|Damage||cth| -au- DISCONTINUED

|Eleven|

Aria:

I learned a lot about Calum in those few minutes that we talked. I knew there was no point in avoiding him but I could hardly think straight around him.

It was honestly frightening his ability to be three different people. In my eyes, he could be my rapist. He could be my bully or just be everyone's favorite asshole. He is an insecure teenager. I just didn't understand how he could be all at once.

I felt bad for having gone off on Calum. I didn't mean to bring myself into his own personal problems. He picked up his bag and left the classroom without another word. The two other people at our lab table looked at me with the same questioning expression as I did. I really cared where he went. Despite everything he made me feel and what he did, I didn't hate him at all. I really actually hoped he was okay.

I went straight home after school and went to bed. This had been a habit of mine lately.I went to school, came home, and slept.

I'd been having the same dream everyday. I had the same dream as usual but this time it was different.

"Fuck, Aria. You're being too loud. They're going to hear us."

This time he had hold of both my wrist down, crying. His tears falling down on my face.

"I'm dyslexic and I'm stupid. Help me, Aria!"

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. I was in my bed. Dakota was passed out next to me. My palms were sweaty and moist. My body ached and throbbed. My ears rang and I was drenched in my own sweat. I ran my hands through my wet hair. My room was humid and moist feeling. Out my window, I saw my dreary reflection. It was dark outside and still early in the morning. The light was on, blinding my weak eyes. I began to slightly panic.

'It's over' I told myself.

'It's over Aria. This isn't real."

I looked around down at Dakota and she wasn't there anymore. I was back in her room. I was alone. I was half-naked, drenched in fluid. My hair was in my face. The room was dimly lit. I got off the bed and pulled on the handle. The door was locked. I felt compelled to get out. I continued to pull and the handle broke off. I began screaming. Tears came rolling down my face as I continued to sweat. I slammed my hand on the door. I did everything I could to get out. I continued screaming and the wood from the door splintered and broke off into my hand. My hand started bleeding which only drove me to bang on the door harder. My skin peeled and blood continued dripping as I hit the door.

"Let me out!" I screamed.

Dakota appeared out of nowhere. I was back in my bedroom. It was slightly bright out. My bedroom light was off. My mum and Dakota had been staring at me for what seems like forever. I could only assume that they had been standing there for a while. I sprawled out on the floor of my bedroom next to the door. There was a dent in the wooden door with blood smeared and stained on the white wooden door. Dakota obviously had been crying and my mum looked on the verge of it. She pulled her beautiful curly brown hair out of her face into a bun. They both had looked at me like I'd gone crazy. Maybe, I was crazy.

My arm had been bleeding.

"I think she was hallucinating, Angela," she spoke to my mum.

"Aria, sweetie," she said. I had never seen my mum look so terrified and scared of me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head. I'm such a shitty liar.

"The door was locked and I couldn't get out, Mum. The handle broke off. I swear. I couldn't get out."