The Day You Ruined My Life

Back to Classes

Chapter 8

Back to classes

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I threw on my running pants and sneakers, put on my Ipod ear buds, grabbed the long leash I use when jogging with the dog and set off down the stairs, figuring it would be a good warm up. I needed some calming music after all that and put "Breathe" by Alexi Murdoch on, and started down the headlight filled road. "Don't forget to breath". The words pounded in my ears, being good advice for my current mood (after all that happened) and given that I was running.

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I ran like the devil himself was after me that night. My poor dog looked absolutely exhausted by the time we were rounding the corner back to my apartment. I think if we went any further, he may have given up all together and made me carry him. Luckily, it didn't come to that though.

I got home and went straight for the shower, cranking the heat down and pressure way up on the water. Logan on the other hand, fell flat on his stomach in my bed. Spoiled rotten puppy. I grabbed him a fresh bowl of water before going back to the bathroom and stripping off my sweaty clothes. The water felt so good, it almost made me forget about Dan, doing two hard drugs (never thought I'd hear myself say that) in one night, lying to my mother, what I was going to say to Raechel, and that my first class on Mondays was at 8 am. Almost...

I had a fitful rest that night, plagued with dreams of Dan, but not really Dan. Not my sweet Dan, this was someone else. A crazy, seemingly deranged Dan. Angry, and violent, attacking me, messed up out of his mind on who knows what. I woke up in a cold sweat, still enormously tired from the lack of rest. Staying up till 7 am the night before didn't really help me with the whole "normal schedule" thing either.

I got up, dragging like a zombie, and took a shower to get all the extra yucky stuff off me that comes with bad dreams and cold sweats.I finished getting ready fairly quick, as usual. I was usually a no muss, no fuss kind of girl. Baggy jeans and hoodies was pretty much my whole wardrobe repertoir. I wore the usual today too, except it was unseasonable nice out for 7:45 in the morning on a New England September. Instead of a hoodie, I just wore a fitted black tee, but put my favorite Korn hoodie in the car just incase.

Now, college freshman aren't supposed to have cars at school, but I didn't live in the dorms like most freshman, so I was one of the few exceptions.

I hopped in the car and got to the Starbucks right off of the school campus in record time, probably breaking more than a few traffic laws on the way. Luckily, most of the employees there knew me and knew that, as usual, I was running late for class. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, one of them started making my morning coffee. Trenta iced skinny caramel macchiato. I needed the caffeine to get through morning classes, as I have never been a morning person. I got quite a few glares and grumbles about "Why doesn't she have to stand in line for her damn coffee, we all have places to be?" to which I answered, as I payed for my drink, "I'd rather be going to work and getting paid like you do than going to an 8 a.m. psychology lecture, wanna trade places?" This usually got a laugh or two, and at the very least got people to stop complaining long enough for me to get back to my car and speed back off to school.

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I got to class right as the professor entered. He was a really nice older guy, probably in his mid 50's, with greying dark hair, and hipster glasses, which looked kind of awkward on him, given his age, but he was so dull. He could take the most interesting subject, which psychology definitly wasn't, and make you want to pull your hair out in boredom. So I took a seat towards the back of the lecture hall and started to pulled out my laptop, when I was informed that we were watching a few scenes from the Hannibal movies to discuss the difference between psychopaths and sociopaths. Not the worst class I've ever had with him.