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"The only difference, between a rut, and a grave, is their dimensions."

-Ellen Glasgow

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"Do you always drive like a manic?" I screamed at him, as he sped down the road, carelessly.

He ignored my ignored my question, as we pulled into the school's parkingv lot.

I just closed my eyes, and he seemed to find it funny to brake-check the truck. I jerked forward, hitting my already bloody arm, on the door.

"God!" I mumbled, glaring at him.

"Calm down. We're here." he mumbled, slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses, hiding his eyes.

A second before I could manage my way out of the truck, I thought I saw him let recognition show, in his popping blue eyes.

Instantly, it disappeared, and Adam got out of the truck.

I got out of the truck, and followed a few feet behind him, into the high school.

As soon as I walked into the hallways, I wanted to be invisible.

People stared me, my bruised and cut face, and arms. They cleared a path for me as I walked down the hall, making it impossible to seem unnoticed.

I glanced down at my schedule; English, room 326.

I got into the room, clearly late, and recognized one face. Adam. He still wore the dark sunglasses, and seemed to be sleeping, slouched down in his desk.

A girl with dark hair, and a tan complexion mouthed something to me; it looked like, "don't you dare," or "don't even stare."

I just shrugged it off, and sat down behind Adam. The teacher gave me a worried look, and then returned to her normal, determined look.

The teacher began class, and my mind wavered off to my dad, and if he was okay.

Almost as if she despised him, but couldn't do a single thing about it, the teacher glared at Adam.

I kicked his desk, "Teacher's on your case!" I whispered, as he woke up.

Seeing him move, and sit up, the middle-aged teacher continued teaching.

"What was that for?" Adam whispered in a harsh tone.

"You needed to wake up..." I mumbled quietly, not wanting to get in trouble.

Adam slumped in his desk, seeming to be falling asleep again.

I tried to focus on the teacher, and what she was saying, but my mind couldn't focus. Everything seemed to be going too fast. I blinked a few times, trying to regain focus, or a grip on the real world. Nothing was working, I stumbled out of my seat, and rushed to the classroom door, despite the teacher calling me back to class.

I stumbled out of the room, and into the hall, where I leaned back against the wall, letting myself slide into a sitting position on the ground.

I heard the door to the classroom open, and looked up to see Adam, looking at me, his face softer.

"You okay, Rayin?" He asked, kneeling beside me.

I put my head on my knees, "Why do you care it's not like you're my friend, and I owe it to tell you if I'm okay.." I mumbled.

"Well, I did crash into your dad's truck this morning. And I'm the only person you know.."

I knew he was smiling. Enjoying my pain. I felt a hand grab my elbow tightly, as I was about to say something.

I lifted my head, only to see the hand wasn't Adam's.

The woman's bony finger wrapped around my elbow, her arm was icy-cold looking, she had blonde hair, with a touch of brown here and there. Her eyes were dark blue, like deep pools of clear ocean water, her face had a fragile look to it, but other than that, she was beautiful.

"Come...I can help.." she spoke in a raspy voice, that you wouldn't expect to hear from a woman.

But, taken by her over-powering beauty, I nodded and stood, ready to follow the woman.

"Rayin?" Adam's voice broke through my thoughts.

I ignored him, and started to follow the woman, as she led me down the hall, into places I was unknown to.

As we walked, strange visions of me jumping out of a window, or off of a tall building, swam through my mind. I ignored them, and kept following the woman.

Suddenly, the woman stopped, and I did as well, keeping my eyes locked on her, as if she was my life force, and one wrong move would send her running.

"Rayin!?" Adam called my name again, this time his voice seemed desperate.

The woman opened her mouth again, this time instead of a coarse, raspy voice, she screeched. A sound so blood-curdling erupted from the woman's mouth, I covered my ears with my hands.

I no longer felt in a daze, I felt hopeless, and weak.

Adam came into my view, and appeared to be saying something, but I couldn't hear it over the woman's screeching.

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