Demonic, inky black, eyes stared holes into me. As warm, ruby red liquid pored from a mouth of endless dagger sharp, grimy, blood stained teeth. Wretched smells of human decay formed in a cloud, suffocating me, killing me painfully and slowly. The more I try to scream the more my lungs cave in. I die...
"Your okay violet, you're safe"
A familiar voice croaked soothingly,
"it's just a bad dream, that's all, you're with me, It's all going to be okay..."
It wasn't real. I'm still alive....as my ocean blue sapphire eyes flutter open, I suddenly notice where I am. Oh dear. I collapsed in the middle of the freaking school hall again didn't i? Well that's just dandy. A sudden realisation hits me like a bullet...a crowd has formed around me. everyone's glares of fake concern make me want to vomit, and I feel myself wriggling to my feet, out of my sisters grasp.
"How long was I out this time?" My shaky voise blurts out in a whisper, all eyes still on me, I try to speak only to my confident, hazel eyed sister, who's eyes are laced with worry and sparked with terror
"It's fine, only about a minuet, at most..no teachers or anything noticed but this is getting out of hand violet and-"
"I know" I cut her off.
The truth was, I was a weirdo. I don't know how or why this happened, but it just did. I guess it's just something I was born with and have to live with. Lucky me.
As far back as I can remember, I would collapse. Anywhere. Anytime. it spent years of worried parents,hospital appointments and hope of answers to find out one thing. I'm strange. There is no reason at all I faint, my hearts fine, my blood pressure is a okay, and it's pretty much a mystery, since I'm basically the healthiest- un healthiest person alive. But for some un explained reason, 16 years have passed and not a single week of them have been faint- free. However, non of those...episodes, have been like they are now. For the past month or so, I haven't just been "fainting" I've been trapped in my very own, personal hell. And doesn't the world know it. My screams can be heard from the other end of the bloody street, and yet I can't stop myself from doing it, when I black out, the nightmares start, and I'm not me.
"No I don't think you do!"
Skyler snaps me out of my trance, making me jump slightly. I can't blame her for being worried like she is, because it's never really been like this before, but I'm sure as hell not going to go to therepy! I'm not crazy, I don't bloody need it!
"Look Skyler, I know you're worried and everything, but trust me, I'm fi-"
"Ohhhh yeahhhhhh, sure you are!" She exclaims in a sarcastic tone, making my blood boil
"Violet, you've never been worse, so don't bloody tell me you're fine because your not. Now snap out of it! Just stop!"
..."just snap out of it?" Really Skyler?
Instantly a wash of guilt spreads over her doll-like perfect face and I see regret laced in her features as I take a deep breath and say
"Alright, I'll just stop doing the thing that's ruining my life, easy right? It's not like it's hell for me or anything. You have no clue."
My voice was stern, and my expression dull and un emotional, I don't feel anything nowadays anyway.
"Violet, you admitted it.you're not fine"
Suddenly, I regret opening my mouth.
"Maybe I'm not" I say, trying desperately to sound strong and not how I feel, weak and vulnerable, "but how would you like to be forced into therapy? I'll go in my own time okay? Just stop bugging me!"
And with that, I re gain whatever shred of self respect I had, and walked calmly out of the smooth, green school gates. I hate school anyway, who needs math? My skinny arm flicks my long hazel hair away from my eyes and I feel free.
