Betrayed

Burn

I walk out off school grounds rather quickly due to the fact the there was immense pain shooting up my wrists. I carefully maneuver my way through the crowd. Not wanting anyone to notice me in my haste. I am on the verge of sprinting home because of the terrible agony on my arms. I know I should have been more careful but I didn't think that Channel would go this far with my torture it seems I was mistaken. Terribly mistaken.

Earlier

I walk out of the class room quickly, wanting to escape the horrors of today. At the moment it was lunch were kids would throw food at me and rant that I was making them lose their appetite. So I change my course to the girls bathroom. I silently swing the door open and place my things on the counter before looking at the girl in the mirror. She does as I do and moves as I move, yet she is not me. I used to be so full of life, so vivacious. Until that one evening, my hair used to be wavy and flow to my waist, now it is dull and greasy. My eyes were once vibrant and beautiful and now they are simply dull an unappealing blue that looks like a sewar.

I lift my head as I hear a clop of shoes nearing the doorway. My eyes widen as I frantically look around the girls restroom for an exit. But see none. So I quickly stumble into a cubical and lock the door. Pressing myself against the far wall. I hear the bathroom door open a three sets of footsteps enter the lavatory. I shrink when I hear my name.

"Did you see that hideous drawing that Peyton had drawn. It was absolutely hideous." As nasal voice says probably Channel.

"I thought it was pretty." A soft voice answered.

"No, Hazel no it wasn't now be quite and let me talk to Lacey okay." Channel says not really asking for permission. More like demanding it. I peer through the stall to see a small petite girl nodding her head. She had midnight black hair, and vibrant green eyes. Yet was only at the height of about 5'3. That was Hazel. Then their was another long legged albatross by the name of Lacey. She had a hideous tan making her look like a burnt orange. Died blonde hair and fake blue contacts. Underneath all that she was quite beautiful but after many comments from Channel and the rest of the cheer-team she left to the dark side. I wonder if they have cookies. Finally there is our lady in not waiting. Channel she looked simply stunning her hair was naturally blonde with baby blue eyes.

I hear the clopping of their death traps aka their high heels. As they exit the room, but being the stupid idiot I am I let out aa sigh of relief before checking that they were really gone. I open the stall door and slowly approach the mirror again. As I look up I see three figures behind me.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here ladies." Channel says looking at me while speaking to Hazel and Lacey. I watch as Channel turns to Hazel and whispers something into her ear. Hazel looks frightened for a second before looking at me and then nodding her head. She looks at me again before scampering out the door like a frightened mouse. For a long while its just me looking at her. And her looking at me until I hear two more pair of feet racing across the tile outside the bathroom. the door opens and in walk to more of Channels minions.

"You called Channel?" A freshman cheerleader asks. I think her name is Luna.

"Yes now Luna," Aha I was right. "take her left side and Kaitlin take her right." I look at her in  confusion as the girls rush next to me and pin me to the wall by the hand dryers. The school had them installed shortly after a budget cut was made for paper towels. But usually people only use them to blow dry their hair or dry their clothes. I eye Channel and Lacey carefully as the advance ever so slowly toward me their heels making a clicking sound on the tile. My eyes widen as Lacey puts pressure on my arm before stretching it out so that its fully open. and almost hitting the hair dryer. I look at Channel as she grabs my hand and looks at me evilly before saying.

"This is for Banner and Sage and Phoebe." She says before turning on the hand dryer and stuffing my hand up it. I scream out in agony as pain shoots up my fist. I struggle against the girls but they hold me tight. Tears begin to blur my vision and my voice becomes hoarse. But the pain does not let up. The raging hot fire on my hand becomes worse. I cry out as the pain worsens. More terrible than any other torture that  they have ever put me through. Then I feel the girls let me go. Dropping me like a sack of old potatoes before trotting to Channels side. I pull my hand close to me and cradle my burnt fist to my chest. Looking at Channel, Lacey, Luna, and Kaitlin with hatred and undisguised disgust. Channel looks satisfied. Luna and Lacey sad. And Kaitlin looks proud. Then they walk out, but not before Channel looks at me

"You brought this on yourself." She whispers before strolling out the bathroom like nothing happened at all. I push myself to a standing position and yet again look in the mirror. Looking at the angry burn marks on my fist. Than I look up and watch tears trickle down the crevices of my cheeks before dwindling down to my chin.

"What have I done to deserve this?" I cry out. Yet knowing perfectly well that what Channel said was right. It was all my fault.