Stained

Chapter 3: Dread

Alissa's point of view

I woke up with the feeling of dread once again. I was already discouraged just by thinking about my social life. Each day I walked the grounds of my high school, and all I could think about was all the things I loathed, including myself. It was like I was a plague to be avoided at all costs. Nobody wanted to be involved with a misfit like myself. Because that was how it worked. You had the 'oh so amazing in-crowd' and then you had people like me. 'Losers, rejects, misfits, outcasts...' it was like Chase and I were the ones who saw everything for what it really was. We were the ones who felt it all too deep, dangerously deep. We were the ones out of the entire population of this horrid hell that dared to question the things that no others questioned. We pointed things out that no one else could, and I suppose that arguably that made us just a little more intelligent than the others.

Only because we had seen, experienced and witnessed the world for all that it was and that alone brought on an entirely new type of maturity that we should get awarded for in my opinion. Nobody could ever understand what chase and I had been through over the years. We only met last year but we had spilled the beans about everything to one another and I could honestly say that Chase was the only person who understood my home situation.

He played football and soccer and he hung out with the guys in the 'in-crowd' occasionally but we were one in the same when it came to our personal lives. Once I got to school I met up with Chase in the parking lot. We hung out there before school in the mornings. I got there and I was greeted with his illuminating green eyes.

He was smoking a cigarette and he handed it to me. "Good morning princess." He greeted. I glared at him for the nickname that he's been using for the last year and let out a big puff of smoke."Did you sleep?" he asked taking back the cigarette earning a deathly look from me before replying. "What do you think?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "No Chase, I did not sleep last night. Why do you ask?" I asked mockingly, knowing I looked like crap. "Whatever Miss bitchy. Let's get you some coffee." He replied throwing his cigarette butt to the ground. We made our way to the café and he ordered me a vanilla latte and paid for it. We had a few minutes to kill before we had to go to class so we usually just walked around.

I was feeling dizzy and worn out and Chase definitely noticed it. We stopped by our lockers in the crowded hall and Chase was able to talk normally without most people hearing because of how loud the hall was. "When's the last time you ate Alissa?" I groaned. So it's this again. I was about to answer when he cut me off. "Without throwing it up after." He added sternly while I opened my locker to get my books out.
"Chase, you need to stop-"
"No I will not stop. You have a problem and it's going to end up killing you. And don't say I'm being dramatic. I'm stating the truth." He snapped cutting me off yet again."I appreciate that you care but there are some things you understand and there are others that no matter what you do-you will never understand. So butt out." I bit back before slamming my locker shut and heading off to my English class.

I made my way there weaving through the crowd of people that filled the hallway, their voices resonating throughout the building. I entered my class and sat at the far back right like normal and listened to some music while I waited for class to start.

The teacher interrupted the killers and tapped me on the shoulder."Alissa, I'm glad you came early. I wanted to talk to you about your essay." She spoke. The door creaked and another student entered, I paid no attention to whoever it was as they sat at the desk beside me."I'm highly impressed with the risks you took when writing this essay last semester . The way you described your feelings towards life in general really spoke to me and although your opinion was very...despondent in some ways, I do believe that you have a great mind and unique way of thinking."