A burning sensation flowed up my back, whip after whip. My eyes were wet from sobbing, each tear falling into the gashes in my thighs causing horrific pain.
Beep
" well this was fun but I've got to go" he lifted my chin and pecked my lips. He cut the rope holding my hands to the towel rack and walked out. the hotel room was painted a pale yellow,a white stool by the door was where he left the money. The tiled bathroom floor made cleaning blood stains a simple task.
I pulled my aching body up and looked for my clothes, A faded pink singlet and skinny jeans were laying in the shower. Covered in blood. Great. I frantically search my wardrobe for something to chuck on. A black hoodie and ripped jeans. Perfect. I chucked the bloody clothes out of the shower and jump in. Freezing water sends shivers through my body but I continue to wash myself. The hot water had been cut off for a month now. I grab the somehow still white towel and dry myself. In the bathroom cabinet are bandages and antiseptic solution, I tend to my wounds then chuck on the clothes that I picked out earlier.
I look at the clock. 8:30am. Okay I've got just enough time to get breakfast and get to school. I grab a apple and my bag and walk my normal root to school. I get to the first corner to find someone following me, they are frantic. Im constantly looking behind me to find them hiding. Fucking year 9's always messing around. I arrive at school and I walk through the doors. I hide behind one of them hoping to scare the kid following me. There little foot steps get closer and closer till "BOO" the kid falls backward in shock as I sit there laughing my head off. From the looks of it He was 15, black emo hair, freckles,fairly tall.I offer my hand and he takes it.
"Sorry for scaring you but hasn't anyone told you it's creepy to follow a girl around?" I ask sarcastically
" sorry it's my first day, I didn't know how to get to school and you looked like you did." He hangs his head low.
" well don't do it again okay?"
" okay" he walks off, ashamed. I forget about it and get ready for class. The corridors empty as soon as the bell rings and everyone runs to class. P.E first. Fuck. I wander around the soccer field looking for Mr.F. I spot him on the other side of the field and make my way over. He's talking to that same emo kid from this morning.
" Sir I can't do P.E today" I yell to him, he turns to face me and gestures for me to come over to him.
" and whys that?" He asks
" because my legs hurt..?" I say trying not to give anything away.
" well you can show Jeydon around the school then" jeydon what a gay name.
" fine but we need hall passes" he grabs two from his pocket and hands them to me.
" just show him the basics and don't go out of bounds" his voice isn't stern but I know not to disagree with him
" yes sir"
