Sweet Dreams

Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

Class went by quickly, unfortunately. Two hours straight of drawing my final project. For this project we could choose what we wanted to do and I chose to draw my mother. I don't know what it was that made me decide to draw her. I almost cried when I was shading the sparkles in her eyes.

I packed my pencils into my bag and stood up. Karl, my teacher, wanted to review what I had done so far, so I left my work there. 

Sighing, I flung my bag over my shoulder and blew a kiss to the drawing. I didn't feel stupid and childish as people giggled at me when I walked past them to leave. They didn't understand. Their parents were alive. It may only be a drawing, but the love I drew it with made it so much more than that. She was looking so real, it was like I was drawing her as she sat right in front of me. 

Drawing her was like I was bringing her back to life.

"Hey, Scar!" I heard an all-too-familiar voice call from outisde the corridor of where the art classroom was. 

What now, Blake? I tightened my grip around the straps of my bag. 

I paused for a second before heading out into the atrium, where I met Blake for the second time today. It's funny how I always seemed to magically bump into Blake, it was like he was stalking me; following me around like a ghost just to haunt me.

"How's your art work going? Still missing your mummy, are we? Five years later, at the age of eighteen, you're still crying over her like a baby?" Blake sneered. His lips curled into a snarl, but I remained emotionless. I refused to show the heartache I  felt burn inside.

I had a fifteen minute break until my next class; media. I knew I would find myself getting tormented by Blake some time during the break.

"Oh, poor baby Scar. You try to look like you don't care but I can see it in your eyes. You hate me," Blake spat.

What's gotten you into such a bad mood? Did your teacher tell you that you're failing again? 

My grip tightened even more around the bag straps. I didn't know what I wanted to achieve whilst doing this, but I did it anyway.

Blake laughed. It was a bitter laugh. I wanted to laugh back, but my face continued to remain emotionless. 

"You only have one face, Scar, and that face always shows how stupid you are," Blake laughed again and pushed past me. "One of these days, Scar, I will get you," he called over his shoulder.

My heart jumped to my throat, but I felt silly as it did so. Blake made pathetic little threats to me all the time, but he's all talk. He wouldn't do anything to harm me. I mean, if he wanted to physically hurt me, he would've done so already.

I relaxed a little. He was gone, for now, and that was the main thing.

Still cautious, I made my way over to the cafeteria. There was a vending machine in the corner where nobody goes to, it was my favourite thing out of the college.

I headed straight over there, deciding on a bottle of Fanta Twist.

Pressing the buttons, sliding the money into the slot, I watched the bottle fall to the bottom where I collected it.

I sighed, looking around for an empty table. 

There was none.

Sighing again, I walked out of the cafeteria. Guess it's another break in the library then, I thought to myself as I climbed the stairs to the second floor.

The stairs seemed endless as I walked up four flights, each step seemed heavier than the last. 

I really needed to start working out, but if we're going to be honest with ourselves, I won't be doing any sort of exercise anytime soon.