Helena

"Helena Way?" she, that annoying, shrill, high pitched voice said. She being that teacher I couldn't remember the name of.

How long had I been here?

Almost seven years and I couldn't remember the teachers name, concentrate my thoughts told me you're almost at the end of sixthform, you don't want to fail after this long it continued

"no of course not" I said out loud, everyone around me burst into laughter, I mentally slapped myself,

well done Helena, way to look more like a weirdo, just talk to yourself.

My thoughts were starting to get a little offensive actually, but I guess I thought correctly, talking to myself instead of the teacher was not smart.

Just the pure look of hatred the teacher glared back at me with whilst she read out other names in the register told me that I'd somewhat pissed her off for not answering when I was blatantly there.

Sat right at the back but in her direct eye line actually.

Woop! Definitely something I should cause, everyone likes a hateful teacher don't they? (note the sarcasm)

"Miss Way!" the teacher shouted at me bringing me back into reality

"hmm? what? can you repeat the question?" I asked looking at her, I'd definitely not heard a word she'd said but it was probably because I wasn't in the least bit interested in what she had to say

"Not a question Miss Way, an order, I told you to get out of my classroom. If you are going to ignore me, I don't want you in my classroom" she said in an 'I'm the most important person in the room' kind of voice, you know the one, that thing that teachers do when they express their power and oh so superiority through words, yeah. That.

"Whoa whoa whoa! what the hell? I didn't even do anything wrong! not that I'm complaining about leaving but even still! you can't kick me out for no reason!" I argued, the way I saw it I'd not been given a fair chance to pay attention

"Well Miss Way, I just did. So yes I can" she answered back, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot "your making the whole class wait for you" she said in a irritatingly smug tone, on queue the whole class started moaning "get a move on freak" one of the girls down front shouted "YEAH! I don't want to fail because of you Satan spawn" a male voice added the class bursting into laughter

hurray for you I thought what an original insult, you should get payed for lines just like those you dumb idiot.

As you can guess, sarcasm was one of my strong suits.

I groaned and flashed a glare at the teacher before slipping on my black knee length jacket and my black plain bag over my shoulder that I'd adorned or rather speared with safety pins in every other spot on the bag, a mix of big and little ones, and a small silver skull pin, the one I'd been bought by my parents one birthday.

I completely ignored her as I walked out and slammed the door hard as I exited the room.

Then I was alone.

The corridors of the school were completely empty during class time and since it was the last lesson before school finished any students that usually spent their lessons loitering in the corridors had just given up and gone home already, which was now what I planned to do.

Making my way to the end of the corridor and to the stairwell I started to think of how I'd gotten into this situation in the first place, my parents living in another town from me and not coming to pick me up every day like they once had. It was my fault of course, I'd wanted to finish my studies here before moving out to the countryside to a farm my parents had started renting, we had horses you see, so it was a chance they could not pass up, a farm with equestrian facilities was perfect for us.

I still missed my horses and my parents, which was why I couldn't wait to get my exams over. Get some qualifications behind me and move to where my parents were, because they were my ground.

They kept me sane through the hard times, through my bullying troubles and also through the good times, I couldn't think of a memory I had that was good that didn't involve my parents being there. We were a close family and that's how we liked it and wanted it to stay.

I managed to reach outside in my day dreaming state and headed for my small one level home that was about a mile away, I had no transport so walking was the cheapest way to get anywhere, plus it kept me fit with all the crap I ate on a daily basis. I walked around the side of the school heading for the front exit, it was the quickest way, but I was stopped by a deep male voice behind me. I didn't want to stop, but I had to tell whoever this kid was to leave me alone.

It turned out the voice didn't belong to a kid, it belonged to a man of about twenty or twenty one, a couple of years older than me with me being eighteen.

I had to look up at him because he was a lot taller than me, about 6'4 and he was well built, athleticly so. This man was as pale as I was, which was odd, I'd not seen a lot of people as pale as me. His dark Shock of hair made him look even more pale, and this made his eyelashes also dark which made his icy blue eyes pop, almost to the point where I couldn't look away.

He flashed me a pearly white charming smile when he saw me staring "something the matter?" he asked raising his eyebrows, I looked down catching a glance of what he wore, tight black tee, black jeans, black boots, his lack of jacket in the chilly April breeze didn't seem to bother him though

"nothing.." I mumbled in reply to his question avoiding looking at him so he didn't see me blushing, why did god have to make me so awkward?

"out of class early little girl" the dark haired man said, it was a statement not a question

"yes...got kicked out, I dont know you do I?" I questioned frowning, I knew I didn't, I just wanted to see what lies hed make up, I was shocked when he didnt lie at all

"no you dont, but you will do" he told me with a smirk, the man started walking towards me,  I backed up as he did so until my back hit the wall and I had no where to go as he got closer

"can you take a step back your making me uncomfortable" I told the man putting my hand on his chest holding him back. The distance between us didn't last, this guy was very strong so he just kept moving until my arm gave way and he was so close I could smell his scent, he did smell good though.

His scent was warm and inviting, I suspected his after shave contained some kind of flower, but it wasn't sweet, he still smelled like a male, I couldn't explain it... he sure was odd, and then a hand over my mouth brought me to my senses

"don't make a sound, I'm not here to hurt you, everything will become clear soon, for now...sleep my love" the man said, he ran his fingers through my centre parted black hair, the gentleness calmed me a little but I still didn't like the stranger touching me, with my hair being waist length I was used to people touching it but not like this, not by myself with a complete stranger.

I was about to protest and start struggling until I felt him get closer and a sharp pain penetrate through my neck and shoulder, I wasn't sure what he'd done, but the pain got worse, then there was darkness creeping in, and all I could think up until the point I blacked out was that he'd probably stabbed me and my life was coming to a premature end.