My Protector..

Chapter 9; Leaving...

I growled at Keaton as he smirked. How could he say that? He turned and stormed off, laughing. If he had long hair, he’d be flicking it over his shoulder. My hands were balled into fists, as I glared at his back. His hands were in his pockets and he slouched as he walked. My vision suddenly went red and I couldn’t control my body. I burst into a sprint, straight after Keaton. He turned, saw me and started running himself. He wasn’t faster than me. I pinned him to the floor, my face inches from his. I looked up and into his eyes. All anger left me as I stared into Keaton’s eyes. He was staring at mine too. We came closer to each other and were about to kiss when some-ones voice filled the air.

“Trudy!” James said, hurt. I became aware of our close proximity and leaned back, bringing my hand up from the floor and across his face, a red mark appearing. James helped me up and wrapped his arms around me. My eyes stayed on Keaton, and his stayed on me. He cracked a genuine smile, and his eyes were filled with sorrow. He turned and left, my eyes staying on the place he had been. James broke away from me and pulled my head towards him, leaning in. His eyes closed as his lips puckered. I gulped. Did I really want to be with James? Keaton was the only boy on my mind ever, so why was I using James like this? His lips met mine and I forced my eyes closed, trying to not cringe. I pulled away, looking at a classroom door. James turned my head towards him.

“Are you okay?” He asked. I nodded and turned, walking into the classroom. I saw Keaton at the back, head in his hands. I remembered that it was maths. I had to sit next to James. Speak of the devil, James came in and sat down, patting the seat next to him and looking at me. I backed away a little and into some-one else. I turned to see Mr. Johnson, raising an eyebrow while looking at me.

“Into your seat, Miss Boa.” He said. I gulped and sat in the seat next to James. James tried to talk to him, but I completely ignored him until he finally just stopped talking. The

lesson went slowly as I did the work, not really listening. I knew it all anyway.

            Finally, the lesson ended. I got up, packed away and went straight out of the classroom. I heard James calling for me, but I walked on. I got into my car and drove away, straight home, leaving Sophie and Keaton to catch the bus. I arrived at home and slammed the door, running into the house and into my room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sat against the door, banging my head on it repeatedly. No pain went through me. I needed to hurt myself. I didn’t know how, but I wanted pain. I never got to feel it, and I wanted to. I needed to. I went downstairs and grabbed the sharpest knife I could find. I went upstairs again and slammed the door, jumping on my bed. I ran the blade across my wrist as deep as I could. Blood poured out, but no pain. I cried, cutting along my stomach, my other wrist, everywhere. No pain. I looked at my toe. What if I cut that off? My body was pure red, blood staining my clothes, my bed sheets and my skin. I wouldn’t miss my pinkie toe, would I? I brought my foot up onto the bed and pressed the knife against my toe. I gulped, and winced as an unfamiliar feeling started up in my toe, or the stub where my toe had been. Was this pain? It felt… good. I looked at my stub. Blood was everywhere. The pain soon went and I cursed, bringing my other foot up, the knife slicing across my other pinkie toe, pain picking up in it once again. I laughed; I enjoyed that feeling so much. There was a banging on the door.

“WHY’D YOU LEAVE US?!” I heard Sophie scream. Shit. She couldn’t see me like this. She tried opening the door, but I remembered I had locked it.

“Open up!” Keaton shouted. Footsteps went away, but they suddenly came back at a quick pace. The door fell to the floor as Keaton stood like Chuck Norris. His eyes widened as he looked at a toe-less, bloodstained Gertrude. Sophie popped her head around the door and screamed.

“GERTRUDE!” She cried. I gulped. Keaton ran out and came back with a first aid kit. He wrapped my stubs in bandages and the pain came back. I laughed as it took over my foot. This was an amazing feeling! He went onto the second one and I laughed even harder. I loved it. It was the best feeling I’d ever encountered. He bandaged up my stomach and my arms, and everywhere else I had cut. He glared at me.