torn heart (0n hold)

the beginning

"Saffire Tara Nynx get your lazy behind up now your going to be late for school" i inwardly groaned as my mum irritated voice woke me up after i had just managed to nod off. Last night was another night of fittful sleep. They the men of my dreams were back and with vengance! I ran to the mirror lifting up my night gown to see trickles of thick red blood running down my skin fron several points on my body. i shuddered looking for the wounds the blood had trickled from , only to find invisible sorces. i took in several breaths walking dizzily to the bath room. i looked longingly at the bat tub dying for a soak in the warm waters to release the tention in my body, i sighed turning towards the shower in dismay. icouldnt be late for school again this week or it was another date after school with mr sniff and long, long driverling discussion on puntuation.

i quickly threw off my clothes jumping into the shower. The water rained down on me washing away my blood in a swirling wirlpool sown the plughole. i lathered my body in pinnapple dream body wash inhaling the exotic scent and intantaneuosly feeling relaxed. I heaved a sigh of relief as the never ending swirl of haunting blood finnaly dissapeared in a string down the drain.

i stepped out of the shower feeling clean and replenished, a flash of red appeared in front of my eyes warning me of the pain about to come. i screamed a soundless scream as i fell to the floor in agony . my breath seemed to be whipped from my lungs only allowing me to let out small pathetic wimpers that wouldnt reach anyone elses ears apart from own. a pulse of energy radiating from my heart exploded down by limp limbs in torchures pain. i let out another soundless scream as a final pulse of searing energy ran up my spine making it go rigided under the pain then finally hitting me in the head with a final agonising blow!...

sheer bliss came over my body making me feel light and tingly before...

blackout.

i woke up sweat drenching my curled up, aching body on the bathroom floor.i pulled myself togather groaning at the throbbing pain in my skull . before turning to the mirror hoping that i wouldnt see what surely would be there. my light chocolate brown eyes that were normally the most boring sight had taken on a sliver tint. swirls of molten silver were rapped up in my brown eyes almost like weaves of fine silver sown into my eyes by the most delicate of hands.

a sliver tear escaped my eye and ran a silver trail down my cheek and dropping onto floor.

not again... not again i couldnt go through that again

i was stronger from last time i was wisked away to labs and teated like a test rat ; but i was'nt strong anoth. i couldnt stand another 3yrs in the insitute being prodded with needles and sharp objects to test the thernominom of all the liquids in my body turning silver. to be treated like a princess and like i was important only to be thrown into the trash when my blood went back red, when my tears turned clear and when my eyes lost the glistening sliver within them turning back into a dull brown,

it had took two years of therapy to rid of my nightmares and depressions. i winced brushing at the silver spit when i brushed my teeth, the thoughts of needles peircing my delicate skin still running through my head.

"Saffire get down here now or i,ll send your dad up their to drag you down"

panic pulsed through my body 'they couldnt come up here not now not ever' especially dad he'll pick up the phone for the institute as soon as he sees this.

As much as i loved my dad he was a money crazed dick. who would,nt mind a profit off my miricale blood. i used to ask why they wanted so much but would always be told not to ask questions, it wasnt until i found my documents from the institute in my dads drawer that i got my answer.my blood was'nt just silver it was pure energy; energy the instute wanted to learn how to harness. wanted so much that they would pay billions just for a couple of tubes full.

i rushed around the bathroom throughing over objects and ramaging through cuboards looking for my all important contact lenses kept secretly for suprises like this . i growled cutting my finger on a hidden razer. my silver blood dribbling down my arm and out of sight.

i egnored it finally seeing my prize i grabbed for it holding it aboth my head in triumph.

i ran to the mirror opening a pack of new brown contacts.i hated these things but they were a small price to pay , to avoid being another sience experiment of some needle happy sientists.

i smiled slightly at my brown eyes happy that had managed to sucessfully hide the sinister silver that was weaved within them.i heard footsteps coming up the stairs interupting my wave of happiness. i slung my uniform on inwardly sighing at myself as i put on the blazer; school uniform used to be so much better before we had turned in to an academy. The old uniform used to consist of a shirt and any think black, shoes of any nature and anything else added on to make us as individual as possible.

i used to think our school as the real verson os st trinians until T-DLA took our school over and brought in the boys! of course i wasnt too bothered about our school being mixed until i found out boys were banned from yrs 11, 10,8. being being lucky oviously i was in yr11...

a knock on my bedroom door innterupted my inner rantings. i grabbed my bag took a deep breath and opened the door hoping with all my might that my disguise worked.

my dad stood outside my door his gaze landed on my face and flickered to my eyes before an unintentional frown fell apon his lips; if i,d blinked i would have missed his face being altered quikly into a fake smile. i gave him one back feeling uncomfortuble under his steel gaze ,before edging around him and running down the stairs and out of the door.

i marched down the street crazed with anger my father had stired within me.

'men my trust in them is quikly fading' good job they had bastien to keep up their repretation.

Bassy has being my main bff since preschhool; when he stuck a half eaten nogat bar in my hair!

me being me, screamed blue murder and stamped on his foot, repeatedly before lunging into a full throttle fight. Teachers apon hearing about our little fall out went looking for us only to find us under the table giggling to each other crazed nutters, looking like thugs proudly showing off or black eyes and bruised knees.Being unseperpable since that day; funny how beating the hell out of each other lead to us being the bestest of freinds.

i hurred down the street with my head facing the pavement against oncoming winds only looking up at some one saying watch out before walking face first into a lamp post!

i growled slightely before groaning and rubbing my head.

a angel like voice came from above me

"are you alright?"

i egnored it now fearing for my life surely walking into a lampost would,nt kill me would it?