dark souls;; hs {on hold}

one

CHAPTER ONE;; {unedited}

St. Mary's Reform School.

I wander down the dormitory halls of the school, dragging my heavy suitcase behind me. The whole place was strangely quiet, except for the dull hum of the white fluorescent lamps hanging from the water stained drop panel ceiling.

After my parents had dropped me off at the lobby a while ago, I could tell that they did not want to be around me after what I had done. They give me a quick kiss on the cheek and tell me that they will be coming to see me soon and that they love me. And just like that, they left.

I tightened my grip on the suitcase handle while skimming through the three papers that were given to me by the grumpy looking office lady. They consisted of a map of the school, my schedule for the rest of the year and my dormitory information: Block B, Room 16.

As I continued trudging to look for my room, I noticed that they were no numbers on the doors. I stop. How am I suppose to find my room if there are no labels whatsoever here? I turn to look at the door next to me and decided ask for help.

I knocked twice and waited patiently outside. I hope the person behind it will be nice to me and help me find my room. Wait, what am I saying? If they were nice, they wouldn't be in this school. It's a school only for delinquent teenagers, for god's sakes.

After a moment, the door cracked open. Standing behind it was a tall person with a bloody face. His hair was messy and his white t-shirt was stained with his blood. He was holding a red stained cloth to his nose. His blue eyes met mine and his eyebrows shot up.

"Oh my god," I gasped in horror. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

"Easy there, snowflake," He chuckles at my reaction. "I'm alright. I don't need any help."

"Are you sure?"

"Wow. I have never met one person in this damn school who would be that concerned about me. Not even my friends. And to answer your question, yes, I'm sure. It's just another cafeteria fight,"

It's just another cafeteria fight.

His words kept repeating in my head and my heart sank at the thought of myself getting involved in a cafeteria fight one day and getting a black and a busted lip, or even worse. The image I had of myself was terrible, and it almost made me sick.

"Hey," He shakes me by the shoulder and I returned back to reality. "You alright there, snowflake? You zoned out for a bit,"

"Sorry, got lost in thought," I shake my head and straightened my back. "I was wondering if you could help me find my room. I'm new here,"

"So, you're Elena? Everyone has been talking non-stop about you. Say, you don't look like someone who would hurt a fly. If you don't mind me asking, what did you do to get yourself in here?"

My heart rate increased at his question, "I don't want to talk about it,"

"It's cool. I get it. You don't know me and I don't know you. Why trust a stranger, right?"

"Right."

I was glad that he understood why I did not want to tell him about what I did. It's a sensitive topic to me. And it might just frighten him away. It scared my parents after all.

He throws the cloth over his shoulder before stepping out of his room and shutting the door. "So, what's your room number?"

I handed him the paper with my room details, "Do you know where that is? I would find it myself but as you can see, there are no numbers on the doors,"