Pale, Strange, and Sickly Sweet

RUN RUN RUN!!!!

MATT'S POV:

As soon as we walked into the cafeteria, Ember shrunk back, shaking. I look down at her, pulling her closer. Crap. Everyone turned and looked at us with scorn and disgust. Okaaay....this just got weird.  

I wave apprehensively, stopping. "H-hey, everybody." I stutter, sweating nervously. How does Ember go through this everyday?! It remains dead silent until one particularly huge jock laughs. And when I say huge, I mean HUGE. He has blonde, spiked hair, and a football jersey. Yup.  

"What the fuck are you doing in here, skank." he glares at Ember with an evil smirk. What. The. Hell. She's no skank! Those groupies he calls 'cheerleaders' are the real skanks!!! His gaze shifts to me. I shoot daggers at him. If looks could kill, he'd already be dead. Seriously. "Oh look, she brought the new faggot with her!" the whole room erupted with laughter. 

"BITCH!" "FREAK!" "FAG!" People were shouting tons of things, making Em shake even more, sobbing into her jacket. 

My blood boiled, I could feel my skin burning with hatred until I couldn't take it anymore. "SHUT UP!" the whole room falls into silence again, making the air around us go impossibly thick with tension. My fists clench, and my jaw tightens. That dumb bastard steps closer. 

He shoves me, hard, growling lowly. "And what the fuck are you going to do about it, if I DON'T. Huh. Fucking. Fag." he spits, full of venom. 

I start shaking violently, Em clinging on to my arm. I stare into his blue eyes, glaring furiously. He flinches, fear evident in his eyes, but it passes instantly. "Then I'll MAKE you sorry." I hiss out, almost like a serpent. I clamp my eyes shut, digging my nails into my palms to the point of drawing blood. No. Don't be a freak. Don't be a freak.....Not on your first day! Stay calm, relaxed, just breathe.... 

Letting out a big, shaky breath, I open my eyes. I instantly feel goose bumbps travel up my spine. Oh shit. The lights explode, raining glass down on us, the room fills with shrieks and cries of fear. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO.  

I whimper, tugging on her arm. "Come on!" I whisper-yell, dragging us both out and away from the school. She huffs, struggling to catch her breath when we stop in the middle of the floor. I double over in pain. NO NO NO. WHY TODAY OF ALL DAYS?!  

A tremor of pain sweeps through my spine, making me gasp and whine. "Sh-shit!"  

Ember reaches out to touch me. "Matt? W-what's wrong?" I move away from her hand, and she drops it.

I clear my throat, wincing as I straighten into a standing postition. "N-nothing. S-s-see?" I stutter convincingly.

She give me a worried look, and then we start walking towards the main road. After ten minutes of painful walking, we reach a black strip of ashfault. I sigh, oh thank god. I eye her nervously,"Ummm..." I suck on my snake bites, facing her. "I-I think I should probably...get home now." 

Ember nods, looking down at her sneakers. "Okay, see you tomorrow?" 

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Getting home was a fucking nightmare. I fell a few times, and now I'm lying permanently on the couch, courtesy of my demanding foster mother. Yeah, foster mother. I'm new to the system due to an accident my parents had. The official police report said the house was burnt down, but I know otherwise. I was the only one that 'escaped' or 'survived' it all. Ever since that night, I've been suffering.  

"Oh Matty, what happened?" Amelia asks, walking in with a boal of icy water and towels. She kneels next to me, placing a cold rag on my forehead.  

"I....I..just had a bad day. And I'm just tired." she nods, dabbing my skin.  

She huffs, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. 

"Well, go lay down in your room, get some rest. Its probably nothing." 

I nod, slinking upstairs lazily, falling into bed like a limp slug. Yeah right. That's exactly what my mom said before the accident.......  

Snapping my eyes open, I hop out of bed and run to the bathroom. I lean over the toilet, stomach heaving and heart racing, I throw up everything I me. Ugh. I drag myself over to the sink, leaning in towards the sink. My spine starts blazing with a stabbing pain as I look into my eyes. They're...green?! They're not supposed to be green! They're supposed to be vi- My thoughts end when I cough out a spray of blood. It coats the sink, walls, and mirror, as I fall. My eyes roll back and everything goes black...............