Finding my mate.

Breakfeast disater

Ella 

I wake up, pain everywhere; my stomach hurts like a bitch. 

Wait, I am awake. NO! I don't want to be awake or alive. Being alive means terrible things with terrible people.

I do not even take the time to look around the unfamiliar room or wonder where I am. The need to die is my sole attention; I jump up, looking for anything, a knife, a piece of glass, something, anything to help the memories and the pain. 

Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around me, stopping my movements. 

I thrash, I need to die; being alive means everything was real; I was beaten, almost raped, I nearly lost Miggy; death has got to be happier than this. 

"Hey, it's okay; it's over; no one will ever touch you again." 

I looked up only to find Mrs black. I wanted to run; I saw her fangs; her eyes were birth red, but the comfort of her arms had me frozen. 

We hold eye contact before I realize I am fucking full-on hugging my math teacher. 

i try to release, only for her to pull me tighter. 

She looks like she is about to say something, but i cut her off

"I am sorry." 

her face turns to confusion. 

"Baby, why are you? Are you sorry?"

I sigh, looking down 

"I don't know; I just need to apologize." 

she grabs my chin, gently lifting it back up

"You never have to apologize for something like that happening." 

her eyes are filled with a gentle seriousness, making me nod. 

"speaking of the witch, can you tell me what happened?" 

I frowned now, realizing why she was there. How did she find me

"I can see you are full of questions yourself, so how about we both answer each other's questions?" 

I give a small smile; I hoped I  imagine the fangs. 

"how about breakfast first?" 

at the mention of food, guilt consumed me; my eating habits were fucked up, to say the least.

"hey baby, what's wrong? If it's because of your stomach, trust me, food will help you feel better." 

she reassures 

"No, it's not that; it's just, well, I am not hungry." 

I lie; the truth is I am starving, and my stomach is in pain, but not because of the accident, well, maybe a little. 

"Are you sure, baby? I can make anything you like." 

"yes" 

No, I haven't eaten in 2 days, not because I couldn't afford it, but because food makes me feel guilty. I don't deserve it anyway; my body can handle it. 

"Here, how about I make something, and you at least try. Your body needs it, and then we can ask each other questions about what happened," she says with pleading eyes. 

I shake my head; no, I can't, I won't, it's too painful; why did I have to survive? It was my fault. I could have gotten away if only I weren't a baby going back for

I pause. "Where's Miggy?" I need to hold her. She makes everything better 

Mrs Black smiles and stands up, leaving the room and returning with Miggy in her arms.