From a different perspective

Blue and red make purple (Mon)

The bell had gone just a few minutes ago so the tuckshop area was deserted for the time being, but I no longer had control over my body. I ran straight to one of the large trees that lined the outskirts of the big field. Without stopping to breathe or think about what I was going to do next, I jumped and grabbed the lowest branch. I pulled myself up, with the upper body strength I didn't know I had, and swung my leg over the branch. I reached for the next branch and did the same thing only I stud on it this time. I went up one branch at a time. I kept going until I was high enough that no one would notice me.

I finally sat down on a large branch and leaned against the gigantic stem of the tree. Wanting to wipe away the tears I removed a hand full of, what seemed like, a mixture of water, flour, milk and a whole bottle on blue food colouring, from my right cheek. As I tried to do the same with left cheek, I winched just putting my finger on it. I flopped my hand onto my lap, giving up, and quietly let all the tears roll over my cheeks and burn with agony in the big cut.

An hour must have passed before my tears finally started to dry up. The left side of my face had gone completely purple, from the red blood and the blue slime, and numb. I couldn't feel a thing anymore. I had cried myself into a dazed state. A few people had walked under my tree in the hour that had past, but none of them had noticed anything out of the ordinary (luckily for me). The bell snapped me out of my trance like state, and conscious about my surroundings again. The ground was now filled with people everywhere. The musical practise took up two hours of clubs so I decided to wait till everyone was in their second hour of clubs or at home, so that I wouldn't be seen. Then I'll get down grab my bags from the LS room, where I left then. It's the second hour so no one will be there and they would have put my bags outside the room before they locked it, so that's perfect. Then I go down to the PE changing rooms and I can have a shower because no one will be in there, I hope... -I planned my escape.

Once the last person was out of sight for more than five minutes, I casually started climbing down as if I had climbed that exact tree a hundred times. I swung from one branch to the next in silence. At the bottom branch, I stopped and double checked that I was the only person around. When I couldn't see anyone, I jumped and landed on my feet but then stumbled forward and ended up on all fours. I got up and briskly brushed myself off before breaking into a jog on my way to the LS room.

The room was locked, as I expected, and my bag had been left just outside the door. Perfect. I slung my back-pack over one shoulder and started back the way I came.

In the changing room I was extraordinarily relieved when I realised there were no sports clubs at this time and I was the only person in the room. I immediately dumped my bag on the bench closest to the sink, and pulled off my colourfully stained school uniform shirt. I threw the whole thing in one sink and drowned it. The water soon became thick and blue. Realizing this was not the right thing to do, I quickly pull the shirt out again then, after a few seconds of thinking, I decided to put it in one of the showers with hot water constantly filtering it. After doing that, I stripped everything off, let my hair down for the first time ever in school, and stepped into one of the showers myself. The warm water was reassuring against my tear stained cheeks. I just stood under the warmth of the water running my fingers through my now blue hair.

It took at least ten minutes for the water to stop turning blue when it ran through my hair then down my back. But it took another three minutes, maybe, for the bloody mass to decrease. Worried that time was running out, I finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I hung up my soaking shirt and used my school skirt as a towel (it was the best I could find, plus it was already dirty).

I quickly pulled on my house kit, which I luckily didn't put on earlier. I then went to the sink and, for the first time, looked in the mirror. I barley recognized myself. The whole left side of my face was red and swollen, eighty five percent of my hair was deep blue, but worst of all, the cut on the side on my face was ten times worse than I expected. It looks like the cuts people get in horror movies that make-up artists spend hours 'perfecting'. It was easily ten mm deep and it had pulled apart so it was two centimetres wide. It started from the top of my cheekbone all the way down to my lower jaw. Tears started spilling at the thought of pain, even though I couldn't feel a thing.

I heard the hinges of the door move but I didn't care anymore. I girl walked in and walked around the room as if she was looking for someone. I recognized her as one of the lower characters in the musical. She made her search hasty, not wanting to get involved in whatever happened to me. Outside I heard her announce to someone "No, she's not in here either. There's just a girl with blue hair crying. Your latest victim I'm guessing?"

"Ummm... ya."the other voice answered. Sven's voice. "Augh Robin. Where are you?" I heard him mumble worried and irritated in a way.

He doesn't know it's me! I didn't know what to think about this.