Their cruel words echoed around me as I sprinted through the corridor, dodging students and teachers who where laughing and pointing at me. The constant tears falling down my face blurring my vision as I ran.
Why me?
I didn't deserve this.
What had I done to make them hate me so much???
My mind was a jumbled mess as i was tripped and pushed around the dimmly-lit hallway, constantly getting yelled at.
I ran around a corner and halted as I realised my mistake.
Wrong turn.
Her.
"Whats wrong Eve? I thought we were 'besties'." She said with an evil glint in her eyes, making quotation gestures with her fingers at the word besties.
All of the students were surrounding me, closing in on me.
I started to lose it.
"HELP! Help me!!", I yelped out as the circle of students closed in on me, trapping me, suffocating me, killing me slowly.
The darkness. The darkness. The darkness. Constantly surrounding my body with a thick wall of black.
Then I fell ,and fell ,and fell until I hit the ground.
Tiles, warm, slippery. I opened my eyes and nearly fainted at the sight in front of me.
Blood. Blood everywhere. And cuts. The cuts were on every bare inch of my body.
All up my arms and legs, deep, painful cuts. And then I fell in the pool that was my blood and drowned.
Suffocating blackness, thats all that existed.
~
I dart awake in a pool of my own sweat as I take in my surroundings wearily.
I'm in my bed.
In my room.
In my house.
It was all a dream.
I reach over and turn on my lamp, and take a sip of my water.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I try to convince myself.
That was just about two years ago, its all over now and I am fine.
I look across at my alarm clock on the bedside table.
It blinks 2:49am.
I attempt to fall back asleep for about half an hour and realise that I just can't. Not after that experience anyway.
I shuffle out of bed, attempting not to topple over from the dizziness.
I strip the damp bedsheets off the bed and replace them with fresh, blue ones. I replace my pillowcase and throw on a cleaner, fluffier duna.
It's okay. I'm fine. Just a dream.
My bedroom consists of a double bed shoved in the furthest corner on the right, a walk-in wardrobe with a floor length mirror next to the bed, a dressing table about two meters across from my bed with a window in between them, my small library on the left wall-consisting of three small bookcases nearly full with books and cds- and a door that leads off to my own bathroom being next to my small library. My room is really large especially to fit all of this.
I decide to take a shower now instead of waiting to shower in four hours at 7:00am.
I grab my fluffy white towel and run into my walk in wardrobe. I look around and after a while I decide on some grey sweats, an old blue v-neck and some wooly knee length socks.
I lock my bedroom door and go into my bathroom. I quickly and thoroughly brush my teeth and spit out the remains, then rinse my toothbrush and put it in the cup. I strip my-still damp- clothes and fold them before putting them in the hamper. I guess that was one of my OCDs, since I was thirteen I couldn't stand the clothes to not be folded, even dirty ones.
I turned on the cold water and stepped into the shower, bracing myself for the freezing cold, slowly becoming accustomed to it.
When I can finally bare the freezing cold on my skin, I stick my head underneath.
I am alive. I am still here.
I squeeze a good amount of strawberry scented shampoo into my hand and start to scrub my hair and scalp thoroughly. I scratch violently at my scalp until I can't bear the pain anymore. I rinse my hair out and do the same process with the strawberry scented conditioner.
I rinse my hair out and squeeze a decent amount of body wash onto my lufa and lather it up. I scrub every bare inch of my body until my body is raw. I clense my face before hopping out of the shower.
I dry my body and dress into the clothes I picked out before wraping my hair with my towel.
I unlock my door, walk down the hall and jog down the stairs. I walk into the kitchen and start the coffee brewer.
My kitchen is one of those stainless steel kitchens, a more modern one since we made massive updates to the kitchen in the past five years. Pretty much everything here is new.
My kitchen has a breakfast bar that is the only thing really separating the kitchen and dinning room and a middle island.
I finish making my coffee and tiptoe back upstairs to my room to grab the book I'm currently reading. I go back downstairs and read in the quiet of my loungeroom for what seems like hours while sipping on my coffee.
~
I put my bookmark in the page I finished reading and sat my book down on the coffee table.
Why are the dreams starting again?
Wait.. it's the anniversary!
Don't think. Forget!!
Tomorrow, well, more like later today. I have to go back to school from the weekend. Hand in that history project, and the essay for english as well. And I'll have to stay back at the library after school to finish up that science project. Good, science will help to take my mind off of things.
My head shot up as I heard stomping coming down the stairs. My Dad popped his head around the corner and squinted his eyes at me with curiosity.
"What're you doin' up, kid?" He asked.
A/N:
Hey guys! How was my first chapter?? I know its probably really bad but practice makes perfect and I'll get better at it. This is my first story on wattpad and if there are any mistakes or any ways i can improve in my writing, i take all advice to heart and i dont mind if you point out mistakes. Also if you guys want you can send in covers and I might use yours, but I'm not having a competition I'll just pick the best one and dedicate my next chapter to you!
Love you guys!
