His Pain, His Savior

His Anger

I awoke the next morning, still feeling drowsy from the day before. I was contemplating wether to confront tord about this or not. I ran a hand threw my hair, my loose bangs falling onto my face. I sighed, and turned to the side of my bed to check the alarm clock, which was usually set to 8:30.

It was 9:25....

"FUCK!!!" I screamed, jumping out of bed and into the closet, I put on the cleanest set of clothes I could find, and then sprinted off into the bathroom for 'freshening up'. After about 10 minutes of fixing my hair, and cursing myself out for being late, I grabbed my bag and ran out of the dorm, speeding down the street into downtown traffic. 30 more mintues of running past by in a spilt second as I sprinted up towards to front of the school. I bursted through the doors and ran down the now empty hallways, finding home room and colliding with the metal doors. I fell into the classroom, everyone turning their attention to my epic fall. The teacher turned towards me and smiled, placing her books onto the desk.

"Hello Thomas...nice of you to show up today, now if you would be so kind as too take these to room 214, afterwards, I expect you catch up on your work, I know I won't be disappointed."

I stared at her a second, taking in everything she said before snapping out of my trance and getting up off the floor. I dropped my bag behind my chair before grabbing thte books off the teachers desk, and scurrying out the classroom. I kicked the doorshut behind me and stacked the books onto my stomach. It seemed the books got bigger with everystep I took, until my vision was blocked by the build up. I soon crashed into something, tumbling onto the ground. My head smack down onto the concrete, blurring my vision.

"Oh, Thomas are you alright?" Asked a familiar voice in the background. I froze as a hand caressed my forehead. I clenched the hand and pulled it down to the ground, looking the other person in the eye.  My vision cleared and I was staring right at tord, his expression showed signs of shock.  He smiled at me with kind eyes and placed his other hand on my cheek.

"So...how are you feeling? Are you showing signs of anger or stress? How is your blood cell count?" he spoke in concern, I let go of his hand and ripped his other one off of my cheek. He was hesitant, but placed his hands back down against his leg.

"Don't touch me you sadistic satanic bastard....I don't know what the hell you did to me, but just stay away....you've caused me enough stress this week." I snapped, stacking up my books and pushing past him, continueing down the hallway. I wasn't going to let that bastard get the best of me, he might of tried to kill me, but I'm still alive, and now I'm prepared.....

I'm prepared for anything...

He's not going to get the best of me this time.....

I won't let him.....

That sadistic...

Satanic...

Commie...

"Bastard!!!" I screamed throughout the halls. The echoing startled me a little,  and a few teachers came outside to check what the noise was, and all they saw was me standing there, in the middle of the hallway. Some of the teachers glared at me before tucking their heads back into their classrooms. Except for one, who stood outside arms crossed, and looking at me, knowing I did something very wrong. She walked towards me, her arms still crossed, ruler in hand. I knew who she was too. After the months I've spent at Holloway, I came to know a few teachers, good or bad. Mostly bad....

"Shit..."