Escape

2 • dash

Written by: Daisy Quacquarelli
Edited by: Daisy Quacquarelli

Alia's POV

Authors note right here. Okay, when I wrote Alia's POV I kinda fucked up because I needed her to not arrive at school so, what I've decided to do...

Drumroll please...

INJURE HER!

Don't like it? Well not your opinion honey so byeeee. If you're okay with it, by all means, continue.

The building was tall, black and foreboding. Truth be told, I felt terrified to be staying in such a place for two years.

I was too focused on my goal, worried about what might happen in the future that the present was just a background priority.

And I tripped.

Through the air I flew, before smacking the ground again, rolling over and over before I heard a loud crack and felt excruciating pain in my left ankle.

As I slumped, finally to the ground, I raised my head, glanced at my feet and gulped in horror.

My right foot was fine, slumped on the ground, as I was but it was my left that made my stomach turn.

More than 90 degrees inwards, pointed up at the sky, with a purplish bruise already blooming over where I knew the bone had shattered.

And that's when the pain began to increase.

It crashed on me in waves, spelling out inside my head 'You're broken, Alia'. But I pushed the thought away and tried rising to my feet, holding my foot above the ground and balancing on the other.

It was too much; with my entire weight focused on that one foot, my body starting falling again, the world around me spinning.

A healer. That was what I needed. But, too far from school to call for help, I simply had to fall, slowly, back to the ground and to lay, quietly crying, waiting for my death.

"It's just a broken ankle you wuss."

My eyes snapped open and I tried to raise my head but a foot pressed me back to the floor. My eyes were blurred with tears and I couldn't make out the figure in front of me.

"Don't get up," the voice said, gentler than before. "I'll do it. Just stay still."

The person, I had no idea wether they were friend or foe, lowered themselves beside me and rolled up the leg of my jeans.

Pain shot through my body and I couldn't help but let out a small groan of discomfort.

Suddenly, I felt a freezing hand pressing against my ankle which, I could tell by the pain, was probably swollen. Slowly, the hands coldness became prominent, erasing the hurt from my foot.

A hand appeared in front of me, offering and I took it, gratefully, standing on one leg and testing the other, gingerly.

When I was quite certain it was in working condition, I put my foot back on the floor and glanced up at my saviour who, I was surprised to see, was a boy.

"Turock," he said, stiffly. "Don't expect me to help you out all the time from now on when you're clumsy."

I noticed his uniform and rolled my eyes at his comment. "Don't call me clumsy. I was intrigued by the building up there."

Vaguely, I gestured towards the hill and the boy grinned.

"Oh, yes. You really should be interested," he said with a mock smile. "It's always good to like the look of your school."

Ew, it ended so bad. Oh well.