The Huntress

Part Seven

I got to class, but everyone was looking at me as I made my way to the back of the room. It was like it was third grade all over again, and I had started the cheese touch epidemic. Everyone was trying to stay away from me, but they were all fascinated with my presence in class. I felt my chest tighten as I walked to my seat.

"Good morning miss Lukas. I'm glad to see that you're back." My teacher said, smiling as I sat down at my seat near the back.

I could hear some of the girls whispering among themselves, and the boys were snickering at me. I didn't do anything that wrong. I mean, yeah, I did try to kill myself, but I later regretted it. I knew that I had to carry on and protect my little brother in New York, I knew I had to stay around to protect others from demons, even if i was fighting my own. I had regretted the stay at River Oaks Hospital. It wasn't the best there.

The facility was nice, I had made a friend with a girl not much younger than me, Lucy. She was in for the same reason. But that wasn't the bad part, knowing I wasn't alone wasn't the bad part. It was the whole demon psychiatrist and the literal hell hole in the rec room. I guess after that whole situation, some of the nurses believe Betty Anne when she said demons were real. I knew it was true, but I never said anything, I didn't want to spend any more time there. I was the only one who was able to kill the demons, but I was unable to obtain any form of weapon. I just had to sit there and watch as Dr. Hamilton took patient and threw them down the hell hole as if they were a sack of flour.

I had been sitting in my desk, thinking of my time there and what had happened. I was sitting there, my eyes glazed over, I was numb. Thinking of nothing but the hospital.

Ms. Martinez called my name, causing me to snap out of my daze. I was a "deer in the headlights", I was struck with fear, not knowing what she had asked. I skimmed the board to see what we were working on.

"What? Uhhh." I stutter out, trying to figure out what she had asked.

"Is everything okay Megara?" She asked, a look of worry crossed her face.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything is good." I manage to say, as I feel a cold pit of anxiety fall to my stomach. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. What did I do? Nothing, right? I just zoned out a bit, not by much. I looked at the time on the clock, "Shit", I thought to myself. Half of the class had passed and I didn't hear a thing she said, and I didn't take a single note. Just a small drawing of Dr. Hamilton having a drink with Satan in Hell. I sat up, and went over to Ms. Martinez's desk and asked for help on the homework.

I spent the whole thirty second walk thinking of what I was going to say. I had a pit in my stomach, it wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"Hello, uhmm, sorry. Sorry for not listening, I've just been trying to readjust and figure out my missing assignments, and my dad, and everything. And...."  I trailed off. Ms. Martinez stopped me in mid sentence.

"Meg, it's fine. I know it's hard to readjust, and thank you for coming up here for help. I'm glad you feel comfortable walking up here. Your grandparents told me what had happened, and I understand what is going on. Here, the homework sheet is online. I'll show you where you can find it." She responded, opening her laptop. She helped me navigate to the page, and sent me off to my seat.

"Oh, Meg, are you alright! Did the big bad doctor hurt you? Did he kill your psycho friends? Oh, Meg, are you okay? Meg! Meg! Meg!" A boy in the desk next to me, across the Aisle, said in a mocking tone. He wouldn't stop after I walked back to my desk.

"Shut it Hogan." I say, giving him a death glare. He was pretty wimpy if you thought about it, but me being me probably helped my case. He didn't mock me the rest of class and let me struggle through the Geometry homework, I should've taken notes when I had the chance. I guess that's what you get when you are zoned out 75 percent of your waking hours.

I struggled through the geometry homework until the bell rang. I was able to get most done, but i=I left a couple scattered around blank. I saw a couple boys from homeroom file in, as I left.

"Demons, dun dun dun!" I heard one of them say, making the other boys laugh. Word gets around fast in this school, wow. It was probably that dumbass, Hogan. I had decided to shake it off as best I could, but it had stayed with me. I walked out of the classroom and back into the bustling hallways waiting to suffocate me. I sat there, on the ground for a good minute until the hallways kind of cleared out. I guess I broke down a bit in that small minute, I could feel a burning behind my eyes. I was on the verge of crying, but why? Why was I crying? There was no reason to. I kept walking at a steady pace, reciting the lyrics from a couple songs I had listened to the past hour. I walked to my next class, my heart aching at the thought of what might be said about or to me in my next class.