Don't Worry, My Love

ii|DEAD END

RUNNING THROUGH THE DARK, sketchy hallways of St. Rosalyn's Academy, (Y/N) could feel the air leaving her lungs. She'd been running throughout the entire academy's property; fast on her feet, like a rabbit. With the only sound of stomping feet on the tiled floors, the hallways were utterly silent, not a single human in there--other than the (h/c) haired girl and two upperclassmen.

Stupid seniors, the petite girl sneered in her head. Always chasing after me, like rabid dogs. And that's exactly what they were called in Rosalyn's Academy, rabid dogs. Because all they did was chase and make a fight after anyone who dares to look their way. If not for the punishment, (Y/n) would have already shoved a damn pencil through their eyesocket.

But, of course, she would get expelled. She didn't want that, of course not when she was almost done with school. All she needed to do was get by as smoothy as possible and as fast as possible.

Taking a sharp turn, (Y/n) realized how bad of a decision that was. It was the end of a hallway. Her eyes widened and her heart stopped for a few three seconds. "Oh God," she whispered, looking around frantically in the creepily dark room. The pounding of two sets of feet got closer and closer until the sounded as if they were right behind her.

Running into the abyss of darkness, the small girl noticed something. It wasn't the empty hallways she thought it was, it was just so poorly lit that she stupidly failed to notice the classroom doors on either side of the wall.

"Oh, dear (Y/n)!" She heard the male one shout in malice. Shivers ran down her spine and she hastily opened the door. Making sure to shut it as quietly as possible, she locked the door and barricaded herself in the...rather scary room.

(Y/n) turned her back to the door and listened. Calming her breathing and heart rate (well, as good as she could get it), she tried to listen and see just how close they had gotten. Oh, they were close all right. Right inside the dark hallway (Y/n) had entered.

Good thing I locked the door, she thought in relief. (Y/n) slid down the door and sighed.

"Hey! Where'd that little bitch go now?" The other upperclassman shouted, a female this time. The (h/c) colored girl assumed it to be the girlfriend to the other guy, but she could never be too sure.

"Shh, babe calm down, damn. You get so worked up."

"I get worked up? You're the one that wanted to show her where she stood. What were you gonna do, calmly tell her to back down?" The women tched, annoyed.

They were right outside the room (Y/n) was currently in, increasing the panic inside the paling girl's body. With a regretful look plastered on her face, her face scrunched up in an irregular way--in a way that demonstrated the pure amount of terror she's bearing. Placing a hand over her chest and back away from the door, (Y/n) attempted to even her breathing.

"Hey," the angry girl called out. (Y/n) could hear the door handle rattle. "There's a door here! And it's locked!" Then, like in a horror movie, the other elder female laughed cynically. "Oh, she's in there...I can hear her breathing." They both banged on the door, banging it on its hinges.

(Y/n) flinched and covered her ear as if she couldn't hear them. The banging increased and increased until the (h/c)ette heard a crack in the door.

She felt her heart stop.

"Oh God," she mumbled--not even trying to be silent anymore. "I'm dead. I'm so, so, so dead." (Y/n) gripped her hair, pulling some strands out in the process. All of this because of her stupid unnecessary popularity.

Known for her disobedient and blunt behavior, (Y/n) was deemed the bad rabbit of the school. Mouthing off people and telling her opinions here and there, it was surprising the girl didn't come home everyday black and blue.

"(Y/n), sweetie, open the door up. We just wanna--"

"YOU STUPID BITCH, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" The male upperclassman was cut off by his psychotic girlfriend's screeching. This startled (Y/n), causing her to fall on her butt. Any hope of them not finding her was gone now, hope being replaced with hopelessness.

I gotta hide, she thought, scrambling onto her feet, eyes searching the room. She found a tall cabinet and made her way to the thing, but only to be refused entrance. Fuck, it's locked.

She couldn't believe her eyes. There was nowhere else to hide, and being underneath the desk of the classroom would be useless--they would spot her instantly. Finally deciding to hide in the spot where she would be behind the door when it opened, she was quick on her feet to get there.

And she would have gotten there, too.

If it weren't for the hand the grabbed her shoulders.