No Heroes Allowed (student/teacher)

Chapter 13 - My Heroin

It was dark. The air was smelly and the floor was wet.  All I could hear was the sounds of footsteps above me. When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see the hand in front of my face. My body felt numb and sore. I could hear laughter somewhere above me. I tried to move but my legs wouldn’t budge. There wasn’t even a window in this place.

Someone was calling my name. Over and over they said it. It sounded vicious. I was scared to say anything but it kept saying my name. It was taunting me. I could tell the way it was whispered, they were mocking me. It stopped suddenly. I could hear more footsteps but they were closer. Someone was in the room.

Where was I? How did I get here? A light appeared across the room. I could finally see how big the room was. The lantern walked closely my way. I shrank back into the smelly wall and braced myself. It stopped right in front of me. The light glowed on my face and ground. I couldn’t make out the persons face due to the shadows.

“Alexandra,” the voice taunted. The person lifted the lantern to reveal its face. I gasped but said nothing. “I guess you never thought of it. You never would guess it was me.”

“Mark…” I whispered.

“You would never suspect the person who was investigating. I had access to everything.”

“Mark, why are you doing this?”

He laughed then. It sounded different, more venomous. “Why? You want to know why? I could, that’s why! I wanted to ring that bitch’s neck since the first time I met her. Now, I’m going to ring yours.” He set the lantern down. I screamed. His hands clasped around my neck. I tried my best to fight him off but he was just too strong.

I sat up screaming. Sweat poured down my face and back. The sun was shining in through my curtains. The closet door was closed. My bedroom door was ajar. Everything was quiet. There were no smelly rooms or wet floors. My heart was racing.

It was just a dream I told myself. I pulled the covers over my head and breathed. I dozed off for a couple of minutes before I heard my door open. I tensed. The person came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. I smelt the cologne and relaxed.

He pulled the covers down and rested his hand on my cheek. “Oh honey, come on.” My eyes were still closed so he probably thought I was still asleep. He pulled the covers all the way back. I shivered and opened my eyes.

“Zack,” I mumbled.

“Hey hon; you’re sweaty and warm. What happened?”

I threw my arms around him and sobbed. I sobbed for Mark and Carly. I sobbed again for everybody. I guess that was all I was good for. Other people’s problems were always my own. I couldn’t help not wanting to help people.

But when it’s my problem, whose there to help me?

I told Zack about the dream. I told him how scared I was. He just rubbed my back and nodded. He didn’t say anything until I was finished. I told him about lonely I felt. Everything seemed like it was falling down around me. Everything seemed my fault.