Can you Feel my heart?

Blasphemy {Oliver}

I found myself sketching him. His dark eyes and strong face. I couldn't get the perfect bow shape of his lips. I erased and redrew, erased again. I laid down my pencil in frustration. My mind was a ball of knotted thoughts. My skin buzzed from his touch. His kiss. He had kissed me three times, each time I had hoped he would never pull away. I was left feeling quite empty when I was alone. He filled me up. Forced me to feel. Matty had been looking at me from across the room. He had been elusive since Kellin had apologized. I stood from my table and made my way over to the supply cabinet. I pulled a new pack of pencils out and a blender. I turned back to go to my seat. The door swung open and the principal stepped in, flanking him were two police officers. They all wore grim expressions. The next moments seemed to drip by. Our teacher covered her mouth, face contorted in fear and terror. An officer stepped towards Matty and he launched from his chair. He barreled into me, his hands coming around my neck. He squeezed with brute force, his face blood red with rage. My head slammed into the floor, spots skirting the edge of my vision. The officer was on us, yanking Matty from me. I caught his elbow, my nose stinging. Blood ran hot down my face and I rolled onto my side, cupping my face. Two students were at my side, grabbing at me, yelling for help. I coughed over the blood. I looked up, blurry through my teary eyes to see Matty being drug out in cuffs, and to see Kellin standing there in the door way, eyes barren. He turned away when he caught me gazing. I saw faces come in and out of my sight. I heard the rushing of footsteps. I struggled to find the body rushing at me. The lights seemed to bright and then suddenly not at all.