Coming Home

Losing and Making Friends

After about an hour I was still laying on the floor, my head throbbed, but now I had to move. I got up slowly and limped slowly to my desk. I sat down heavily in my chair and then I leaned down and threw up blood and my only serving of crackers that day. Blood wasn't a great thing to see, and it made my head throb harder. I felt hot tears spill from my eyes. I wanted to give up and die. No one cared. No one. Ever. Cared.

I continued sobbing with my head on my desk. Until I heard a knock on the door. Why, why couldn't I be left alone. But besides that, I got up and limped to my door. Wiping my tears viscously and opening the door.

Quinn. Just who I wanted to see, not. I wasn't in the mood for being taunted and harassed anymore. I tried not to drip nose blood on the floor, but it was slightly impossible. "What." I mumbled. She was just staring at me with sympathy. As if she actually cared, pfft, did she? "What happened to you?" I didn't want to explain really. It wasn't worth it. "I got in trouble." That summed it up pretty much. Not that she looked satisfied.

"You look like you went through hell. What happened." Why wouldn't she leave me alone, I was hurting and tired. "Fleek got mad at me." I mumbled. I saw her frown and then push my door open more. She looked at my leg and frowned, "You're the kid I threw the knife at." She mumbled to me, I nodded and looked down. "It doesn't hurt at bad..." I lied, it hurt like hell.

"Yeah it does. I know it hurts like hell." She said and pushed me back and onto my bed. I wondered how she might know what I was thinking, but didn't ask. "I can read your mind, that's how." She muttered while cleaning off the wound. I stared at her blankly. She could read my mind?! I thought silently. That means she would probably know that I liked Fleek, I was scared out of my wits, that I was kidnapped and that I feel horrible for just about everything. Shoot my thoughts were going on a rampage. This girl was going to figure out everything about me of I didn't stop think NOW.

So I did. Quinn smirked a little while wrapping my wound. I let her, but soon I was totally in my own world. What if Fleek tries to kill me in my sleep, he's done that before. I have insomnia, I barely ever sleep because I'm afraid of him. It was late by now. Quinn looked at me "Go to sleep... I'll keep you safe" she actually sounded gentle this time, which made me tired. I nodded a little, I needed sleep, desperately. I took off my shirt before crawling under the covers and closing my eyes.