No Turning Back (One shot)

No Turning Back

"We can't help everyone, but everyone can help someone"
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I walk out of the classroom after a slow and tiring lesson. The well known fear slowly comes back as I make my way down the quiet stairwell. I get to the door that separates the stairs from the loud hall packed with students. As soon as I open that door I will be putting myself in danger. I take a deep breath and I put my hands on the cold door. Just the thought of what might come next makes me shiver.

I collect enough courage and I finally open the door. When I'm on the other side I try to make myself as small as possible. It's at moments like these I wish I could make myself invisible. I try to make my way through the noisy and packed hall. When I get to my locker I hurry to take all of my stuff and start walking towards the next class that starts in 20 minutes.
My eyes look around the room in panik in search for them. But they are out of sight.

I feel myself getting calmer when my look gets stuck on the familiar long black hair. The girl that I believe is an angel, to good for this cruel world. The girl with beauty deeper than what meets the eye. I look at her side profile in admiration as she gathers her books from her locker. She turns around and her green eyes meet my brown ones. I feel a flutter in my chest and my cheeks getting warmer because she caught me staring at her.

She blushes and I swear, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. For her I would climb a thousand mountains, travel across all the world's seas, I would be everything she would want me to be. Because she's different. She looks at me like I'm worth something, like I'm more than somebody's punch bag. She puts the stars in my night sky. The corners of her lips turn up in a smile and I mirror her expression. Everything around us stops and it feels like it's only me and her there.

She looks at me with those gorgeous emerald eyes and my stomach does a backflip. She makes me forget all the hate, all the filthy words that are always thrown at me, she makes me forget all the people that have left me. I wonder if what we call home can be a person. It feels like when I'm with her there's no play I'd rather be.

Suddenly I see large shape in front of me that breaks my contact with the black haired beauty. He's tall, blonde and muscular. "Look who we have here", he says. I hear someone laugh mockingly behind me. Right before I turn around I hear a loud bang. A rather short guy has aggressively closed my locker. I feel two big hands push me up against the locker and there he is in front of me, Anthony. He keeps me pressed against the lockers with a tight grip against my throat. "Stay away from Nathalie you son of a bitch".

He smirks and right then I know, he enjoys this, he loves it. Pushing me down, making my life a living hell. "Let me go", I said. I try to push him away but that only makes his death grip stronger. I know that my weak attempt to get him to leave me alone was useless. I look around desperately with hope that somebody will help, that someone will speak up, but as soon as I meet their eyes they look away.

I turn my head to look at the only person that might give a shit, Nathalie. I lock eyes with her and unlike everyone else she doesn't look away. She keeps looking at me with sympathy. I saw in her eyes that there was a battle in her mind. Yes or no, should she help me or not.

I notice the tall blonde guy turn around to look at Nathalie. He must have realized I was watching her. He nudges Anthony and nods towards her. Anthony looks at the girl and then turns back to me. "DON'T LOOK AT HER YOU FREAK", he shouts. But I don't budge. If I just kept looking at her everything would be fine, she's my home.

He takes my jaw in his rough hand and turns my head away from her. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU", he says. I feel the knot in my stomach after he ripped me from my safespace. I did as he said and I looked at him. "There you go", he says with a smirk. "Aw, you sad now that you can't look at your little bitch".

"Don't call her that", I defend. He looks at me shocked. "Did you say something?" I don't know what took over me but I felt the need to protect her. No one was allowed to disrespect her in any way. "YES, I SAID DON'T CALL HER THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT".

I'd seen him angry before and I know that he has quite the temper, but never in my life had I seen him so infuriated. I had just yelled at him in front of 50+ students. The most popular guy had just been yelled out by the schools freak. I feel a knee collide with my stomach and I slide down the locker breathless. I try picking myself up to walk away from there, but as soon as I get up I feel a sharp pain in the hollow of my knee. I lose my balance and I soon find myself laying on the floor just like some seconds ago.

I turn around to look at the black haired girl. She made her choice. She starts walking with uncertainty. But she's not walking towards me, she's going for the exit. The disappointment pours over me. I thought she was gonna say something, I thought she was gonna save me.

Anthony kept kicking me but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was Nathalie. She's still there. She turns around to look at me. The emerald orbs that earlier mirrored happiness were now filled with tears. That sight broke my heart from a thousand to a million pieces.

I can't help but hold on to the hope that she will change her mind, that she'll come back. Her emerald orbs connect with my brown ones and at that moment I know what she will do. She can't risk being treated like me. She walks away with tears in her eyes and pain in her expression. She left me... just like everyone else.

I feel the kicks and punches but I don't have any reaktion. It's like my brain didn't register anything that was going on around me. It's like I'm looking at myself from another person's perspective and all I can see is a weak little human being that has totally given up. Someone that simply doesn't care anymore. All I could think about was the the mesmerizing girl walking away from me. Maybe she wasn't as different as I thought she was.

The physical pain is nothing compared to the aching in my chest. I've never been so broken in my whole life. There are tears threatening to fall but before they do I feel an unbearable pain in my head and everything goes black.

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"The patient is suffering epidural hematoma and needs an emergency operation", the young radiologist said. "The operating theatres are unavailable", said the nurse with a knowing voice. The room became silent. They both knew that if they couldn't proceed with the operation the intracranial bleeding would spread and make it impossible to survive".

Alex laid lifeless on the cold uncomfortable hospital bed. The brown eyes were out of sight because of the heavy eyelids blocking them. The small room was quiet, the only sound you could hear was the beeping from the heart monitor and the patient's slow breathing. The depressing white walls reflected the sunlight from the small window in the room.

Alex was dying but no one cared. Would it really matter if another teenager died. No. Time wouldn't stop, the sun wouldn't stop coming up in the morning and going down at night. Everything would have stayed the same. Alex wouldn't be missed by anyone.

The soulless body started to shake uncontrollably. The heart monitor started to beep faster which indicated that Alex's condition was getting worse. A few doctors rushed in. They knew that the fight was lost but they tried anyways.

"Clear", says a doctor, then he pressed the metal paddles against the younger one's chest. The shaking body jerked upwards after the electric shock. "Raise it to 200 volt!", he shouted again. "Clear", you hear a male voice say. Once again the body jerks up, but nothing improved.

There were no signs of life other than the beeping sound of the heart monitor on the right side of the bed. The attempts to stabilize Alex's heart kept going until the machine gave away a long beep. The doctors all looked at the heart monitor, all they saw was a long blue line. The tiny room that was earlier filled with shouting doctors was now silent.

"Time of death?", the doctor asked. "2:37 pm", a woman answers silently. "Full name?", the black haired doctor asks as he clears his throat. "Alexandra Sofia Sanders"

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"She was hated for loving"
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Aida. K