Her Saviour

Chapter 4.

"Ms. Bridges," I faintly heard a feminine voice. "Ms. Bridges," it was louder. That's when I stepped back into reality.

With Blake being gone, I was alone. I had more and more panic attacks, and I wasn't able to see my father much after my parents got divorced. I moved to a new school with new people to bully me, but still some old people, like Cassie. My mom, sisters and I had to move to a crappy house because my father doesn't pay child support. There's kids that go outside and play sports, but my family just stays inside. Basically, my life is shit at the moment.

At this moment of time, I was in the middle of my classroom, being forced to do a presentation of a project we had to do of World War I in Europe. I stood there frozen in the middle of the class, all eyes on me.

"She's not going to talk, she never talks," I heard people murmur. "Emo's going to talk?" At that moment, I felt overwhelmed and tears started forming in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, but I couldn't. My face turned red as a few tears dropped. "Oh, look! It's crying!" People here think of me as an 'it' and I was starting to believe it was true.

"Ms. Bridges, you may sit down now," that feminine voice was my sixth grade social studies teacher, Ms. Nixon, one of my teachers that helped me through everything that was going on. She knew about my bully problem, she would usually be the one to find me after I got beat up by people walking to connections. Other times it would be Mr. Yang, my science teacher. Ms. Nixon wouldn't usually call me to do presentations because she knew how I would get in front of people. I still wonder until this day why she made me go up, knowing how I got.

As started to go to my seat to sit down, a boy with golden blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, I forgot his name bacuase I didn't care about other peoples' names and I still don't, tripped me. I fell down and as soon as that happened, everyone started laughing. I turned red and quickly got to my seat. Ms. Nixon looked at me with an expression that said she was sorry, then looked back at the boy with an expression so scary I don't want to remember it.

After class that day, Ms. Nixon asked me to stay behind for some unknown reason. I did as she told me to and stayed at my seat. After the last student left, Ms. Nixon walked up to me.

"Megan, why do let people walk over you like that? You need to stand up for yourself," she scolded me.

"If I try to speak up, everything will get worse," I said. I was looking down so she couldn't see my face.

"Mr. Yang and I are getting worried. Has this always happened?"

I thought back to elementary school. In kindergarten, when everyone was nice. Third grade, when Cassie tried to take Blake from me. Fifth grade, when Blake left. No one bullied me then. That was because of Blake. I owed it all to him.

"No," I remember feeling tears in my eyes and hoping that Ms. Nixon wouldn't notice.

"Megan, if you ever need to talk, I'm here," Ms. Nixon started walking away. "You can go to your next class."

I went to my next class that day like nothing happened. By nothing, I mean Ms. Nixon didn't tell me to stay behind, and Ms. Nixon didn't bring up anything that hurt me.

Blake put me in the cot and left again. I sat there for a few minutes womdering how to get out of my situation.

'Well, Blake, how do you know I won't try to leave?' I thought. 'Why am I even talking to him... Yeah, he's helped me out, but I still hate him...' I silently scoffed at myself. 'Guess I can't bring myself to actually hate him. He was my only friend and all.'

Blake and Ms. Smoot suddenly walked into the room.

"You may leave when you'd like, Megan. Please try to be careful though," Ms. Smoot said with a smile. "Oh, and be sure to keep Blake with you."

"....Okay...." I said. I honestly didn't want to be anywhere near Blake, but I guess I had no choice, right now anyways. I'll ditch him later.

When I looked to my right, Ms. Smoot was right next to me, leaning in my ear. "He's a keeper," she whispered.

My cheeks flushed a briht red. Blake looked at me with wide eyes.

"Megan? Are you okay? You're bright red," he walked up to me and Ms. Smoot, put his hand on my head, and continued, "You're burning up!"

"I-I'm fine! I promise!" I said frantically.

Blake stared into my soul to determine if I was lying or not. After a few seconds- which felt like forever- he stopped staring at ,me deciding I was telling the truth.

"Well, Megan, we have to go. We'll be late for third period. What calss do you have?"

"Science," I said, crawling out of the cot.

"Oh, good, I have the same cla--" Blake was interrupted.

"Wait! We missed a whole period?!" I was freaking out. "My mom is going to get a call. She's going to ask me where I was... I can't tell her 'Oh! I was in the clinic because this girl beat me up' ! She'll never let me leave the house again. Then, she'll drive up to the school--" I was interrupted.

"It's okay, you and Blake are both excused for second period," Ms. Smoot chimed in. "You won't be getting a phone call home."

I sighed in relief. "Well, I have to go to the restroom," I said trying to get out and away from Blake. I got up, walked out of the room, and started running to the restroom, so I knew Blake couldn't follow me. I ran into a random stall, hugged my knees, and then finally realized. 'Blake is acgually back.' After all the years I've hated his guts for leaving me. I started hyperventilating realizing that my only friend was back. And I've hated him all this time. I thought I didn't have anymore panic attacks, but I guess not, because there I was, having a panic attack. In the bathroom stall. Great.