Roses

Taka

When I got home, I ran up to my room, and locked the door behind me. My phone began to ring. It was a blocked number. So I made it go to voicemail. When the person was done with the voicemail. I listened to it. It was a guy, he kept saying I was next. He said it about five times, saying it louder each time he said it. He laughed, and hung up. I ended up falling asleep looking at the drawing of Rose.

I slept thru the alarm five times, and was late to school. I ran to school as fast as I could, and rushed to go to my locker. I looked at the picture again during class, to see if I knew the guy that was inside Rose's room. I ran into someone, and ended up dropping all my stuff onto my floor. Including my phone. I looked up at him, and shouted "Watch it!"

He backs up with his hands up, picking my phone up and handing it to me. "Sorry, kinda lost."

"Were you trying to go?" I examine his face.

"I'm going to the art class, I'm a first year college student, I'm studying to be some sort of art teacher, or something like that." He smiles a bit helping me pick my stuff up. "Would you mind showing me where that would be?" He looks at me with a kind, and soft look.

I look at him, no one has ever looked at me like that, no one except Rose. "Oh. Yeah. Sure. I'm heading there myself."

He hands me all my stuff, and he walks beside me as we walk to the art room. I stop at the office to get a pass, and we head to the art room where I take my seat, and he goes over by Miss. Wilson the art teacher. I look at him, examining his face again. He has green eyes, black hair. He's tall, and looks chill. My thoughts got interrupted when the the teacher started to introduce him, and tell us why he is here.

"Alright class, this is Taka. He will be here as a student teacher, and will be helping us for the remaining of the semester." She looks at me, and gives me a nice warm smile. "Thank you Mist, for showing him where the classroom was."

I nod and give her a smile back, then looked at Taka, who is staring at me, as if I have done something to him. He then turns away, and ends up walking around the classroom, looking at what everyone is doing for their project. I continue to work on the drawing of Rose. I grab some color pencils from the giant box on the other side of the room. I sat back down in my seat, and he comes over to me, and stares at the picture. He gasp, but only a bit so that no one could hear him. He than walks away slightly guilty like.

After the last bell for school rang, I rushed to my locker, and when I turned around; Taka had shoved me into it, slightly grinning.

"Your silly. Did you know that?" He slightly plays with my hair, grinning.

I try to move my head, but he pulled my hair to make me look at him. "Let go of me!"

He started to laugh. "Why? What you going to do, hurt me?"

He looks around to see if everyone had left the area, and when he made sure of it he looked back at me, gripping my throat, slightly lifting me off the ground.

"Do you think you can do anything to me? Your weak Mist. You can't do shit to me!"

I grip his hand trying to get it off my throat, but he ended up throwing me across the hall as he pulls my hair, making me look up at him. He grins, forcing me to get up. He than whispered in my ear "Make a sound, I'll kill you. Got it!"

I nodded whining a bit, while he licking my neck, biting it hard. I try to push him off of me, but he tied my hands with the sleeves of my shirt, he had ripped right off my body.

I woke up in the back of a ambulance. I couldn't see much, and everything was muffled. I picked my hands up, I had bruises everywhere on my body. There was a awful pain in my stomach. I couldn't breath. I started to breath hard, having a really hard time breathing. It felt like someone on top of me. Someone who was triple my size, and weight. I ended up passing out again.

I woke up in the hospital, my mother was passed out next to my bed, with her head on the bed. I looked at her, but my vision was still blurry.

"Mo-mom?" I couldn't hear my own voice. I lightly touched her hair, and she bolted up looking at me, with her makeup running down her face. She touched the side of my face with her hand and pulled me into a hug, stroking my head. I cringed a bit, but hugged her back.