RIFT IN THE NEBULA

CHAPTER TWO

I woke up to the familiar feeling of pain, my whole body felt as if it was run over multiple times by a fucking trailer.

I reached for my face and winced when my fingers prodded the swollen areas. Sighing painfully, I stood up to prepare for the 2nd level of hell - School.

Going into the bathroom, I ignored my reflection on the mirror, brushed my teeth and took a quick pain filled bath.

I came out with a towel wrapped around shivering body. I picked out my uniform, a dark blue pleated skirt and sky blue short sleeved button up shirt.

After putting on my uniform, I sat in front of my dresser, and covered up my bruises with the help of makeup. If it were up to me, I'll leave it to heal without the artificial products, but, my aunt doesn't think so and likes- no love's to keep a picture perfect relationship with her dead sister's daughter.

Glancing around my mildy okay room, I picked up my bag pack and walked to school, it was tiresome, with all the aches and pains accompanying it, but at long last I reached school.

Bending my head a bit lower and trying to make myself seem as inconspicuous and small as possible, I tried to escape the monstrosity of highschool bullies. Funny right.

Eventually I got to class, sat in my favourite corner at the back per usual and put my head on the desk, I felt my muscles and entire body relax.

The ball rang five minutes later and the first class started. It went by as a blur. And it was lunch time, the time of the school I hate the most.

I walked hurriedly to cafeteria, grabbed my tray, took my food and sat on a table. Shoving the food into my mouth, I glanced around hurriedly. Seeing no one approaching my table, I calmed down and ate my food at a normal pace.

But I wasn't quite prepared for the heavy hands slamming on my table, making my tray jump a bit from the action. In shock, I slowly lifted my head and was on eye level with Jack Levine, Famous Jock and most hottest guy in school. And he seemed furious. The whole cafeteria now had their eyes on us. Some where laughing, and muttering more insult filled words.

I eased out a small nervous smile, maybe just maybe he'll leave me alone. But no he didn't. He did the exact same opposite. His expression darkened, then he grabbed my upper arm and yanked me to the hard concrete floor. A guttural scream escaped my mouth and I could feel myself convulsing on the floor.

I could barely register the shock and confusion on Jake's face before I passed out.

But I guess I should be used to how my system works, the pain brought me back to consciousness, my vision fading in and out, and black dots dancing around. I couldn't help it, tears started leaking out from my eyes.

No one came to help me, I don't need their help though. But it hurts when everyone ignores the fact that I'm laying half dead on the floor and they all just turn a blind eye to it.

As for Jake the coward, he ran off. Swallowing the pain and the grief I stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.

I limped down the hallway, it was unusually quiet and I had a dangerous gut feeling.

Immediately, Tiffany, the closest I've ever had to a friend. Although it was one sided, I still appreciated it. She came out from one of the corners. And she did not look happy.

She shoved me to the wall. The force made me cough in pain, as blood dribbled down my lips. But not an ounce of sympathy flashed through her eyes, because she already knows all my secrets, she knows how I am abused at home. But she provided me comfort, she made me happy.

Who knew it was fake all along, it was all fake, to put me on her side and make me bend to her every whims.

"What the fuck did you tell Jake?! She shouted in my face. Wheezing and gasping. I shook my head. Disgust flashed through her eyes and I smiled sadly, I know I was an ugly pathetic mess, but she didn't have to rub it in.

"I didn't tell him anything, I only gave him the letter you sent me to give." I was so gone that I couldn't even recognise my own voice, it was hoarse and scratchy.

She narrowed her eyes not satisfied by my answer. "And did you take a look at what was in the letter."

I cleared my throat. "No."

She glanced at me before smirking, it appeared evil on her angelic features. "In that case, I'm glad you didn't, but as a punishment for a job not well done, you'll spend the rest of the day in the janitors closet." She dug her nails into my scalp and yanked me to the nearest closet and mercilessly shoved me in and looked the door.

"Good night princess." Was the last thing I heard before my world went dark.