I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 6

        I didn't feel any better on Tuesday either. My mom insisted that I go to school anyways. I did as she said since I didn't feel like arguing.

After I had reached the school a sick feeling sank inside me. Everything reminded me of her. She loved school so much. She would have lectured me if she found out that I missed school on Monday though I wasn't sick. I walked to my class and sat down in my seat. The seat next to me stayed empty. The seat that she would normally sit at.

Class started and the sound of the bell, the sound of people walking, even the sound of my teacher reminded me of her. I hated it! This was her place, I had no right being here. This was hell and I was forced to live in it. I wanted to get out. I was on the edge of my seat. I was so close to snapping when I was tipped off. My teacher placed a test sheet on my desk. It was the same one that she was worried about 2 weeks ago. When she was okay. When I had meaning. When I wasn't alone.

It felt like every bone in my body had turned into noodles. I slid from my chair resting on my knees. My hands were clamped tight around my ears. My eyes were shut so tightly it hurt. Worst of all was the loud piercing screech echoing from my throat. I had only lasted 3 minutes in class. I was screaming and shaking so much. My teacher rushed to the phone and called someone from the office to get me. One of the guidance counselors and a school officers came to usher me out of the class. I shakily grabbed the hand given to me from the counselor and I w as pulled to my feet. Once I was on my feet I was guided to his room and the officer left to do something else.

I rested on a comfortable seat in his office. The office was quite calming. He had an aquarium in the corner which was home to many brightly colored fish. The room was a shade of white and filled with various pictures and painting, Though the room was calm, it was filled with lots of unease. I sat there in the chair shaking madly, fidgeting with my fingers, begging for him to let me go home. He looked at me closely, for a few minutes, as though I was an unknown species, jotting notes down before speaking. "So, what is it that is bothering you?" "Th-this hell. I-it's all too much like- like before." I began sobbing terribly. He nodded before telling me something like an absolute nightmare. "I will be calling your mother, and you will need to spend some time at an asylum. Your mental state isn't healthy at the time being." I sat there in absolute sock of what he had said. I was being normal. I was just suffering from a loss in a normal way. There must have been some mistake. "B-but I don't need mental help. I'm not crazy." He sighed then replied to my statement, "I'm sorry miss but you have to stay. Now if you'd please sit outside my room while I call every one, that'd be great." I nodded and did as he instructed, though I didn't want to.