Unpredictable - Unbelievable

eighteen.

The doctors finally released me a week later.

I'm positive that I was cleared to leave earlier, but my over-protective mother ensured that I stayed until my head felt better. When we arrived home and she treated me like nothing happened, I was quite surprised. I thought she would check on me every night to ensure I was alive, but she didn't. Or if she did, she was very secretive about it.

So now here I was, walking through the school hall, feeling eyes burning holes into my back. I swear I could hear whispering and laughs throughout the crowded hallway. I shoved my hands in the pockets of Xavier's leather jacket that I still had, and ducked my head down, wishing I could be invisible. 

I suppose those were the repercussions of trying to hurt yourself.  

"Hey! September!" I heard coming from beside me as I tried to quickly get my books out of my locker. I sighed and tensed up, worried about what was about to happen to me. I looked behind my open locker door, and felt a rush of relief as I realized who was actually talking to me.

"Hey Nik"

"How are you feeling September? I heard about what happened?" she asked with a sincere look of worry on her face.

"So everyone really knows, eh" I sarcastically replied, shutting my locker door loudly. "And I'm fine. If Derek would only leave me alone, this shit wouldn't happen." I could practically hear her flinching at my words.

"A lot of people know. And a lot of people think that you wanted to have sex with Derek at the dance. Some even say you were the one that initiated it."

I could feel anxiety rush through my body. Everyone at school still thought I was a slut, even more than they had before. "Well, maybe people shouldn't listen to everything they here," I said coldly. I started to make my way towards class, ignoring the fact that Nikki was trying to talk to me.

"Look September, I don't think that you are a slut. And I certainly do not believe what they say about you," she said sincerely, following closely behind me. "But what I'm wondering, is what did he do to you?"

Without a second thought on what I was saying or doing, I turned around and looked her straight in the eye. And I lied.

"He did nothing."