HEY! Here is Chapter 8! The Story is almost done, maybe two-three more chapters. I don't know. Anyway this is dedicate to Da_CraZii_gUrL for making me an awesome cover! ENJOY!
I'm gonna die.
That was my first thought as I stared into the angry face of Skyler. His body was shaking with anger, and his fist was raised as he prepared himself to attack. Fear coursed through me. Dammit! I really did not want to die. Despite the fact that I killed myself a little over three days ago, I was beginning to gain a much better understanding of life. I finally learned to appreciate it, and Skyler's going to take that all away from me.
I've seen Skyler fight before. Cassandra may not know about that, seeing as she thinks he's totally innocent and kind, but that guy is scary good. I could probably manage to hold my ground, but who knows? He could have gained more skills, and plus, anger made people stronger. It is highly possible that he could beat me till death. I definitely wasn't in shape.
He advanced towards me, but I backed away, raising my arms in surrender. "Not now." I said calmly, trying to hide the fear I was feeling inside. This guy was scary when he was angry. He would get a murderous glint in his eyes and once he started to beat the crap out of you, it took about four to five people to get him off you. How Cassandra could not know about his fighting obsession, I don't know. He trained like that for fun, but I saw nothing fun about it.
"Give me one good reason," he spat, tensing up as he continued to glare at me. Is it not obvious? We're in a freaking hospital! No one fights in a hospital without ending up in some deep s*** afterwards.
"We're in a hospital, and Cassandra, do you think she'd like to see us beating each other up, and lastly, we could solve this by talking it out. Violence is never the answer," I said, sounding like some school administrator. Who knew I'd be the responsible one? It's very shocking actually.
"I said one," he replied, taking one more step towards me. I could see reasoning wasn't getting through to him. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him out the door, leading to the alley near the hospital. I pushed him against a wall, slowly backing away from him. "There, take your best shot." I told him, no longer pretending that I wasn't scared. I don't know when, but somewhere along our tiny dispute, I began to feel strong, no longer full of fear.
He swung at me, but I ducked out of the way quickly. "You little..." he began, but trailed off once he noticed my fist. He tried to move out of the way but I was too fast for him. Where I got this sudden burst of strength, I have no idea. It could be adrenaline, but whatever. My fist connected with his jaw, sending him staggering back. "Why are you doing this?" I asked, taking a step toward his hunched figure. "I'm not worth it."
"You stole the one good thing in my life." he said through clenched teeth, standing up straight. "You are definitely worth it." And with that, he lifted his knee up., slamming it into my gut before I could block it with my hands. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, my head slamming against the hard concrete. I winced as pain shot through my skull. Skyler didn't waste the opportunity and next thing I knew he was kicking me in my gut. He swung his leg back and once it connected, I coughed up blood.
I couldn't give Skyler the satisfaction of beating me up. I had to be strong and show him who's boss. He couldn't treat me like this and get away with it. Screw the whole "take it easy on him" crap! I was going to make him regret the day he crossed my path. With great struggle, I stood up, holding onto the wall for support.
He smirked at me, his eyes showing nothing but coldness. My body welled up with anger at him. He was a monster, I guess you could say. His face showed no emotion. There really was something wrong with him. How could he not care?
