no name girlxgirl (COMPLETED)

The Anti Bullying Policy

"Calm down Ivy, breathe," Violet instructed me.

        I'm having a panic attack. Oxygen leaves my lung as carbon dioxide exits and none returned. As always, my tongue betrays me so I couldn't really explain to her why I'm currently hyperventilating. All she knows is that I stumble into our room, almost falling on my knees but luckily she was there to catch me. Now, with my back against the door, my body slides down because my legs aren't strong enough for me to stand up. Violet panics as well. She's not helping!

"Oh my god! What can I do to help? Do you want me to call the nurse? Do you want some water? What kind of fucking medicine works at this time?! Shit!" she cursed.

        I shake my head to all of her questions, hoping she would understand my non verbal gestures. The last thing I need is more attention. When I saw them got off the bus, I shove the registration form to Oliver's arms without explaining and I ran. I ran to my room. It's the safest place I could think of. I wanted to go to the meadow but it's too risky. People would see me especially in this broad daylight. I'm glad my brain could still think at time like this. Breathe Ivy, breathe! Fucking breathe! 

"Here you go," Violet pushed a glass of water into my hand.

        And I drink it. I drink it till the last drop and I ask for more.  I could feel my heart beat slowing down so I need more of this. She gives me another round. Unfortunately, there's a limit to what water can do to me.

"Paper bag," I whimpered in between breaths.

Violet runs to her desk and tries her best to find it. In the state she's in, it's not helping. It's only delaying us. 

"Violet... Calm...Down" I managed to get it out.

        Looking at me, she takes a deep breath before resuming to finding it. And she does. Finally! When she hands it to me, I quickly breathe into it. The paper bag expands and contracts, like my lungs. After two minutes, my breathing finally slows down. 

"She's here. She's here," I told Violet.

"She who?" Violet didn't understand.

"T...Ta.... Tara!" I stuttered.

        Her eyes grow wide. 

"What is that bitch doing here?!" she sounded angry.

"Volleyball. Cheerleaders..."

"You saw her?"

        I nod. Violet falls down to the floor as well.

"That's pretty fucked up."

"Ya think?"

        After a while of processing, Violet finally wants to speak up.

"Did she see you?"

"I ran before she stepped off the bus."

        She pulls out her phone and texts someone so forcefully. That brand new touch-screen phone would be ruined in no time. She gets an instant reply. 

"Who you telling?" I knew what she was up to.

"You need backup. You need protection. So I called in a little help."

        10 minutes pass by and I'm still breathing using the help of the brown paper bag. It smells like yesterday's take out but I don't care. My breathing is much more important than some foul smell. Then, I hear some light footsteps approaching our door. I scoot over to my bed and lean my back against it. Violet let the person in and she closes the door after her. Standing before us is Jenna.