devil's angels ✩ (IN CONSTRUCTION)

Eleanor.

E L E A N O R

I took a deep breath in; relishing in the silence of the corridors. A dark, narrow pathway lay ahead of me--leading to the roof.

I walked along, the liquid in the glass bottle in my hand sloshing around with every cautious step.

As I neared the end of the corridor, a soft breeze gushed down towards me. I shivered—perhaps a t-shirt and shorts wasn't the best idea in December.

I walked for a few more minutes, trying to walk quickly as it was small and square and spiders spun their webs around my head. My boots—laces undone, obviously—created dull thuds against the concrete floor. I turned another corner and slowly took in the aged, wooden stairs that greeted me.

Well, shit.

I walked up the creaking stairs, each step causing me to wince in case I got caught. My hair kept flopping in front of my face but I couldn't really do anything about it, my hands being full with a bottle and a joint.

After what felt like hours of near-death and curses, I pushed the rusted, metal door open and stepped into the cool, night air. I took another deep breath in and sat down with my legs hanging over the edge. I'm pretty sure the roof was brown at some point; I guess Mother Nature claimed it first.

I put the joint in my mouth and lit it, inhaling the thick drug then exhaling, watching the smoke dematerialize into the ink like sky. I looked up and sighed.

"Well, Eleanor, here you are again. Destroying yourself because you're 'bored.'" I scoffed at myself. "You're fucking stupid, not gonna lie. Grow up."

"I don't think you're stupid." I jumped and almost dropped my bottle off the side of the roof. I looked round in fear to see... Todd. Obviously.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me. I almost dropped my precious!" I joked, patting the place next to me, "Sit."

He sat next to me and twisted the lid off the bottle. Taking a swig, his face showed his repulse to the bitter taste.

"Shit, that is strong--" He choked a bit--"You didn't.." I smiled at him in my usual way.

"Of course I did, dumbass."

"Vodka in gin is disgusting!" I giggled.

"Whatever. It's strong, who cares," I shifted, "I sure as hell don't." He sighed.

I took the bottle and drank a bit, swallowing down the acid-like substance, as always. It didn't faze me in the slightest, and to be honest, that's what scared me the most. That at sixteen I'm used to the burning sensation of alcohol, find it satisfying even.

"I'm having a sense of adomania." I said out loud. Todd gave me a look of 'Am I gonna have to ask or are you gonna fucking tell me'.

"Oh damn, it appears I haven't brought my dictionary with me. Explain?" I rolled my eyes at his dumb sarcasm.

I shoved his shoulder, "It's the sense that the future is coming too quickly."

"Huh," He looked at me again, "Really? I don't have that 'sense,'" He made quotation marks with his fingers. I chuckled then shifted my gaze to the ebony, night sky and sighed.

Sitting here with Todd made me realise something--I'm fucking scared. Of everything. And it's not great, me being the confident one and all. But I knew then that it was gonna be okay—I just needed to keep my head up.

A small smile spread across my lips, a tiny tear welling up and threatening to spill.

Everything I needed was here.

I was just waiting for something to ruin it all.

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"Alright, let's try this one more time." I inhaled, positioning my stance defensively so I was able to deflect the attack. The teacher ran at me, knife shown, screaming his war cry. I dodged the attack, flying to the side like a bullet and grabbing his hand. I flipped his arm over, causing him to roll over in mid-air and land on his back. I jumped on him and kicked the knife out of his hand, hearing it clatter across the laminate floor.

I twisted around his arm so that he was completely disarmed, and pulled. He groaned loudly and I let him go, standing up and turning around, starting to return to my seat.

"We're not done yet." I turned back to see him crouching down and swing his leg under mine, causing me to trip and fall backwards. I exclaimed as I fell, grunting as my back hit the ground. The teacher stood up and looked down at me, glowering at me.

"Never take your eyes off your target." He hissed. I scowled as I stood up, rejecting his helping hand as I strolled back to my seat.

"Good luck not dying out there if you can't even fight an untrained teacher." I turned around to look my classmate, Josh, in the face.

"Shut up, shitdick." He sniggered and so did a couple people around him. I flipped him off and turned back around to observe the hall once more.

Just as the teacher was about to call up the next student, the assistant from reception strolled into the class. Behind her trailed a tall boy with navy blue shaggy hair. He had a white button-up shirt with black ripped jeans and black converse high tops and a black, worn leather jacket. No emotion present on his face except a slight scowl.

"Sorry to interrupt Sir, but we have a new student, just arrived. Can he join your class?" Her tone made me sick. It was always dipped in sugar—further proof that her pussy probably looked like a flat tyre.

"Of course, come in, come in," The boy walked past the teacher and sat down a couple seats over from me, "Would you like to tell everyone your name?" He glowered at the teacher.

"Luther Sherlock. Not like it's any of your business." His Australian accent seeped through every poisonous word.

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