Trapped

"No, please don't. "

"Don't touch me."

"no please...I'm begging"

And just like that I wake up from the same nightmares every single morning. It's easy for an accident to scar you but I have a feeling I'm scarred for life. I couldn't stop what happened to me, no one could. But I pulled through... Even after two years, I still can't trust no one. My paranoia is getting worse. Can anyone help me???

Didn't think so. I dragged myself out of bed lazily not really looking forward to my first day of senior year. I dread the looks that people are going to give me. I refuse to acknowledge anyone for they will only judge. Only God can judge me, is my true moral of life.

Walking to the bathroom like death itself, I turned the shower on and enjoyed the flowing water while it lasted. Knowing that I can not be late for my first day of school, I stepped out and went to get dressed. Nothing special really, I don't give a damn about my appearance. Just a pair of sweat pants and a very loose top with my favorite pair of nikes.

There, that completed my look. The look that I swear will make me an outcast on my first day, though I know my dad will reject.

I'm not really a big fan of how I look either. Just your average 5'8 girl, light skinned and hair up to my mid back. Nothing special, nothing to stare at.

As I walk downstairs with the intention of skipping breakfast, my dad caught me.

"Just an apple," he said.

I grabbed the apple and took a bite silently thanking him for being able to read me so easily.

"Need a ride to school?" he asked.

I shook my head indicating a yes and he understood. I mean really? Who wants to take the bus on their first day. I have my permit and all but just refuse to use it. Don't think I ever will.

We walked to the garage and climbed in my father's Nissan pathfinder, his favorite car out of the three. No we're not rich but my father is a surgeon so we're well off.

I've been so deep in my thoughts and so caught up by the scenery of this place that I didn't realize us pulling up to Bridgetown High.

To say that this school was big would be an understatement. This place is massive. Which gave me a weird sense of annoyance since I hate big places minus my home.

I kissed my father on the cheeks as my own way of saying goodbye and he zoomed off. I watched him drive off until I could no longer see him.

Finally but slowly, I turned to face the place where I'll be spending my senior year; my own personal hell hole; my jail; Veve, say hello to your new high school. Great!

As i walked up the school driveway, i felt the stares of many students or maybe it was just my imagination. It's not like they know me like that, so they had no reason to stare. I pushed the front door of the school open like I owned the place but honestly it was my own little facade of hiding the fear that started building inside.

As I walked down the long hallway, trying to keep my head up as a way to hint the one thing that I don't have, confidence; I realise that half the kids that go here dress alike. I felt lost, my mind was set to finding the main office but my feet were clearly not leading me to the right directions. My body bumped into so many students yet they just act like they're walking through a ghost. A feeling of enjoyment creeped its way up into forming a hint of a bare smile on my face. Who knows, I probably look like a psycho to those walking around me. But the happiness of being left alone excite me. Where in the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS is this main office anyways?

One step, two steps, three steps and "owwww", I thought as I bumped into something hard. I look up soon enough to notice the sign that said MAIN OFFICE in bold, italic letters. Ironically enough, I bumped into the main office door itself. Ever heard of that saying "speak of the devil and it shall appear" well in my case it was think of the devil and it shall make you bump into it.

Slowly i steadied myself, about to open the door, only to get it slammed on my face by a rather tall guy.

"Watch it" he said. Well how rude!! I swear his mom must have taught him better. Without wanting to make a fool of myself, I quickly yanked the door open and slipped inside the Main Office.

"Good morning! How may I help you today?" Is the first thing I heard as soon as I let the door close behind me, coming from a rather beautiful girl with ginger hair and everything plus the skin complexion of snow white. She looks like she could have been living in a fairytale herself.

I stretched to her a piece of paper with my name and information on it. She looked at it with a frown nevertheless she took it anyways.

"OH! You must be our new student Velinia. Nice to meet you and welcome to Bridgetown high," she said as she stretched her right hand towards me as if wanting to shake hands. I looked her square in the eyes, then at her streched out hand, contemplating whether I should shake it or not and finally decided against it. Human contact creep me out and bring back unwanted memories.

She gave me a hurtful look but quickly covered it up by saying, "Well Velinia, I'll just hand you your schedule now." I cringed as soon as she said my full name without trying to cover it up and took my schedule from her. She was nice and all but i didn't go in there to make small talk, not that i usually do with anyone.

Glancing at my schedule, I realised I had Mathematics first. Yes!!!! I thought to myself. Finally something was going my way.

After fifteen minutes of playing an alone game of hide and seek, the Math class (Room 102) finally appeared. Walking in, I noticed that there are only about five students here yet that didn't bother me. I handed the teacher my newbie slip but he was too busy doing whatever to even ask me anything. That i was thankful for. I have a feeling this teacher will be my favorite.

Avoiding attention is my number one goal, with that in mind i took the seat next to the clock and window on the far East side of the last row of chairs. Arriving to school early sure have its advantages.

Thirty minutes have gone by and finally the first bell rang. People filed in, but not missing the chance to look my way, looking at me like i was some type of alien ready to invade their precious humanity. Another three minutes went by and the late bell rang. The classroom door opened but I was no longer interested on who was walking in.

Suddenly a shadow loomed over me followed by a voice. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SEAT" he semi yelled. Looking up, I saw a very beautiful guy with eyes ever so hazel, skin complexion of caramel and light-brown curly hair styled in an afro staring down at me. I felt like wetting my pants. Not because I wanted to use the bathroom but because there's something about this guy that scares me right off the bat.

* my first book please let me know what you think and if I should continue....I'm kind of new here :) so ur comments and suggestion will help.