Everlasting #Wattys2018

The stairs...

She's not serious.

She can't be serious....

Why?!

It was laying tied up at the top of a long staircase that curves in the near end. It was leading straight into the main hall where everyone was enjoying the party. Nobody even looked up as she smirked at me.

"C'mon, it's easy to say,"

"No," I said, clenching my jaw. I might've cracked earlier, but now....

"One-" she counted.

I bit my lip.

"Two-" she paused, waiting. "Three,"

I closed my eyes as she pushed me down, everyone immediately looked up but I couldn't see past that. It hurt... will it ever stop? I'm going to throw up! My
Back.... I wonder how ice cream guy is doing....

I couldn't even cry, my heart was hammering against my chest and I wanted to yell out. But I couldn't even open my mouth without risking anything. This is so unfair. I'm going to die... but that doesn't seem so bad...

I hit the hand rail and gave a small cry in pain. The ropes still cutting into my wrists. My body hurt all over and I had a nose bleed. It felt like all my body was bruised. I felt nauseous from all the rolling and both my elbows where scraped. My knees made it with large cuts form the sharp edges. I let the tears fall freely as the girl walked down the stairs and pretended to be worried. She wasn't fooling anybody, her face was twitching as she attempted to hide a large grin.

I was crying and crying, wishing I could be transported back... I'd swim in the healthy food pool with all my friends and we'd chat and chat and everything will be alright. I'll live happily ever after... it sounds so nice. I want it... but it's impossible.

I hate impossible.

"I told you I was being serious,"

"Leave me alone!" I coughed, followed by a coughing fit. I wasn't sure if the blood streaming down my nose will ever stop but I couldn't even move, my wrists were still tied up.

"Now tell me your position and I won't push you off the remaining stairs,"

No.

No...

Please no....

Please...

I stayed silent, coughing. My whole body hurt... make it stop! I'll do anything... will chopping off my arms make them hurt more or less?

"What did I say?"

"I... I..."

I don't want to say it... but I'm scared.

Wait... what does she want me to say?

"W-what am I supposed to say?" I stammered.

"That's your beneath us idiot,"

"What if I don't want to?"

"You'll get pushed of the remaining stairs and then it's Lorraine's turn to make the whole school hate you,"

"I'm-beneath-you," I said in one breath, cringing.

She kicked me off the stairs anyway.

But I didn't feel anything... just warm arms and a familiar scent. I was in between unconsciousness. But I could still hear his dim voice and he put me down, ripping the rope apart with his bare fingers.

"Close your eyes," Jaime whispered, even if my eyes where only about half-open.

"Why?" I asked.