The Fight Within

Chapter Two

*Gabbie's POV*

I sat there in my own world as the Headteacher went on about the rules and regulations of the school, I really was trying to listen but I guess I wasn't used to being told what to do after all this time you know with my family disappearing and...and... what happened with my brother. I will tell you at some point but give me some time.

The Headmistress looked at me in pity I guess she could see the mental torment I was going through. I don't even know why I am at this school. She just said that the school system found out what had happened and decided to take me for my own safety in case anything happened to me. No one knows where my parents went but I just hope that they're safe where ever they are. No one has heard off them for months, not work, college, friends, family... They've literally gone. Here one day gone the next. What followed after that was scary and scarring to say the least. It has left me with so much anger and hate that made me isolate myself from every person that I once knew and loved.

I looked up at Miss.Hariss in silence, she cleared her throat because of the awkwardness in the room.

"Well Miss Lawrence lets go show you your room. Remember its lights out at 11pm and at our school we allow boys and girls to mingle in each others dorms because the dorms are together anyways. There isn't enough pupils to have seperate dorm areas." The way she said mingle almost made me want to laugh, and that is something that I haven't done in a while.

Walking down the coridoor listening to our steady breathing and the click clack of her heeled shoes made me realise how much I actually missed going to school. I stopped going becuase I couldn't even drag myself out of bed to eat nevermind walk around. But I suppose this could be a fresh start, try and leave the past behind me and maybe even make some friends. A small smile slowly creeped on to my face, Miss Hariss looked pleased to see it, she seemed like a nice teacher. 

The walls we're covered in art work, some of it dark and depressing and some of showed things beyond my imagination. Images of boys and girls with flames, lightning and even ice coming out of their hands, they showed power and at the top if every one of them was a line or two of a poem.

One that really caught my eye was a shadowed figure with ice on one side and fire on the other. The ice was poking up in shards from the sea but the flames looked as if they were radiating out of his body. The line of poetry was done in caligrafy and it said, "She may lie, this is true, she may cry, but she loves you". I felt a presence behind me, I looked up to seem Miss's soft face looking proudly at the painting.

"This one is done by Rick Johnstone, took him nearly three weeks to do. I remember when he finished it he looked so proud he was almost glowing." She chuckled at the memory before carrying on walking. With one last glance at the painting I quickly followed.

After about fthree or four minuets of walking we stopped in front of a door with the number 162 on it. Miss gave me a key and allowed my to stand in front of her. She nodded with a small smile. I took a deep breath and looked at the door. I slowly inserted the key and turned it, I opened the door and what I saw made me gasp.

Each wall had a different mural, my favourite was the woodland one. It was done to perfection, you could tell it was done by hand each brush stroke seemed to calm me. I could imagine sitting on the cold damp earth the birds tweeting around me as the rain slowly showers down in a constant rhythem.

I must have zoned out because I turned around and only saw an empty room.

Guess I have a few hours until lessons. I only have a half day today seeing as its my first day. The school said that I din't have to go in today but may as well get to it. My suitcase was in the middle of my bed. It was packed full of my clothes, books, art stuff... Basically everything I owned was in that suitcase it was bigger than me which isn't that hard seeing as I'm small for my age.

Over an hour later everything was un-packed and ready to go. I've had a shower, done my hair and I am now dressed in my favourite black short shorts and green vest top. Simple but looks good I suppose. I grab my school bag that has all the essentials; the planner, pens, pencils etc but theres also my drawing stuff and my ipod just in case I end up alone at lunch which is always a possibility seeing as I'm sort of a mute at the moment... Been like that for a few weeks now.

I walk towards my door with my bag on my back and steel myself ready for the day ahead. Taking a deep breath, swallowing, I opened my door slammed it shut and locked it all within ten seconds. Looking down at my time table and my map I saw that my first lesson was in fact science, I love science so much but I've completed all the science for my year so no idea why I'm doing it here guess its just a free lesson for me. Shrugging I walked off.

Science was weird to say the least, two guys were watching me all the time and almost everyone else looked scared of me... Either that or proud, guess I will never know but its break time now seeing as science was a double. The teacher said that I don't need to do anything in these lessons because I've already done everything to an A* standard so I spent my time drawing but I kept getting sharp pains in the back of my head the spread towards my heart. At first it felt like burning fire but then my heart seemed to freeze to the point that it missed a few beats. I thought I was going to black out I felt so faint. The two guys were watching me carefully as if they knew what was happening. But the coulndn't. Could they??

Anyways as I said its break and the two guys walked over. One of them was quite tall, blonde... The typical jock. But the other was about the same height as me if not smaller with brown hair and brown eyes. They obviously loved to watch me at least it wasn't in a stalker-ish way. Just looked like they were guarding me? Its hard to explain, its kind of like an older brothers watchful glance if that makes sense.

The blonde one decided to join me where I was leaning against the school building soon followed by the other one who gave him a look and the shrugged. The blondie cleared his throat,

"I'm Miles... You're new right?" I just nodded, I'm selectively mute by the way, I ca  talk I just choose not to.  "I saw you drawing in Science, can't believe you've finished EVERYTHING" Miles shook his head while his friend chuckled and commented,

"You're lucky that you can just about write, I swear you don't try at anything other than PE" Miles grunted in reply, he did look like the sporty type that would main be playing rugby (kinda like american football if you're not from the UK) in the pouring rain. Just the thought made me chuckle.

The both looked at me surprised, I just ducked my head and luck at my feet.

"Anywayyss I'm Troy, you don't talk much do you?" I gave Troy a soft look while shaking my head.

"Don't worry about it quite a lot of people were like you when they first arrived at this school but once you make some friends it might get easier." For the first time in over a month I did something that I have been afraid of doing. Just in case I get hurt again.

"Like...Me?" My voice was croaky as if I hadn't drank anything for a few days... Or weeks. It actually hurt my throat. Miles and Troy looked at each other with approval in their eyes. It seemed as if they were talking with their eyes but what do I know.

"Yeah like you, afraid, have a past some people lost...." It just turned into a mumble as the pain in my head came back with a vengence. It was a constant puling that made me cry out. IIt quickly raced towards my heart. Felt like I was dying. I have been through pain both mental and physical but this, this was worse. The fire was burning me from the inside it was in my arms, my legs even my toes but my skin felt as cold as ice so much so that I swear I saw the slight shine of fresh ice on the surface of my skin. That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.