Previously: I went to the nearest park, relaxing myself after all those things i've did. Just by looking around i found the perfect tree. After 4 hours of sketching, i look at my artwork. Slowly admiring my perfect work, until i hear that familar voice..... "Nice sketch". God, save me.
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Chapter 2
It's the boy that I'm afraid of the most, "what are you doing here?" I said, taking a few step back. "Aw, here here here. Nadelle is a scary cat!" My heart was pounding profusely. He step forward and snatch the drawing block out of my hand and raise it up high to examine it. He strain his eyes and shook his head.
"My cat can draw better than you, Idiot." He laughed. Fight back. Nadelle Mary Jakens, you're not this timid! My conscience screamed at me.
"Hey! But you said that I did sketch this nicely! What is wrong with you? Idiot who? Me? Harry, mind your words. LOOK WHO IS THE IDIOT NOW!" I shouted at him. He ran his finger down my face and lifted my face. Just as my head lifted ajar, I caught the image on a big hand coming towards me. Then a big slap to my face came down hard, I fell to the side, my balance off.
The left side of my face stinging but yet not as harsh as the sound made as the hand connected with my cheek.
His husky voice stumbling with a raspy tone, interjecting with pure enjoyment, "See you tomorrow in school." He squat down, pulling me up. Just then, I felt a balled fist make contact with my muscle, watching it smash my entrails together like a rogue freight train. I felt blood vessels burst and my diaphragm collapse under the force the fist packed behind it. Oddly enough, the fist continued to thrust upward until my liver and stomach stopped the other guy's knuckles from clashing into my spine. My breath instantly left me for dead as I doubled over. My knees buckled from the force of the blow, and as I went down, I swear I heard a cracking noise ricochet between my ribs. Fire ran through every fiber of my abdomen, and I tasted bile, adrenaline and a hint of blood.
He laughed and walked away.
As my crumpled body hit the ground, I gasped for air, but oxygen eluded my grasp. My head was swimming as my organs regained their original volume: going from a pancake like mass to their original life-saving state. I somehow managed to roll over and vomit. I silently thanked a higher being that my stomach hadn't come up with the yellow, sticky substance and my starbucks. Helpless as a newborn, injured and out of energy, I swear I saw the life pour out of me on the sidewalk coagulating in the gutter and a puddle next to me. I couldn't breathe let alone protect my body from any more damage this guy was willing to deal out. I curled up into a ball clutching my stomach dealing with the amount of pain that hit me. I wipe away the tears that's rolling down my cheek. What did I do to deserve these?
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
I open my eyes, and everything looks so blurry. I realise that im on a bed, with white covers and as I turn to the side with all my might, I saw a woman standing in front of the light blue curtains. "He-" I managed to whisper. She didn't seem to hear me. After a few minutes, she turn around "Holy fud- NADELLE." She shouted eyes wide. I took a few moments to register her face. "Gwen.. Water.." She panicked and fumbles for the glass cup and ran outside for water. After 10 seconds, she burst through the door with a glass of water. I chuckled at her actions, "What?" she rise her eyebrows. I shook my head and took a sip of the water. Ah, pure satisfaction. "Miss Nadelle Jakens, ah you're awake!" The nurse smiled. "No I'm not." I muttered under my breath. "Um excuse me?" She tilted her head to the side. "I'm not awake though." I look at her name tag before continuing. "Miss Christine." I smiled. Miss Christine then told Gwen that i'm discharged from the hospital and she left, STORMING OUT. "Oh goodness Nadelle. You're so brilliant in sarcasm! But the whole conversation is confusing and i have no idea what the hell you guys are talking about!" She laughed. I shrug, she nodded and went to proceed the paperwork.
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