I've been having this dream...

I've been having this dream... One

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I walk down the hallway of the hellhole. It's first day back and yet nothing has changed in appearance since I last left last November.

She is still here, they all are still here. Everyone's eyes are locked on me and my converse. Little 5 foot me with my knee high converse, distressed shorts and key street shirt.

Why did everyone always glare at me? I decide to ignore them and their funny looks. I go to find my locker and find it covered in graffiti. The words haunt me as they have done every year since I started here. 'Only two years left of them,' I thought to myself 'until I can get out of here and do what I want. Touring with my band.'

I carefully walk back down the walkway trying not to make eye contact with anyone. It was a long and stressful walk to find my home room class. Slight whispers are heard behind me and I can only overhear my name. I creep over to the desk in the corner, the one that's all alone. I look around the room and see a small boy walk through the door. His eyes down, cap covering as much of this face as possible. His hair dancing over his stretched ears. My eyes scan him and see that he has snakebites, just like me. I look down acting as though I never saw anything. Fiddling with my bracelets, the space around me goes dark like the night sky.

It was her. The one. The one that had everyone wrapped around her little finger, just like her bleached blonde hair that she was always twirling. She glared at me with her fake blue eyes, piercing my soul as she walks closer to me. I knew exactly what she was going to do, just like every year before. She raised her recently manicured hand and went to slap me.

Someone's hand as fast as lightning grabbed her wrist and spoke just like satan 'Jessica, we agreed we'd share her!'

'You're right Taylor. She get what she deserves later.'

Jessica and Taylor skip off to their tables in the middle of the class and are swamped with people asking about their petty little summer. They glare at the new boy, seeing fresh meat. Someone else to torment.

Saved by the bell they look away and look innocently at Mr Crothers. This gray hair shines unnaturally brightly. He introduces himself and that's when I blank out. His mouth moves, yet I can't hear a thing. First day back and yet same routines as always.

The bell rings and everyone scurries out into the hallway. I stumble out of my wooden chair and walk out the door with my head looking at the floor. I see someone's black vans in my sight. I slowly raise my head and see the new boy dash, but not from me.

I carefully stick my head down the hallway and see a skirt flip up exposing Taylor's skinny legs running after the new boy. Before I could think about what I was doing my feet were taking me down the hallway after the mysterious boy and the fake beauty.

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I wake up somewhere unfamiliar to my eyes. I see a shadowy figure in the other corner snivelling to themselves. I attempt to stand up, crippled my pain in my upper thighs. All my cuts from yesterday were open again, bleeding all down my legs. I wobble over to the figure and see tear going down their face and blood staining their long sleeve shirt. I sit down with the person, they try hide their face from me. I catch a glimpse of their snakebites and instantly know who it is. The new boy in my class.

His eyes are bloodshot from crying and his lips are trembling. I know he doesn't want to talk to me by his aura, so I simply say 'I know how you feel.'

His eyes look to me and his mouth opens to say some mumbled words, 'Do you really?'

His voice breaks me, it is the voice of an angel. How can someone who sounds like heaven be living in hell? 'Yes I do. Come with me and let's get you cleaned up.' I respond like a mother would to her child.

We carefully walk over to the sinks and run the cold water over his lower arm, the scars standing out from the rest of his skin. He tries to avoid all conversation until someone shows up. The light from the door framed her. The wind blew in just the right direction for her hair to be seen. Bleahed blonde with a flower on the right side. Jessica. She must have done this to us. We are the two different ones after all.

Jessica walks towards us, her heels echoing through the abandoned art room, her mouth has her usual smirk. Looks say a lot and this one was not saying anything good. Her stick figure legs were soon next to mine. She bends down and looks us in the eye. Her voice speaks in a vicious tone, 'You're mine, wether you like it or not. Do not try to help each other, you will just hurt yourself.'

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Hi everyone

This is my first time writing a fanfic and I'm sorry this chapter was short but they will be longer. I just needed to start it off. I will post hopefully 1-3 chapters a week. Stay tuned for chapter two

Megan xoxo