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Chapter one:Numb

       My stomach is crawling up my throat, I stand in front of the trembling girl soaked in crimson horror. This is what i'm meant for. The girls body fell numb when "Oh really then why am i still here?" I bring my blood stained hands to my face still holding the knife i used to Disembowel my best friend. "Get out of my head. Get out of my HEAD!" I begin to slap my head vigorously "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" The still girls cold grey eyes stare up at me as giggles ring against the alley way. Breathing heavy sharp growling breathes i raise the knife above my head slowly, shaking rapidly, Then slamming down on the girls abdomen. "Hahahaha you're still not good enough," the voice pierces through my ears as the surrounding life fades away. I continuously stab the body over and over again. Until it was just that, a body, no longer the Cora i knew. I fall against the brick wall staring up at the star opening of the midnight sky. My rapid breathing had ceased and the ringing in my ears begins to fade. As a new numb pounding voice screams slightly over the high pitch tone. I slowly turn my head exhaustively out of it to see Max looking at me screaming at me. I can't quite make out what he's saying so i slowly come to my feet as the ringing stops completely "SHILOH! WE HAVE TO GO! COME ON!" He screamed as i look towards the other end of the alley way. A police car slings up practically, as Max pushes me up on to a dumpster. I climb the way slowly pulling myself over the edge as Max quickly follows me. "Shy! Come on," he screams pulling my arm as i finally stand again. I stare at him as he jumps across a thirty foot roof gap. He stares at me from the other side motioning for me to come, i stand dazedly staring at him. Knowing the outcome of this. I look up at the police helicopter as it shines a light directly on me, the streets below echo with police shouting orders at other officers. 

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     I stand in front of my locker tiredly as i twist the lock off, struggling to get it open. I finally sling it open almost hitting a prep bitch that walked by. "Hey, Watch it loser!" she growled as i looked at her through my middle finger. I stared into the to-neat-it's-almost- cluttered cubby when "Shiloh Kahna Anderson!" A high pitch girl shouts loudly. I could feel her anger as she swiftly walks over to me, making a 30 yard distance seem like 3 steps. "What's up?" I say turning around annoyed waiting for her rant. "Where were you this morning in AP Cal?" she snapped as she slammed the locker i had just so "successfully" opened. "Well, i got up this morning. Sat up in bed then rolled back over and said No very loudly. That's why. Any other Questions?" I said ripping the door open again to get out a note book literally just meant for me to doodle in why teachers do their lectures. "Shy you can't keep skipping school like that gosh you're such an under achiever. What would your mom say?" She said leaning on the locker beside mine. "Okay, One my mother doesn't give two shits about me. Two i have straight A's. Three Cora i just really don't want to deal with this bullshit. Literally it means nothing it's just remedial memorization skills." I say shutting my locker and walking past her. "See that, that's your problem. You're such a Debby Downer. Have fun failing." She said frustratingly walking in the other direction. "Whatever," I push out in a sigh as i fumble with my note books paper.  "You know you seem so nervous lately maybe you should take a breath," a boys voice rings through my head. "Maybe you should get lost," i reply lowly hitting my stomach heavily, almost making my self heave up last nights dinner. "Well gees that's not very polite is it," The guy laughs. The empty hallway is broken by the bell as i quickly make my way to my fourth period class. 

       Staring off into space has become my favorite past time, a little glare of forget in a boring ennui world. "Hmm, using big words again trying feel accomplished for once huh?" "Erg SHUT THE HELL UP!" I scream slinging up from my desk in the middle of class. "Excuse me Miss. Anderson i'm going to have to ask you to excuse yourself from my class, i will not have you disrupt it again!" The teacher said in such an acerbic way. I saluted her sarcastically and gathered my things as she shoved me out of her room and slammed the door behind me. "Welp that was short lived," i walked in the direction of my locker and rolled my eyes. Oh shut up for f*cks sake. *crisp knocking* "Yes, come in Shiloh. This is the fith time you've been in my office this week Andy you think you would learn by now," the head master says as he leans against his old fashion hard oak desk. "Well what can i say Mr. Willis I enjoy your company," i say standing in the. Farthest corner of the room closest to the door. "Your humor never ceases to amaze me, now about these out Burst in class...you need to start talking to the counselor as suggested before...or," he said looking down rubbing the back of his neck. Mr. Willis is what you'd classify as fine as f*ck. He's knew at the whole running a school thing, he's like 32 still just as inexperienced as the rest of us. His "authority figure" persona doesn't stop every female in the county from being obsessed with his looks. He's generally oblivious or pretends very well, in the sense he doesn't realize how he still has a job because the school board is ruled by a majority of women. I'll keep him thinking he's a good Principal for now. "Or what?" I say stepping a little closer to him. You're going to get kicked out of school. You're going to get kicked out of school. I growl under my breath attempting to avoid my own mind. "Shiloh...you have one last chance..or I will have to take affirmative action," he says leaning off his dead folding his arms tighter against his chest. He slowly walks towards me "Now i don't want a to kick a pretty, young, smart girl like your self out of my school over simple reasons like this, however i have an image to uphold." He pushes my blonde hair out of my face and behind my ear lingering for a moment staring at me. "I'm sure something can be worked out though...like I said. You are a very beautiful girl," he leaned toward me as the brush of axe mixed with old spice hits me. Filling me in more ways than one i old my breath as if to not say anything to provoke the hormones inside me. He pulled the door open and saw me out of his office. As I walk down the hall way to the bath room i run in. Slamming the stall door behind me I sit on thd cold toilet lid gasping for air finally breathing. What the hell was that all about. Haha looks like someone wants some fuck. Why would you think that? Because I'm a man and i know how men think.