His P.O.V.
After the incident in the kitchen yesterday I wish to not do anything. Brandon lays on the bed beside me slightly snoring. He has a new girl friend I think, or maybe an old girlfriend he doesn't ever get to see. Every night right before he goes to bed he pulls out a picture of a girl. She's pretty but in my eyes not anything like Lilia. I miss her large green eyes, they would sometimes change in the light. They always had a gold rim right around the pupil. I begin daydreaming about where she might be, alive and well or... ugh. I finally get back to reality and realize that it's four in the morning. Once I start thinking about her I just can't stop... I'm never getting to sleep now. I'll just get up to start the day.
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Her P.O.V.
#2 hasn't talked at all since yesterday. She didn't even mutter a goodnight when we laid down to nap. I get to sleep in a half hour this week, I have cleaning the lunch tables. I've woken up at 12:30, just after midnight. I get up to start to clean the floors. The hallways are huge and will take hours to get clean. As I get start moping the floors alone in this hallway I hear steps around five in the morning. A boy about my age walks toward mee. He's tall with red hair and freckles that make him look like he's a different race. His walk makes him look like he's so sure of himself. Like he has a plan. By looking at him my body sends shivers run down my arms that slowly creeps to my legs. I take a glance at my arm and each individual hair is standing on end. Not trying to be mean but, It wasn't cold in this hallway. It feels as if his heart is so cold that I can feel it from 15 feet away. I'm not... racist? That's not the right word but right now it feels as though gingers don't have souls. I crack a smile and try to stop it as soon as it started but it's no use. I start to chuckle.
I quickly look down and start cleaning again as I hear his steps quicken. I think he's just going to walk by me faster than he would have a second ago. Suddenly I feel my throat collapse and the breath I was taking is all that I have in my lungs now. I look up as my eyes start to water. His face looks so furious. From here I see that his eyes are a deep green. He has his hand around my throat choking me. I feel a jolt behind me and I realize he has pushed me into the wall and has lifted me into the air. As my feet dangle my shoes, being old and torn, slip off and hit the floor. As he looks down to see where the noise came from and it gives me enough time to bring my foot up and hit him right where it hurts most.
I kick him but it doesn't seem to hurt him. He looks up and I haven't hit my target but his nose. It look broken by the way it's hanging on his face. He checks that I don't have enough strength to take another kick and he lets up a little so I can still breathe. He rips my shirt right over my left shoulder. He's trying to find my tat! It's the mark of my sevantship. It's what makes me different than him. If he finds it he could report me after beating me to a bloody pulp. I try to push his hand away but I'm so weak. My head is throbing from lack of air. He must have found my unique tattoo.
His hand pulls back behind his head and then rushes towards me, my vision suddenly went black. Even though my ears are still ringing I can still hear and feel. I start crawling away but I'm soon stopped by a jab in the back. It's not a hand though. I can see although it's still blurred and I suddenly wish I had just blacked out. In his hand he holds a knife. My nose is instantly broken and some ribs are cracked. I feel deep cuts on my back and my face is bloody. Nothing about me is reconizable. I feel a flame against my back and I turn to see the boy holding me down and another holding a lighter to my skin. I didn't even hear the second one arrive. Although I don't hear my own voice I start crying and screaming. Blood has filled my ears and I'm now deaf to the world. A bloody sheen has covered my eyes and I can no longer see. My fingers from being stepped on are all broken and I'm in so much pain. Just kill me.
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His P.O.V.
I decide to take a walk in the cool hallways. I want to clear my mind. Suddenly I hear a scream and it's far away but It sounds desperate. I don't think I just start running.
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Her P.O.V.
My clothes are on fire and I can't get out of them. I'm slowly burning away. I hear quick footsteps and at that moment I pass out.
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His P.O.V.
I find two guys standing over a servant of the school. I can see the black ink on her shoulder from the tattoo but I can't make it out. Her clothes are on fire and both guys are holding defensive knives. Her back is cut up and there are so many burns. Before they notice me here I knock out one guy. I don't even care to recognize the guy running away. I run to her and quickly take off my shirt and pat the fire down and bundle her up so the blood stops. To my dismay the blood is so intense it soaks through the shirt immeadiately. I keep it on just to stop it. I carefully pick her up and hear her moan.
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I carry her as I quickly walk. I don't want to run It would hurt her too much. She had her eyes open, I don't think she could see but she was awake. She probably passed out. It's good because I don't want her to be awake right now. It would make it more complicated. I find the hospital and hand her over to them. They kicked me out right away and then set to work. I don't want to leave her alone there but she'll be in good hands.
