Kiss and tell | Evan Peters fan fiction

A fresh start

Loyola Campton College, a fresh start for me.

New beginnings in store for this year. I was both anxious and excited at the same time. I couldn't tell which emotion over ruled the other. 

I was excited because I felt like I was giving life a second chance, another chance to redeem myself. Perhaps this time things won't go as bad as they did the first time. I was anxious because part of me felt like there was no point in trying again. No point in giving life a second chance. Deep, deep down I had regrets for what I had done. I was embarrassed I put everyone through so much pain.

How selfish I had been.

"I think that's the last box." Mum squished the last box into the boot of her car. There was not much room to fit much else.

I walked inside and scanned my empty room to see if I had forgotten anything.

The room looked so big when it was empty. The white walls looked like they stretched on forever. Not a single item was left in the room. I looked up at the roof and felt chills crawl down my spine. A familiar icy cold feeling filled the air. Regret stepped in and I knew it was time to say goodbye. To walk away from the room that changed my life forever.

Goodbye room.

I closed the door behind me walking away from what I hoped was the final time I would ever have to look at that room again.

When Mum and Dad made the decision to move to the country, where we could all have a fresh start I was relived. What I didn't realise was that they would be sending me to a boarding school where they thought I would have a better chance at being safe since I would always be under supervision while they worked.

"Are you okay hunny?" My Mum asked me when I walked out to the car again.

"Yeah, goodbyes are just hard that's all." I tried not to let tears spill out of my eyes.

"I know but this will be good for you Elise, I'm really proud of you hunny."

I'm proud of me too I thought. I don't know if I actually believed it though. What Is there to be proud of? all I've done this past few months is hurt people.

Mum slammed the boot shut and ushered me into the car. I knew it was time to leave. Leave it all behind.

The drive was long, approximately three hours to be exact. I spent most of the time listening to music or drawing in my sketch book. It felt good to have a few hours to myself before all the chaos begun. I knew unpacking my bags would probably take a toll on me. Both physically and mentally so I used my time in the car to reflect on the past six months, my recovery and everything thats changed about my life.

Green trees decorated the entrance to the new boarding school I'd be spending the next few years at. They were beautiful, like something out of a movie. They helped ease some of the anxiousness I was feeling.

There was a car park located outside the entrance to the school where we pulled up. Mum parked the car while I got out for some air. The drive took the life out of me I needed a minute to stretch my legs. The school was huge which I anticipated so I'm not sure why it was such a shock to me when I got out of the car and actually took a good look at it. The building looked old, green vines wrapped around the outside covering the bricks. 

"It's beautiful." I said to myself in awe of the sight in front of me.

"She's beautiful, don't you think?" I heard an unfamiliar voice behind me. A mans voice, coming from only a few meters away.

I turned around to face the man.

"The building I mean." The old asian man was wearing thick black frames, his grey hair tied up into a bun. He was wearing an emerald green suit which had been ironed. Not a single crease on his shirt. "Im Mister Whitts, the school principal. You must be the new transfer student." He held out his hand to shake mine. 

"Yes I'm Elise I will be starting this semester." I shook his hand nervously. 

"Did your parents drop you off?" He asked.

"Yes I think they're just parking the car now." 

Mister Whitts directed me to the entrance of the school and made me sign some documents while he spoke to my parents. Technically because I'm over eighteen I have to sign everything myself but sometimes my Mum likes to intervene and take over. Ask questions and all that, I just let her because in a way I feel safe knowing I have someone looking over me. Making sure everything is the way I need it to be.

The tour of the school went on for ages, he showed us absolutely everything and by the time it came to us actually looking at the room I would be staying in I was so tired from looking at everything else.

"This will be your dorm room Elise." Mister Whitts stood outside the door.

Saying that I was nervous standing outside that door is an understatement. I was terrified. I could feel my heart beating in my throat.

Thump, thump.

It's okay.

Thump Thump

I'm okay.

Thump Thump.

I am so not okay.