"Run."
I stare at him with fear and oblivion, the anger dissipating with every second.
"You're not getting any second chances." He grits out from in-between his locked jaw as he harshly let's go of my arm.
"3"
Run.
His eyes are set hard on my own.
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"That concludes our lesson, Have a pleasant afternoon."
With the bell ringing loud and clear everyone gets up and bolts out of the classroom in merely a few nanoseconds notifying class dismissal- for the students and likewise for me.
I shut the notepad lying open on my desk in the far corner of the classroom, with scribbled notes and observations from today's class. I Gather my pens and put them all away into my satchel for good.
I feel my legs go numb from the compression of nerves, most likely caused by sitting in the same stiff position for the entirety of the period.
My body pushes off the chair before tucking it back in it's place and moves towards the podium where the mentor is stood.
"Sister Lucelia, thankyou so much for your efforts" I paused "I'll be taking my leave for the day, but would it be possible for you to send me a copy of your schedule as soon as possible?" I question with a subtle smile across my face.
"I actually need it to report back and forth with the church as per their saying."
Now it's her, who passes me a graceful smile "Of course I'll hand the copy over to you through someone shortly"
I thank her and walk towards the door in the right corner of the room.
As I make my way through the hallway I can't help but think back to the events of yesterday.
Up until now I was occupied with the monitoring but now that I'm yet again free it seems the thoughts were just finding every opportunity there is to reach me.
And woefully enough, they have undeniably succeeded with the task at hand.
The moment he left through the doors that would seal catastrophe, I had thought to myself it was about time i parted from this not so miserable life.
It was humourous how up until the point I thought I would die, I was complaining about every aspect of my life, Nonetheless it made me realise that I am indeed grateful for all that I have. And that death wasn't something I was desperate to seek.
However, surprisingly enough , the way things were ever so normal made a small part of me consider that maybe it was all a dream, a hallucination. But at the same time it was so, so real. It couldn't have "just" been a dream.
Whatever it was. It surely stirred something within me.... discomfort?
Excitement?
God. The thought of it worked up a ball in my throat. I shouldn't make myself deliberately think about the possibility of such an emotion concerning something so lewd.
Regardless of that matter, I had felt a gaze burning holes through the back of my head as I moved about in the awfully tranquil hallway.
I'd been taught about two natural reflexes "fight or flight". But what about freeze?
