Villains ➵ bill skarsgård a.u.

five

ADRIANNE

The expected happened despite our attempts to conceal the truth. The teachers persistently commanded us to go with them and Sarah kept on imploring for them to let it go like they would somehow listen. I've been in hillside long enough to know they won't budge. Unless perhaps if Mr. Holland, Sarah father gets into the way and pays them to keep their mouth shut from the principal. And seeing that he wasn't anywhere near, we were absolutely hopeless of any kind of escape. Except probably if I grew enough balls to jump off the window.

"Please, guys let's talk about this." Georgie begs for them to stop and as usual they kept on saying something about Hillside Highschool rules and values that were literally glued to the bulletin board attached to the main entrance downstairs. It's been there for as long as I could remember but none of us really took time to read it for it was about a bunch of scribbled letters saying something about safety regulations and whatnot.

I stepped away from Georgie and Mrs. Winters' exchange of words, ears irritated. My eyes met Jumper's as she sat on top of the table with her mouth firmly shut. Her eyes were droopy like she was about to pass out, but she still reciprocated the expression I had; fear and agitation. She shook her head in defeat and mouthed something about her mother that I couldn't understand. I just convinced myself that she was probably talking about how her mother would lose it if the teachers contacted her about her child's alcohol issue.

Mrs. Dillon didn't really get her own daughter for some reason. Jumper would always talk about how her mother used to beat her up after her father died of lung cancer. And so we chose to be quiet about those things when talking to Mrs. Dillon. She didn't like to be reminded. Although Jumper was immensely grateful still that in spite of all that her mother still supports her education. She said it might be going nowhere but at least she was still trying. Jumper was an only child like I was for my parents. Neverhtless, she wasn't supposed to be the only child. Her mother had a boyfriend two months after Mr. Dillon passed and got pregnant. However because of her alcoholism the baby died before she knew it.

Which added to her depression, and Jumper's as well. She said that was when her mother really began neglecting her existence. She talks mildly of it but whenever she mentions it I see a part of her inside her eyes shattering. Those were also one of the reasons why Jumper wants so badly to leave this town, for she's stated several times how much it was annihilating what was left of her. After our upcoming High School graduation which would be held next year on June, She's admitted that she didn't know what else was there for her. They barely have any money to make college possible. Our group and the sessions were her only escape of the afflicting reality ahead.

Furthermore we all had problems. That's the main justification as to why we were brought together in the first place, otherwise we'd be out there minding our own business, drinking pumpkin juice and not falling over this shit hole we were in.

My heart was racing, and desperation was beginning to flow through my veins. We needed to escape. I averted my gaze away from Jumper's unusually pale face, my eyes landing over to the huge window in front of the table, the freedom ahead tempting me to come to it. Without further consideration, I seruptiously grabbed one of the backpacks placed on the table, and flung it over myself, climbing onto the table as their arguments continued, and Georgie continues to bicker with Mrs. Winters who seemed immensely desperate to get us out.

I inched closer to Jumper, leaning over to her ear, my grasp firm on to her wrist. I was shaking, and so was she. "Jumper, the window." I whispered. As much as that sounds absolutely absurd, We didn't have a choice. We've brought in Alcohol into a Halloween event while being preposterously obvious, and Dalton is a huge dick who cannot control what would come out of his mouth.