I screamed and jolted awake, due to the fact that an alarm clock was, purposely I'm sure, placed basically in my ear. I looked around angrily for the culprit, only to see Alex, standing there with his arms crossed, and foot tapping with irritation. Only then did I realize that his hair was dripping wet, but thankfully, he was fully clothed.
"I told you. It's Thursday, and thanks to your bright idea we both probably have a candy hangover. Now get dressed. We have 10 minuets until the grades are dismissed." He said as he walked out to give me some privacy. I changed quickly, snatched my bag off of the couch, and grabbed Alex's hand, leaving the house in a flash.
"I'm sorry Alex! We have to take the shortcut!" I shouted, not realizing my mistake until it was too late. I stopped abruptly, releasing his hand and covering my mouth. He paused too and, realizing the situation, picked me up and ran to the school at top speed.
RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We burst into first period, him still carrying me, but then soon dropped me on my ass like a bad habit. I began rubbing my ears with my eyes closed tight, this time not really caring about my 'sudden' change in character. "Fuck, those bells are loud. I can't even fucking hear anymore. Damn." I said, not really caring about anything the teacher would say. The whole class let out a collective gasp, and I think I got detention. I completely lost focus and fell to the floor, unconscious.
~TS~
"Wake up, dammit!" I heard, suddenly feeling a rough jostling. "Why won't you wake up?" Alex? Is this Alex? By then I'd had enough.
"Shut the hell up, damn you!" I yelled, voice harsh from a long sleep. He looked up in surprise and jumped into a hug, nearly strangling me to death. "How long was I out?" I asked, trying not to suffocate. His grip loosened on me, only slightly, as if to not even consider completely letting me go.
"For a whole day. I was so scared that my bestest friend wouldn't wake up." He said, his voice cracking at the end. I started stroking his soft brown hair and I could just feel him relax. Unexpectedly, I heard a heartbreaking sob.
"Come on, that isn't very probable now is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel him shake his head against my shoulder.
"It's happened before. It's happened lots of times-" He started to whine slightly, and I couldn't take another moment of it.
"Well it's not gonna happen to me." I said sternly, lifting his head up to look at my face. I faltered slightly when I saw his tear-streaked face. I looked him strait in his light brown eyes. "Look, I'm so much better now. So you should be so much happier now, right?" I asked, smiling at him.
He returned a shaky smile, and I felt so much happier too.
~TS!~
I'd been in the hospital for two days since the incident with Alex. Turns out, I have diabetes. Type 1, to be exact. So now I have to go to the nurse every day at certain times to take insulin, which is sure to leave scars. I flinched as the nurse removed the needle from my arm.
"You can go home when your parent or guardian comes and signs some papers for your insulin and other things alright?" She said. I nodded slightly and pulled my phone out slowly and dialed my mom's number. In all reality, she is Alex's mom, but she told me to call in case of an emergency.
"Hello? Alice, honey are you alright? Alex told me you were in the hospital." She said, very worriedly, may I add. I shifted the phone nervously in my hand and released a shaky sigh.
"W-would you mind coming to sign me out of the hospital? Please." I said, knowing she was a kind woman, but deathly afraid that she would decline. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes felt like hours until she replied.
"Sure! I'll be there in 10 minuets, ok?" She shouted, temporarily damaging my eardrums. I intended to reply, but she had already hung up. I could've swore that my heart stopped, and it might've, considering that my 'mother' only tells me lies. So why ask a liar about my heath problems? She would tell me that I'm allergic to chocolate instead of telling me that I had diabetes. More chocolate for her, right? I could imagine that. Infact, I just did.
~NEXT DAY!~
I shuffled through the halls quickly, as to not get caught by anyone, as I knew everyone had knowledge about my little 'episode' yesterday. Suddenly, I felt an extremely rough tug on my wrist, and I yelped in pain. I opened my eyes again slowly, only to find myself face to face with a stranger, and apparently up against a locker.
Void of any warning at all, he slid my sleeve down, scraping against all of my sub-fresh cuts. "Wow. Look at all those! Did you do it yourself?" He asked with fake surprise. I was quivering and I tried to back up into the locker, as if I'd go through the door.
I shook my head frantically, getting a massive headache, but that wasn't important at the moment. He squeezed my wrist even tighter, and the skin didn't matter anymore. I felt my bones being compressed in is hand, and I wanted to cry out, but bit it back, just barely. Of course, Alex wasn't here today, of all days. His mom said he had been traumatized, and couldn't leave the house today. I completely agreed with her, despite being deathly afraid of what might happen without him there with me.
I snapped out of my memory daze when I was slapped, much to my surprise, and stumbled backwards, eventually falling to the ground. "Will you listen to me now?" He asked, sounding kind, which made the situation all the more terrifying. We heard a locker open at the far end of the hall, and realized that homeroom was over. While he was distracted, I slid backwards and quickly popped up from the floor and made quick work of getting lost in the crowd.
I suddenly bumped into something firm, and I scurried back quickly and apologized. As I went to walk around the gargantuant male , he grabbed my arm and I hissed quietly in pain. Although I was sure he heard me, I was also sure that he didn't care, but I was wrong. "Hey. I'm sorry too. For everything."
What? Suddenly he pushed me back, and I fell into the arms of another bully, who then laughed. "Nice job, Cameron. I actually believed you for a second." He said as he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulders. I kept my blank gaze on the dirty light blue tiled floors, seemingly unafraid, when really, I was scared for my life.
I jolted when Chad, the bully, pinched my calf. "I like it better when they struggle." He had said, obviously wanting to test how strong I was, but I silently refused. I knew it was risky, but I'd rather get beaten than to thrash around like some idiot just because he told me to. Only then did I notice the laughing, laughing ricocheting through the halls. Evil, sinister, laughter. Chad laughed too, and continued carrying me down the hall, taking me to god-knows-where, and for the first time I wondered where we were going, and hoping not to be killed.
Well that was a bit dramatic but it was true enough. Still, we continued on through the halls, leaving a bushel of laughter in our wake.
