Shattered *ON HOLD*

Hazel-Grey

Stephanie's POV

The corridor was empty, I could only hear the beating of my own heart. It was pounding in my chest. I rolled down my handcuff and began walking up the stairs. I felt wobbly so I sat down and breathed deeply. I didn't feel like crying, but I hid my face in my knees. I let my heart rate slow down to normal. When I finally lifted myself off the stairs I held the rail tighly. I thought about going to the bathroom, since I probably looked like a mess. I was traumatized and jittery. The ladies bathroom was just aorund the corner. I swiflty walked there and closed the door. I stood there for a moment that felt like hours, finally I faced my reflection in the mirror. My pupils were much wider than usually. Some of my make-up was messed up, I took a blush brush and tried tydying it up, but my hands were shaky so I refrianed from doing it. I glanced down at my glass watch. Two more classes until lunch. No point getting back to the classroom in this state. Instead I went straight to the reception and said that I wasn't feeling well and I had to get back home. The lady seemed worried, but I told her I was fine and that it happens all the time. But it didn't, not everyday you get kidnapped into the groundfloor stoarage room by a gang, told you were a donor and marked by someone with a steel wand. Anyways, I exit the building not thinking about where I was going. Somwhere far away... Somwhere where I can think it through and make my options clear.

Evening the same day...

I sat on my bed, trying to concentrate on my studies. I had 3 essays to write on the transplantology of a liver using a laparoscope. I have read many articles but I still couldn't find the words flowing from my pen. I was just sitting there hopless, thinking about the big "F" I was going to get next week. My phone buzzed suddenly. 

Hey, I didn't see you at the buffet today. Where were you? {worried} -Mel

I couldn't tell Mel about wha happened today, although she was my best friend I was afraid of letting her know. I was afraid of knowing myslef. I ignored the text, but the thought of the gloomy storage room and the steel wand on my wrist felt terryfing. As if it happened to someone else, felt weird. Finally I just lay there on my bed. In my clothes and everything. I felt the soft quilt underneath my hands, trying to get myself to relax and forget about it all. Then I heard the door creak. I got up to see who it was. 

-Hey, sorry I knocked but you didn't answer so I walked in to see if you're okay. Martin's voice filled the room. His eyebrows were close together, and there was a crease on his forehead, which usually ment he was worried. Very worried.

-It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm fine I guess... Just thinking. I answered hoping it would distract him. My voice seemed to break a little.

-Steph, I know you too well. What's wrong? And what were you thinking about that long?  He came closer, maybe to put pressure on me to tell him. I kept silent. He grew impatient, but remained calm.

-I don't want to force you to tell me. But if you need me I'm always there sis. 

#2 weeks later#

I stood in the queue in the buffet. My mind was far away and absent. The people in the queue seemed to take forever so I gave up on getting the meal instead I settled on getting some water. I have moved to the left, where the drinks were sold and grabbed a bottle. Turning around I bumped into some guy.

-Watch where you're going b****! He blurted out.

-Well, I wouldn't have bumped to you if you weren't standing right bechind me, idiot! I spat out.

I turned around to walk away, but he forced me to look at him. He was quite tall. I looked into his eyes; they were catchy. Hazel-grey. They were hazel-grey. Perfect, mysterious, and glossy. Hazel middle and grey/charcoal outside edge. I stood there glaring at him, and then I thought about how akward and weird it might be so I just continued with my plan of walking out, into the changing room. That was the only place that gave me silence and comfort.