\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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My feet meet the cold tiled ground when I step out of the shower, sending chills up and down my bones. I hold my towel closer around my body, in an attempt to create any sort of heat. The mirrors are foggy just like my brain, blocking any view that could be had, and I'm glad.
I wasn't able to fall into a sleep cycle, which hasn't happened in a long time. I can feel the bags under my eyes and my aching body, nagging for sleep, but it can't have it. I stride out of the bathroom, chucking my sleepwear into the hamper, but missing horribly.
Rummaging through my closet, I harshly take out a pair of ripped jeans and a plain, loose fit, short sleeve shirt, placing them over my head and on my legs. Then, I run out of my room and pace down the stairs, completely ignoring my dad and breakfast.
I start running down the road, the school building coming up in a few blocks. I don't care if I'm early, or if I'm the only one there, just as long as I don't run into anyone I don't want to, I'll be satisfied. I jaunt to the back entrance of the school, the only door I know is almost always open.
I pull open the door, slipping inside. Striding down the hall, quiet whispers echo down the corridor, but I ignore them completely and keep walking. I continue traveling down the stretched hall, passing classroom doors with every stride, all of them are closed but one. The English room.
The voices grow louder as I get closer. My feet involuntarily carry me closer to the door and when the door is exactly adjacent to my figure, I almost shriek. There both stand Mr. Simons and Alakade, both have the look of infuriation painted on their faces.
Mr. Simons is pushed up against the wall while Alakade's hand is over his neck, but once they sense my presence, their heads both turn to the threshold. Alakade's eyes scrutinize my face like they did before, and his pupils visibly shrink, the look of complete animosity dissolving instantly.
He lets go of Mr. Simons, and jaunts out of the room, getting close to me, then stopping in front of me. I take a small step back out fear, but he doesn't seem to notice. His eyes avert to my cheek, where a fresh bruise has been forming ever since yesterday.
He stands there, silently, not saying any words at all, but then he pivots on his foot, leaving down the hall casually as if nothing ever happened. I watch him, as his figure grows increasingly smaller as he gets farther away until it gets to the point where he's gone.
I whip my head back to Mr. Simons, slowly. He studies me, but the look he had before never flattered. There's a slight red mark forming under his chin, on his neck where Alakade's hands previously were. I don't move from my spot, and as I'm about to ask if he's okay, he slams the heavy cinnamon wood door shut, right in front of my face.
The sound waves bounce off the lockers and walls, vibrating all the way down the corridor. And it's only in this moment that I realize how much has changed in six days.
It's only now that I realize that something is happening, and I don't know if it's good or bad.
It's like...I'm changing.
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