The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 4, Continued, Again

The warehouse, engulfed in flames. There were two bodies in the middle of the fire, burning alive. Mom and dad, they were trying to get to me, to save me. That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out in the warehouse, and now it was on a piece of paper. I turned the page and tried again but ended up with the same picture every time. My head pounded and I covered my ears to try to block the sound out. Except you can't block out what's in your own head and covering my ears just made it louder, so loud that I could barely hear my own thoughts. Make it stop. Make it stop, that's all I could think as I took the pencil I had stolen from Caleb and drove it into my palm.
"What the Hell!" Caleb yelled as the ringing quieted. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at us.
"What's going on?" Mr. Leonard, the math teacher, asked. He looked from Caleb to me and then my hand.
"Sir," I said. "I have a pencil in my hand. Can I go to the nurse's office please?"
"Um, yeah. Do you need someone to go with you?" He asked
"No. I think I'll manage."
"Em." Caleb warned. So bossy.
"Actually, I do need someone to come with me." I said, glaring at Caleb, "let's go, Gideon." I took the pencil out of my hand and smiled as I gave it back to Caleb before I left the room with Gideon following reluctantly behind me. 
"Thank you." I said to Gideon once we were out of the room, "I'm not actually going to the nurse. I just needed some water so you can go roam the halls I guess."
"You can literally get a hall pass. Why did you stab your hand?!"
"I was extremely bored and about to fall asleep. Needed a boost of adrenaline." I walked to the water fountain and popped a pill from my backpack in my mouth before taking a drink. If I don't take my pills at the right time, my headaches come back with a ferocity like none other. When I turned around I expected Gideon to be gone, but he wasn't for some reason. He came over and I stepped to the side so he could get a drink but instead he reached into my pocket and pulled out my pill bottle. I reached for it but he had abnormally long arms and held it out of reach. Great, now I was gonna have to beat him up.
"What's this? Are you doing drugs?"
"No, I'm not doing drugs. It's ibuprofen for my headache. Give it back."
"Tell me what happened on the stairs first."
"I slept for the first time in four weeks. Now give it back." Why did I tell him that? I should have lied.
"Four weeks? What have you been doing?"
"I'm going for the world record. Now, this isn't twenty questions. Give me back my pills."
"No. This isn't ibuprofen. These are antipsychotics." Which led me to wonder how he knew that.
"Yeah, they're for my headaches. Give. It. Back." I stomped on his foot and grabbed my meds, "I don't ask about your crazy, you don't ask about mine, so just piss off." I walked down the stairs and out the side door of the school. No way I'm sitting through two more classes of this crap. But I can't go back to the house either, I want to fight someone. No, I need to fight someone, or there's gonna be a dead body in the river. Looking through possible gyms that I could go fight in on my phone, I heard someone yelling.