The Story Of Stacey Pratt

Chapter 2

Stacey opened her eyes slowly. She looked around. Why did hell seem so….human? Why did her body arch so much…She could smell burned flesh. She lifted her arms and let out a quiet scream. The smell was coming from her. She was the one smelling like that. Her arms was nicely burned. Some place very much, other place nearly nothing. She was in pain, but not as bad as you should think. It was because of the morphine, she thought. She couldrecognize the 

Feeling of it. Lovely feeling in fact. But why? Hell wasn’t supposed to be like this….She looked around, before closing her eyes, tears streaming. She was fucking alive! She wasn’t dead! She was fucking alive. She kicked in the air and let out a long, shrieking scream. This set the nurses off and suddenly 3 nurses and a male doctor came into the room. Stacey looked on them, frowning widely. Emotions were flicking in her eyes. Fear, Anger, Hurt. She got up and looked on them, like a prey looks at it’s hunter. She ignored the arching pain in her body and ran towards the door. She made to escape the nurses’s grip and after a little struggle, also the doctor’s grip. She ran and ran. Down the corridor, not caring about the people shouting. She heard steps after her. Heavy, running steps. But she didn’t turn to look back. Suddenly the guards grabbed her. She screamed and struggled. Trying to get loose from the hell she was caught in. 

Stacey was locked up. Last time it was for being pyromanic and mental breakdown after her brother’s death, which the doctors said wasn’t her fault, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that it actually was her fault. But the worst was that, the feeling of watching the house burn down was almost worth it…

Now she was there once again for attempt of suicide, bulimic, and alcohol and drug problems. She was already a so called mess. 6 months. She was there in six months. Not that strictthis time. They wasn’t scared that she would harm anyone. Last time she had been a danger. She still was, but she had more control. Well, that was bullshit, but she was defiantly better now. Except the drug use, but whatever. She was happy she didn’t need another 4 years in a white room closed away from society. 

-!-

Stacey took a breath and stepped into the school. She kept her head down, ignoring the whispering form the other students. She failed in noticing the guy in front of her and crashed into him. She looked up on him. He was good looking, that was for sure. 

”Sorry.” she says, biting her lip, looking awkward. The guy looked on her. 

”No problem, hey! You’re the girl that tried to ta-” he started but she cut him off. ”-Yeah, the girlthattriedtotakesuicide.” she said, in one simple breath. She was on her way to leave but the guy moved in front of her. 

”Hey, no need to leave. I’m Tom.” he says, smiling slightly. Stacey looked a long while on him. Was she going to trust him enough to talk to him? She took the chance. 

”I’m Stacey..Or Stace…well, actually Anastacia.” she said and he let out a small chuckle, leaning against a locker. Her eyes glanced over the numbers. Familiar. Oh! It was her locker. She would have commented on it, but she didn’t bother. 

”Um, well….what are you doing?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. The guy, more known as Tom shrugged, smirking though. Stace knew that smirk. The ”up to no good” smirk. 

”Oh, nothing special.” he said and she raised a eyebrow, shoving him slightly so she could get to her locker. She hoped no one had been messing around in it. Most likely not. The school rarely cared. He obviously got the sign and moved out of the way and Stacey opened the locker, smiling to herself as she found a bottle of vodka. Tom raised a eyebrow as she drank from it, drowning nearly the whole shit. But the guy had manners enough to not comment. Stacey put the bottle back in and turned to Tom again. ”Come on, tell me. Pretty please.” she begged, biting her lip. He sighed, but even Stacey could tell it wasn’t a proper sigh. He wanted her to ask. 

”Well, in 15 minutes, the net to the whole school will switch off, in 40 minutes will the rest of the power switch off. ” he said and Stacey widened her eyes. Damn…That would cause some big problems. She smiled amazed. 

