Changes are Cruel // Vikklan

Chapter 10

All existence seemed absent. The air was thick and cold, chills running down the warmest spine. Halls so quiet, you would think it was abandoned centuries ago. The tile floors dull, covered in scruff marks made by student's shoes. All was seeming deserted with an utter silence looming upon your ears.

Thoughts raised like wildfire as realization sunk in. I was alone. Alone in an unknown part of the complex to me. Never have I felt such fear within me that caused my heart to speed up to accelerating speeds, my breathing to catch with any hope of hearing the hint of life, and the growing pain to be near someone close. This was something different.

I shifted in my position, staring at the ceiling as if a masterpiece of an artist at work was in the making. When in reality, the original tile-like ceiling was plain and bland. A pale white with specks of grey or black.

I had came to the conclusion that I was utterly lost. I had came to the point of wanting to shut down and hope my rescuer swoops in and carries me to freedom and safety. Knowing how bad my luck was, I knew that was only a pathetic figment of my imagination at play. I always had such vivid imaginations, but none of my thoughts had ever really came true. All stayed in the depths, in metal locks, as I carried on my day. Not only did I have such a bright mind, I observed events like I was reading a book that could tell the future.

I scanned the halls again, pleading I saw anyone, anything. I froze at a piece of clothing hanging around a corner. My breathing hitched in my throat and my eyes widened. I scampered to my feet and slowly made my way to the clothing, begging it was help, or at least be someone that doesn't hate me.

I turned the corner with agonizingly slow speed, careful to not make a wrong move. I regretted every step I had made to turn this corner. I regretted ever looking around the halls. I was grabbed by the collar of my shirt and slammed into the brick wall. The impact caused pain to shoot up my spine and knock the wind from my lungs. I squirmed under the mighty grip holding me firmly against my will.

"Lost, are you?" His cold tone spoke through smirking lips. I struggled more viciously, just begging I could break free. "Look, I'll make a deal with you," He hissed, "if you give up Vikk to us, we will spare you. But, you must never come back to school. Tell him you have to leave. Got it? Deal or not?" Pure disgust crossed my features as I stared into his hazel orbs. "Never!" I snapped, thrashing violently. I caught a window as I saw his vulnerability at this moment.

I slammed my knee upwards, slamming the bone right into his unexpecting groin. I watched him clench his eyes and drop me. Hunched over, he gripped his throbbing crouch and groaned. I caught my chance to run and did. I ran like I never have before. My legs burned like fire with every pound of my feet to the floor. I rounded multiple corners, hearing his footsteps behind mine. I took a detour down a hallway, begging he didn't see my change of direction. All fell quiet.

I took this moment to stop and catch my breath. I was gasping for air, my lungs burning. Are hearts supposed to beat this fast? It pounded against my chest like it would smash my ribs if given any extra pressure. I hunched over, my hands on my knees. I was not the most fit person to be running like I had just done.

I barely had time to react as I was slammed into the ground, a body holding me down. I thrashed underneath him, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes. "Lachlan, take my damn offer!" He yelled with clenched teeth. "I will never leave Vikk! He is the only one who accepts me for who I am! Can't you see he doesn't want to be in your damn cult? He doesn't want to hurt anyone! What is the point in hurting someone when you know the only reason is because of your own problems that you can't handle? Do you have problems, Mitch? Huh? Can you not take control of yourself to see that you are putting the pain you feel on someone else?!" I yelped, no longer thrashing about. I was crying hard, my eyes squeezed shut. "Can't any of you see the pain, " I sobbed out, "I am put through with every word you say? I don't have anyone. Vikk is the only one there for me." I whimpered. I was shaking, and I was a complete wreck at this point. "I don't need any of your own pain to already know my own." My voice was raspy and quiet. I didn't dare open my eyes. I didn't dare try to control myself anymore. Now, I was sobbing with my body shaking with no control.

My whimpers and cries were the only thing heard as I sobbed out. I was in a distant world, my state of mind shattering before my very eyes. "You don't know the pain I have been through!" I heard him scream from on to of me before a spark of pain scattered across my cheek. I yelped out, crying even harder. "You don't know me, then." I whispered, opening my eyes to blinded vision. I didn't need to see to do my next move. I shifted our positions, making Mitch be under me. "You never knew me. We were friends, yet no one knew the real me! I was some fake walking shell, that even you all couldn't see that the facade I had created and the walls I had put up meant so much more." I cried out, clenching my teeth and letting my head hang.

I lifted myself off of him, my shoulders rising furiously with my heavy crying. "I will never give up Vikk. He is all I have left. I have no one else." I whispered barely audible. "What about your parents, huh?" He hissed. "I have none. I have no blood." I snapped and turned to walk away. "You will give him back!" I turned to come face-to-face with another punch to the same cheek. My trembling had worsened at this point. I had became a literal earthquake.

I blinked away tears and began to run away, whimpering silently. I ran as fast as my body could manage, considering my gasping for air because of my crying. I felt like every seam keeping me together was now snapping, leaving one lone stitch. I was bound to break from the start; I know. I'm nothing more than a worthless piece of paper. They crumble and shrivel me with no consent of what lays on me. They could care less and throw me into the nearest waste bin. I'm nothing more than trash..If anything, I'm worse.

The world's so cold. My heart is barely beating, and my breathing is barely stable. I have never shook so violent before. My legs plead to buckle as they tear me apart. My seams are snapping and a fragile heart remains. I won't last much longer. What had been healed by Vikk's kind words, has now disintegrated into ash. I'm no more, without his touch. He is the only thing holding me together.