Anti-Academy

Fire Eyes

Sang POV

I finally found a secret spot one that very few had access. I guess I can be thankful for my 'father' for that. I've heard a lot about him since my arrival here.

He was supposed to come visit after receiving word that I was found and was making arrangements for his arrival when I was introduced to Roman.

After our meeting...Roman thought is was best to allow me to acclimate to the changes and to the shock before introducing me to him.

I am so glad he did that.

I have so far managed to avoid this inevitable meeting for the last four days.

I know that eventually I will have to meet him and hear his side of the story. But honestly ... I can barely focus on what's in front of me. I mean sometimes I feel like this is a dream and that I'm about to wake up. Until I realize I am wide awake in this nightmare.

I'm a zombie. 

I think to myself and giggle at the thought of walking around moaning and dragging my leg. It might be a tad bit dramatic but maybe worse case scenario I can use it to my favor and scare people off. So no I'm not trying to welcome any more new events or people into my life. My sole focus right now is on survival. I want to be able to come out of this still intact.

Deep down I know I am terrified that what he has to say will shatter me more than I already am.

I don't know if I want to know about his short time of happiness with my real mom. I don't know if I can stand hearing how amazing she was. I don't know if I could bare hearing about the wonderful plans that they had made before I was born. 

Who wants to hear about all the things that should've happened?

What would it change?

How could knowing how phenomenally screwed up your life has become because of one PSYCHOTIC persons destructive actions solve anything?

So yeah when you get to escape that train wreck of thoughts...YOU DO.

That's why I thought I was hidden and safe. I finally found a private spot where I could surround myself with beauty and peace instead of chaos. There was not a single flaw to this garden paradise. My room has a balcony that has a small staircase almost obscured by the delicate vines that have grown around and through the steps. I found it by complete accident.

Actually I'm not really sure that anyone would be happy that I've found this place. It only gives me more time to myself and a secret way to escape whenever I desire. But how freaking amazing to find a passage to paradise that everyone else forgot?

Staring at the small pond of water for the last hour and a half has began to relax the tension in my shoulders and neck. The anger and pressure dissipates as if the wind is blowing it away. 

Slowly, I have begun letting go of my feelings and have learned to just exist again.

Here, I am not some broken and shattered lost heiress.

I don't have to worry about surviving in this garden because I am becoming one with my surroundings.

I am not alone with the moon shining down upon me surrounded by such delicate life.

I am just someone looking at and feeling the power and beauty of nature.

Closing my eyes I take in several deep breathes before releasing all the negative and hateful things that have made up the foundation of my life for the past 16 years.

SnapCracklePop

The snapping of a twig takes me completely by surprise as I realize I am no longer alone.

It takes milli-seconds for my tentative peace to explode...just like my heart as it begins trying to escape my chest. I stand abruptly and turn around unconsciously tensing for the expected blow of a fist or hand.

Only my feet decide to make a run for it as my body twists to turn and see the intruder and I plummet and fumble for my balance.

Everything slows.

I meet the strangers eyes and watch as they slowly widen in shock before tensing in fear and regret. I watch as he moves towards me and as much as my body wants to flinch away from this strangers touch...bracing for impact is much more important.

Except its top late as my eyes move to the ground below me. I see too late that my body has betrayed me. The ornate concrete bench that I was once sitting on and finding my inner peace has become my enemy. I turn my face just in time for the impact. Hoping to spare my face the injury.

The turn of my head prevents the scraping of my face but does nothing for the jarring slam against the side of my head. I feel the piercing pain as the concrete corner breaks my skin and jabs my head, just before my skulls decides to bounce off with a soft crack in the quiet of the garden.

I hit the ground with a thud and everything comes to a sudden halt as my mind spins and dances on the once friendly breeze. My ears are ringing despite not having been exposed to a loud noise. My eyes cross as they stare up at the blurry starry sky. I feel the blood on my hand.

Wait... when did I move my hand?

Looking at my hand that is now in front of my face...I puzzle over my loss of senses. How much blood does your head hold? Can it cover a whole hand that fast? Why am I cold? I shouldn't be wearing a summer dress in winter!  Wait... it's not winter is it?

My eyes begin to close on their own. Exhaustion threatening to take over my body as it begins to shut down. My stomach rolls as I'm jarred. Vaguely I sense someone talking to me and trying to wake me.

It doesn't seem that important though. Maybe I can ignore it.

After several more second of someone tapping my face and calling my name. I feel my consciousness rise to the surface of the black pool that's drug me under. Hoping to dissuade who ever from continuing I moan loudly. But only manage to mew like a kitten and send sharp pains up my neck into my head.

I open my eyes slowly to meet the brightest set of eyes.

They glow at me like a fire.

They warm me and set me at peace even though I am surrounded by strangers.

This handsome boy has brought me warmth and peace when I couldn't find it on my own.