Take My Hand

One

"Mom! No!" I cried out. But she didn't hear me. Her long brown hair blew in the wind. Her brown eyes staring straight ahead, tears falling down her rosy cheeks. Extending her arm to her temple, holding a silver revolver. I try to shout once again, but this time, nothing came out.

Tears blurring my vision as I watch this unfold in front of me. I watch as her finger tightens around the trigger.

"NO!" I shout.

I Jult up, sweat covering my body. I glance around, trying to remember where I am. My eyes adjust to the dark room. I now realize that I'm in my dorm room.

The only light in room is my clock. It's currently 2:44 am. I glance over at the bed across from mine, empty. Nicole must still be out. Not surprising.

I flip the blankets off me and switch on the lamp. Glancing down at my wrist. Now is the perfect time, with nobody around to see.

Reaching underneath my bed and pulling out a small box. Opening the box, retrieving a small razor. I set the box aside and glance back down, blinking away the tears.

I don't feel pain anymore, I'm numb now. When it first happend, it hurt, but it gave me some sort of relief.

I wasn't always like this, I remember being happy at one point. It slipped away all too fast. I lay awake until 3:20 am, finally going back to sleep.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Opening my eyes, I look over at the clock, 7:30 am. Class starts at 9, giving me an hour an a half to get ready. I switch off the alarm and hop out of bed. Memories of last night flood through my mind, sighing, I pick out a dark purple long sleeve shirt, and a pair of jeans.

Once I'm dressed I sit down at my desk and pull out my make up. Spreading a somewhat thick line of eyeliner on and applying some mascara. Looking myself over, I apply a tad of lipgloss and let my hair fall in loose waves.

Taking one last look in the mirror I grab my books and walk out the door.

I make it to Econ with 10 minutes to spare. I take my usual seat in the back and set my books down. I take out my phone and text Nate. Nate an I have been "dating" for 8 months now. He graduated collage a year ago, he now works in the medical field.

I send a quick "I miss you! x" and put my phone away. The room begins to fill up and class begins.

I'm in the middle of take notes when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn and lock eyes with vivid emerald ones. "What?" I ask.

He points down towards a pencil and looks at me. "Grab that for me." He says rudely. I glance back at him. "Excuse me?" I say in shock. Who does he think he is?!

"Grab. My. Pencil." He says slower this time as if I didn't hear him the first time. Each word rolling off his tongue, in a thick, British accent.

I pick up the pencil and toss it at him. I give him a deathly glare and turn my attention back to the teacher.

Class ends shortly after that rude encounter. I grab my books and make my way out of the class room. A tall figure catches my eye and I turn to see him. The guy who was rude to me. He's staring at me and begins to walk towards me.

I scuff and hurry out of the class room. I take a couple steps down the hall and lean against the wall, taking out my phone. It reads 10:05 am, with 2 messages from Nate. I smile as I slide my thumb across the screen, gaining access to my phone.

Nate:

Hey Sam! I miss you too.

Call me?

I smile and shoot him a quick text saying that I'll call him when I get back to my dorm room.

I wouldn't really call Nate my "boyfriend". He was there when I needed him, and we sorta been seeing each other. He doesn't make me happy, I keep him around because I'm afraid to be alone.

I open the door to my dorm and I stop in my tracks. Nicole is topless with some guy on top of her. I cough lightly, making my presence known.

Nicole laughs and covers them with a blanket and continues doing whatever the hell they were doing.

I set my stuff down and grab my purse. Leaving the room and taking out my phone.

I quickly dial Nate's number and make my way to the park not far from campus. He picks up after three rings.

"Hey Sam." I hear his smile form in his voice.

"Hi Nate." I say blandly.

"What's wrong?" He asks. I can tell he senses something in my tone.

I sigh and sit down on a bench. "Just the nerve some people have." I huff.

"Why? What happend?" He asks.

I tell him about the rude guy in class and walking in on Nicole and how she kept doing what she was doing. We talk a little more and the call ends.

I set my phone on my lap and lean back into the bench, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples. Breathing in the fresh air.

"You've got to be kidding me." A familiar British voice chimes in, pulling me out of thought.

Author's Note

Hi! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to hear some feed back. Honestly, I've never written something like this before, and I'm not quite sure if it's good or not. So I apologize in advance, because I'm know I'm not as talented as some people on here.

Let me know your thoughts by commenting and also vote!(:

School starts Wednesday for me, so I'll most likely be posting Friday night, if not, then for sure Saturday.

Anyways, I know these can be annoying! So I'll stop talking now! Haha Thank you for reading!(: