Little Miss Heart Stealer

9

A/N Here we are again. This chapter will attempt to give our main character some more personality besides a crazy bitch. Thanks for staying with me. Bye!!! Time to put on some German metalcore.

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I fucking love math. I know I sounded like I hated it earlier, but my brain does not like to work, especially with English. I was never good at English, and because of that my parents would always be pissed. Math was the one subject I was good at when I still went to school, and I would always be teased because of it. The funny thing is, the same people who would tease me would ask for help with their homework. I have never had a challenge in math, and the teachers would just give me some middle school work. I was in fourth grade. I never made friends, and most of my "friends" were either those who wanted to be my friends that I just rejected, or those who needed my help. I could never see the use of friends. They would just get in the way of you doing important things and leave when you didn't satisfy them. Humans are too easily insulted. The teacher gave us a paper soaked with what I could only assume was the pig's blood. I filled out the paper and fell asleep. (Much like what I do in Geometry and Science) My dream was pretty normal though, except for one difference. There were melted statues. Not mannequins or a weeping angel, but statues that had their stomachs opened. There were beating hearts inside all. No lungs, no intestines, just a heart. I was surprised by how revolted I was. What had changed? First I made a friend, now I am revolted by hearts. They were missing their arms, and in their place was shadows. The shadows were sharp like a child's drawing of a lightning bolt. On the "hand" it was straight claws. Claws for fingers, claws for the knuckles, and claws all up it's arm. The shadows looked like a black hole as it looked like it sucked in everything. They stepped down from their pedestals, moving towards me in an inhuman way. They looked like they were in torment. They circled me, and began to scream into my ear. I covered my ears, crouched down and began to cry. Surprisingly, I woke up like I just had a pleasant nap under the sun, but i could still feel the tears on my face. I looked over to Abigail as she looked to be doing her work with a little issue. 

"Want me to help?" I wrote on a piece of paper. She nodded, and I proceeded to help her with finding surface area and volume. Why? Why did I want to help this person? Could this be a friend? My head was spinning with questions and equations, giving me no room to breathe inside my mind. Thankfully, that was  the last class for the day, and we were let out for the day. 

The hallways were nowhere near as bright as they usually were. As I passed a hallway, I saw the claw from the corner of my eye, almost scraping me. I grabbed Abigail's hand and proceeded to walk faster to the cafeteria to get away from the monster. I usually don't get scared. Before I came here, I was a "demon"', now I am just a cowardly dog. I felt a tugging on my chain, but when I looked back, there was nothing. Only a fading glimpse of a statue's face. 

The cafeteria was filled with people, meaning that I would probably not see them at all. We did not talk much, at least not me. I am fucking mute, what'd you expect? Me to talk up a storm? Even if I could do that, I don't talk too much. I usually just stay away from others as much as possible. I do not like being by others, considering how they are. Abigail just asked me a few questions, like what I saw in the hallway.

I wrote," I saw the statue in my dreams. It grabbed my chain." I grabbed my chain to give her an idea of what I meant. Afterwards, she asked me no more questions, and I was thankful for that. I hate talking about my experiences. We just told jokes until it was time to go to bed. I was reluctant to go, but I had to. But before I went, she kissed me. We both blushed, then ran out of the room. 

I was getting used to the layout of the building, considering how easily I found my room. I really wish that I hadn't.