Poison Letters

Chapter 5

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Dear you,

Today, I got my ass kicked.

You might say she deserved it.

I didn't.

It hurt. A Lot.

As I walked into class, everyone stopped talking. They all looked at me expectantly. They think I'm some kind of animal.

As I made my way towards my seat, Cole stood up, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at me with so much hate I could almost taste it.

"You killed her didn't you." He wasn't asking. He was stating. I stopped walking and raised my eyes to look straight into his.

His friends came to his side and pushed him back into his seat. Right now, the whole class was looking at me with curiosity.

The poor baby was grieving his dead Doll. That's cute.

I walked towards him and stood right in front of him. A ghost of a smile played itself on my lips.

"You must be really stupid for trying to pick on someone like me," I said softly climbing onto his lap.

His friends watched in awe and his eyes widened with surprise and shock."What the fück are you doing?" He asked trying to move back, luckily his shoes kept slipping so that wasn't working.

I threaded my fingers into his hair and smiled softly while playing with the short strands.

Cole rested his hands on my hips and tried to push me off. "You killed her, didn't you?" He whispered to me looking straight into my eyes.

I bit my lip and smiled shyly, "I promise, I was nice."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I was flying across the room. It felt nice. Like I was flying. It only lasted for a couple of seconds, though.

Soon afterwards, a blinding pain shot up my back. Then my arm started to throb and my head started to whine and ache. It hurt.

I moaned softly and tried to get up but soon after the pressure on my arms disappeared and I crashed onto the ground again.

My hair was sprawled all around me as I laid on the ground trying to breathe. It proved to be an almost impossible task.

Suddenly, shocking pain ignited my skull on fire and light attacked my eyes. I moaned and closed my eyes. I tried to reach for the area that was hurting but I couldn't.

My eyes shot open to see what was happening but was met with Cole's dead ones. He was sneering at me. Glaring with no sympathy. No pity. Just hate.

"Someone like you should be looked away for what you did to Dawn!" He spat in my face. His nostrils flared and his lips frowned an ugly frown. "You should be killed for that."

My eyes stung as I tried to hold back tears but couldn't. I opened my mouth to moan again but my face soon face-palmed the ground and a yelp escaped my lips.

I breathed heavily as I watched, from behind a curtain of my own hair, as he walked away without glancing back.

I knew I had to get up but my body hurt. The bruises on my back killed me and my legs and arms ache badly. He added to it.

Tears streamed down my face as I cursed each one. I tried to hold them back but the throbbing pain coming from around my body made the tears gain the upper hand.

It hurts.

I clenched my teeth and brought my hands to my sides. I put my hands flat on the ground and as soon as I clenched my muscles to push myself I groaned loudly and released my muscles.

I couldn't do it. It really hurt.

The pain increased with each passing moment as the tears came more heavily. My dad would be happy to see me in this state.

I opened my right eye and peaked at the class and the people around me. It was very blurry and distraught. It was hard to see anything or recognize the people in front of me from the tears. Nonetheless, I could see how no one tried to help.

I saw how no one helped me. I saw how thy were shuffling around trying to ignore my body that was sprawled on the floor. I saw how everyone was ignoring me. I saw how everyone turned away.

I gave up. I was sick of it. Pretending like I was ok. I wasn't.

I wanted to sleep.

It would've been really easy. To just close my eyes and let it go. It would've been easy to forget what happened and let my body heal while I got lost in my dreams.

My eyes started to blink slowly. My hoods felt so heavy as they closed. I tried to keep them open but it wasn't as easy as it sounds.

I looked at the floor in front of my face. I was about to throw up. It was full of dirt and dust. I wanted off, but as my cheek pressed more onto the cold ground I knew I had no choice.

I exhaled slowly.

As my eyes blink for a final couple of times, I saw a pair of shoes heading right in my direction. I moved fast and urgent.

Help?

The shoes stopped right in front of me as a pair of arms reached out for me. I tried to strain to look at the actual person but I couldn't. I think they understood what I was trying to do because soon enough, a face came into my view.

My eyes widened in surprise as Conor crouched close to my body. His eyebrows were pulled together and an angry look was grazing his features. His eyes scanned my whole face then they traveled the length of my body.

As if checking for injuries.

He reached out with his hands and snaked his arms around my back and my knees then picked me up.

I moaned loudly and clenched my teeth to stop from screaming. At that, his muscles clenched and he pressed his lips into a tight firm line.

He pressed me gently but firmly to his chest and walked out of the class making his way downstairs.

My hair created like a curtain over my face as it shielded me from other people who were looking at us like we belong to a freak show.

I fisted his shirt and buried my face into his warm chest then all together, let the darkness take over.

I was done.