Niall Horan ~ Psychotic they say

School is a nightmare (3)

"Rose, you have to.."

I shook my head and tried to say no but no words came out.

"get in your cell rose.."

I looked to where the guard was pointing and gasped, it was like a prison

cell. It was dark and dirty. There was a tiny window but it had metal bars

going vertically across it. Darkness swallowing the corners of the room while a small, dim, uncovered lightbulb hung close to the roof. swaying gently.

I tried my hardest to scream out, still I was silent.

"Rose, you will stay here forever."

he put a hand on my shoulder and started to push my toward the tiny prison.

I wanted to brake away and run. but I started walking towards the room. My feet had a mind of their own. I wanted to kick and yell for help, but all I could do was walk closer and closer..... to my doom.

I screamed and my eyes opened. there was sweat all over me and tears running freely down my face.

It took me a few seconds to realize it was a dream. no. a nightmare.

I didn't know what time it was but I knew it was very late. a small amount of moonlight was steaming in through the slightly parted curtains.

but what if it really is going to be like that? what If my nightmare was a glimpse of what could be my new reality?

I felt myself shaking with fear and decided to try and sleep, I looked over to Tyler, she was sound asleep.

that girl could sleep through a war.

but my mind was racing still and I was worried, there was no way I was getting sleep.

knowing my fate

                                               * in the morning*

"Beep! beep! beep! beep!"

my alarm mercilessly screeched into my ears.

I groaned and lifted my hand to the bedside table, my eyes still closed.

my hands fumbled around trying to find the alarm but instead found something sharp.

I gasped and pulled my hand away, my eyes shooting open.

great way to start the day.

I sat up and looked out to Tyler.

fast asleep, what was I expecting?

I sat up and stretched, interlocking my fingers above my head and  feeling my bones snap into place.

right. now to get up.

ugh.

I lifted my legs out of the bed and sat up facing away from the bed.

I played with the carpet between my toes for a few seconds before standing up. I felt a little dizy but walked over to the closet nonetheless.

The only thing that seemed okay about the school was that there were no uniforms. I picked up my black combat boots, cropped leather jacket, black skinny jeans and a shirt from one some heavy metal band. It was a bit big but I wasn't about to tie a knot in it and show my tummy! no way.

okay, getting up done. now to get ready.

I walked into the bathroom and changed my clothes, put on deodorant, brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and put on light makeup. 

now for the worst. getting Tyler up.

I walked over to my bed, poked her and called her name. Without warning, a hand tried to slap me across the face. luckily I dodged it.

Like a ninja.

she groaned loudly and In a voice muffled by pillow, asked for the time.

I told her it was around eight and her eyes flew open. She scrambled up and sprinted to the bathroom to get ready. I chuckled gently. she was going to have to wear the same clothes as yesterday, she wouldn't like that.

after a speedy fifteen minutes, she was ready to go. we grabbed some toast and were out the door.

                                                    *at school*

School is, for some, a great place filled with friends, learning, opportunities and fun. For me, its a place of bad memories, haters and being judged.

the people stare, they judge me. All the other girls talk about me. I do well in classes and apparently that means its hilarious when I get things right.

I don't get it.

My favorite subject would be music. But there are some assholes there. they stop me from learning and the teacher does nothing, he's pretty lazy.

but I learn on my own and get by.

there is something about music that pulls me in. its like, an escape. from reality. from school. from my mind.

I never thought I would actually prefer school to something, but I prefer it to some nut house. 

where they are locking me away.

Forever.

I'm scared.

                                                    * after school*

I walked home, slowly and quietly. looking at the ground, letting my feet walk on, not noticing my surroundings or thinking about the way home.

I know the route home too well.

After school I'm always drained and tired. I never want to talk to anyone. But the voices disagree.

they want to talk a lot!

telling me to help them, and screaming.

mixed with a few ''your not good enough'' 's.

as I sit unmoving and practically lifeless on my bed, staring deeply at nothing, he spares.

Black eyes.

blond hair.

emotionless face.

standing across from me, just staring.

Creeping the ultimate shit out of me.

as tears well in my eyes and my hands start to tremble.

but he stares.

just stares...

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