The New Boy

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I spent another week in hospital. My parents never vistied me. They sent me a card and a new diamond necklace. I have one for everytime they let me down so I have plenty. I haven't heard anything from them since the sent me an email saying thy had transfered money to me so I could "treat" myself. They seem to think money fixes everything.

Becca picked me up from hospital and made me some lunch. We had been given two weeks off so everyone could recover.

"What do you want for lunch?"

"I'm not that hungry but thanks."

"Becca, you need to eat. You're preganant incase you have forgotten." She came and sat next to me on the couch and pointed to my stomach. "that baby needs all the help it can get."

"I know. I know." She got up and opened a cupboard.

"You are having soup ok?"

"Ok"

She hurried to make me my lunch while I tried to catch up on everything I had missed on TV. Once we had finished lunch we sat on the couch and watch random TV shows until bed.

I stood up and looked at my hands. Blood was dripping off them and on to the white tiles on the floor. I looked at the floor and saw bloody foot prints heading off towards a set of doors. I followed each step and pushed the doors open slowly. They lead to some stairs. The footprints headed up to the next floor. I followed them to a corridor where they disappeared under a door. I opened the door and looked around for a light switch. The light turned on to show him standing there. Surrounded by bodies and with a gun in his hand. His t-shirt is sticking to him. His arms covered in blood. He sees me and clutches his side.

"You did this! You better run little girl! I'm coming to get you!"

I turned and started running. Faster. Faster. Suddenly arms grabbed me.

I sat up quickly and winched as my side ached. I had a dream about him every night. How was I expected to go back to school next week if I can't even sleep without thinking of him. I lay there and stared at the roof for the rest of the night.

"Are you sure?" Hannah asked.

"I'm sure. I would but I feel really sick and weak. I don't want to push myself."

"The doctor said you should be feeling much better by now. Maybe you should call him?"

"I'll see how I feel in the morning or maybe Monday."

"People do WANT to see you? They are worried about you. They just want to see if you are ok."

"I know but I don't feel well enough to go. Tell them I'll see them on Monday. Unless I'm at the doctors then I'll see them Tuesday.....Un"

"Unless what? You do need to come back! It won't help you if you don't."

"I was going to say unless the doctor tells me to stay at home for longer. And Hannah I hate to remind you that a crazy guy came into our school and shot me! He tried to kill me and the baby! So sorry if I'm a little nervous about going back!"

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just... I miss you!"

"I miss you too. Now go! You'll be late." She lent down to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door.

I hate being in the house by myself now. Every noise creeps me out. The doctor gave me tablets to help me sleep but I'm still having nightmares so I just stopped talking them.

I grabbed my crutches and pushed myself up to look at the DVD's. I looked at the stack, tilting my head to the side to read the titles. Physco, Black Swan, Taken, The Shining... Hannah really likes her thriller type films. Finally I decided on Mean Girls hoping that a girly classic will make me feel better. I was half way through the film when my phone buzzed.