”Damn, that’s one hell of a prank. You’ll get sooo much problem.” she says and couldn’t help by smirking some and Tom let out another fit of laughter. ”Yeah, if  they catches me.” he said, smirking. Stacey decided that minute that she liked this guy. He seemed to know how to have fun and he had a likable way of being. 

15 minutes went by and suddenly they could her people shout from the computer rooms. Lack of net really made people freak out. Stacey smiled, people was getting frustrated   about it and Stacey looked at Tom. He had a smile of amusement and pure joy. Suddenly all lights went out and the power was off. This made people panic even more. She and Tom was having quite a lot fun of watching the students and teachers panic. As the teacher didn’t seem to understand what was going on, the students also got like that. It’d had been a good day for Stacey, she’s had fun and made a new friend. 

Though, Stacey’s luck soon turned to the bad again. She’d been unlucky to meet a teacher while she was smoking, smoking pot. She was standing in front of the detention room, frowning. She hated it there. But she couldn’t ditch this one. They would send her back to the damn clinic. She walked inside and it was empty. No, it wasn’t. There was a girl there. She’d seen her before but they had never talked. But she knew that she was of her kind. Drinking and partying. Stacey sat down, crossing her arms, trying to look as if she wasn’t awkward or anything. After all, she shouldn’t. She’d been in detention a lot. But this was the first day since she’d been away. She’d gotten strange looks from many and she didn’t know how this one would be towards her. The brown haired chick looked on Stacey, smiling slightly. 

“I’m Jamie.” She said, shifting in her seat so she was facing Stacey. Stacey smiled slightly. 

“Stacey here.” She said with a nod, smiling slightly. Jamie looked like she was thinking some, making a funny grimace. 

“You’re not new, are you?” Jamie asked, tilting her head slightly and Stacey shook her head. 

“Nope, just been away in a half year.” She said, and she was grateful that it didn’t seem like Jamie knew about the reason that she’d been away for such a long time. 

“Too bad you have to be here again, then.” Jamie said, smirking slightly, and Stace knew by that second that the chick didn’t like school either. 

-!-

Stacey befriended Jamie as well, and surprisingly, both Tom and Jamie was tight friends, and even more surprisingly, they both knew Stacey’s cousin, Jackson. The four of the hang together and soon they became quite tight, all of them. They became the ones she felt she could trust. She never told them everything, but still, she knew she could trust them. Jamie was somewhat closest but Stacey, over a short time, had gotten complicated feelings for Tom. She couldn’t understand really. It was confusing. She didn’t know what to think or not. He was nice to her. Genuinely nice to her. No sneaky intentions. No harm. Just being nice. Worried. 

-!-

Stacey was twisting in sleep as she was having a nightmare. The fright was haunting her mind. Fright of everything. Fright of the darkness, the sight, the kicks, everything. She was so harmed. So broken and scared. No one could help her in the fright she had. Not Jamie, not Tom. She still wanted it. To die away. To wither away. Leave to a world where she could be in peace. The memories of the clinics was hurting her. She’d tried to escape so many times. It was making her sick to even think about. Stacey woke up, crying, sitting up, bringing her knees to her face, wrapping her arms around her feet, crying softly to herself. The fresh cuts on her arm would bleed if she scratched it. She knew it was silly, but she couldn’t help it. It made her feel as if she was actually meaning something. She slept with guys, she let them be rough to her. The pain was a reminder that she was there. She wasn’t just a wind in the air. Tom didn’t like it, he never commented but the look he gave her said that he didn’t like it. She knew he didn’t approve much of the things she did. He gave her those looks. Telling her that he didn’t like it. But she didn’t care. Who was she trying to fool. She did care. She tried to be better! No….she didn’t. She didn’t make to try once. She was too addicted. To everything. The cold was sneaking into her skin, her body was shivering, but she didn’t care. Deep down she hoped that she would freeze to a wanted death. Her eyes was lingering to the bloody scissors on the floor. She could do it quick. Cut her veins. But if she didn’t make it….they would send her back. She sighed and closed her eyes and fall into a nightmare.