Point of view

CHAPTER 9

Sky POV

I sat on the floor in the hallways all day until it was time for lunch. I missed 3 classes, none of them were even that interesting, but that wasn't entirely the main reason.

I just couldn't will my body to move. It was like my brain has gave up on giving me advice on what I should do. Its been telling things for years now and I just never seemed to listen so I guess its like "fuck it...do what you want now."

People walking to and from classes were all looking at me.

Some with hateful glances, others with fear and some with pity. The third most thing I hate in this world. People look at you like they are sorry for what happened to.

Why the fuck are you sorry?

You didn't do anything so what's there to sorry for.

I saw Jessica and her plastic crew walking past me with a victorious smile on her face and I just wanted to beat the shit out of her. She has ruined everything that I worked hard to build.

Not only did she twist the entire story around, but she had the nerve to was all might. She makes it appear as if I wanted all this shit to happen to me.

All the questions, the sleepless nights, all the pity, the pain, the depression, the thoughts, the fucking memories and worst of all, the weakness that seems to be threatening to take over again.

I will not let that happen.

I willed myself...no...I DEMANDED myself to get off the floor and there was only one thing on my mind.

Ashley and Becky saw me and ran to ask if I was ok but I just walked past them. They looked at me confused at first but then they realized what I was about to do and ran after me. I could hear them calling after me but my mind went blank. Nothing could stop me now.

I walked up behind Jessica and tapped her shoulder. She turned around with a disgusted look on her face and before she could say anything, my fist connect to her face.

Gasps could be heard all around us and couple screams (they belong to the plastic crew).

I jumped on top of her and started to punch and slap all while tears were streaming down my face.

"You think I wanted this to happen to me?" I screamed.

"You think I wanted to end up like this, to be raped by the guy you THINK loved you, to be asked with all these questions by the cops, to have people looking at me with pity, with hatred, like they feel you were lying about everything just for attention, people be afraid of you because you had to put up a wall just so you couldn't be hurt all over again, having a conflict with your mind each and every FUCKING day about whether you should just kill yourself or not because the memories of everything plague your mind like a disease with no cure. Your wrong. I didn't ask for none of this. I didn't." I was still slapping Jessica when I felt a huge pair of hands grab me from behind while I was kicking and screaming to let go.

We heard the principal and some security guards running down the halls and all hell broke loose as students rushed from the scene.

"Let me go. Don't fucking touch me." I was carried bridal style to the girl's bathroom and placed on the sink.

I looked up to see the last person I would imagine would save me.

Ashton.

But why was he here.

We just stared at each other for what seemed like centuries until Ashley and Becky both rushed in crying their asses off.

"What the fuck were you thinking."