Terminal Love

~Chapter 1~

"Emily... Em-i-ly, you can't stay in bed all day! You have to come down eventually." yelled my mother. "It's no use, she's as dead as Vince!" cackled my dad. "That was too far Danny!" My mom screamed at him. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly rolled my sleeves down to cover the wounded skin and flesh.

I would never picture myself being the strung out, depressed and lost soul that I had become. But things were different now. I'd lost my purpose, I had no one to care for. No one to care for me. I snapped out of the thought when my mom barged in with an exasperated look as she said slowly, "You, are going to be late." And that was it. She silently walked out, closing the door behind her.

I leaned against the wall with an exhausted groan. That was almost too close...I thought to myself, shuddering at the possibility og being discovered.

Becoming everything I hated was no apart of my plan in life. I had Vince, my love. My everything. Once he was stripped from me I decided I would never be able to love anyone the way I loved and gave myself to Vince. We hadn't been together for long, but something unfamiliar had clicked for us. I learned to call this feeling  Love. It was too late to think about it. I had to get to class.

I clutched my books close to my chest and made my way across the grassy path leading to campus. Alot of things about this campus made me uncomfortable. Seeing Lace here definitely took the cake. She met Vince here, I met Vince here. I won Vince here. I lost Vince here. It was almost too much to take in.

I tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling building up inside of me by drowning it out with noise. I put in my earbuds, and turned up the volume on my music player as loud as it would go, trying to avoid the stares and snickers of the people I used to call my peers. It wasn't difficult to see why people looked at me the way they did. I'm your typical black haired, green-eyed beauty. Used to be a star on my college's softball team. The fact now was that my hair hung in scraggly oily strands around my face, causing acne to break out along my cheeks and forehead. My eyes lost there sparkle. As if they were foreign objects in my face. I was no longer an athlete,no longer popular. Oh yeah, they certainly had a reason to laugh. If I were on their end, I'd laugh at me too.

I walked down the long bleak hallway, dreading my Bio class. The biological structure of anything held no interest for me. That, and I shared the class with Lacey. I removed my earbuds and shut off my mp3 player, opening the door to the classroom of students looking at me with less than welcome eyes. I was late, damnit.

I made my way to the back of the classroom, ignoring snickers, sneers, and the occasional foot sticking out in the isle. I sat down next to an unfamilliar face. Why hadn't I noticed this person before?I quickly pushed the thought to the back of my head, and focused on the biological, whatever. 

I attempted to ignore this quiet but masculine figure next to me, but I admit, it was hard. I jerked up when I heard Lacey screech "Michael! Why are you sitting next to that loser? Don't risk your rep, that chick is bad news!" The words shouldn't have stung so bad, but they did. However what came next stung a whole lot more. My mystery Michael quietly got up and moved his seat, much to Lacey's delight. I was embarassed. I was a loser. Lacey was right.

I got up as the tears threatened to emerge, and exited the room silently, not noticing Michael staring  me down until the door closed behind me.