Ataraxia

∞|Chapter 1: Who knew?|∞

I felt the blood trickling down my cheek. My body rushed with energy. I threw my arm at him, but he blocked the punch swiftly, and threw my arm against the wall.

"Die bitch. No one wants you here."

He flawlessly kneed my gut; making me wheeze out of breath, and fall to the ground in a helpless heap. I wanted to get up and punch him, but my body wouldn't move.

'What do I have to live for?' I thought.

People were walking by me emotionlessly, as if I wasn't there. I tried to cry for help, but no one saw me. I leaned my back against the wall and hugged my knees to my chest, feeling the life in me seep out, slowly losing my consciousness. It wasn't until he kicked me in the head that I fell to the cold floor, feeling the smooth, marble floor against my cheek, and blacked out.

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I gasped for breath when my eyes opened. I managed a hoarse cough, and sat up. I looked around. I was left alone in the hallway. Darkness crept in the hallways, repelling against the light of the reflection of the moon.

'I must have passed out.'

I clutched my stomach in pain; with flashbacks from the fight played in my head. I threw my hands to my ears and clutched my eyes tightly, hoping the images would go away. When all seemed well, I dropped my hands to my lap, only to find traces of blood in my palms. My hand flew to my face, feeling the crease of dried up blood across my forehead. Panicked, I wiped my palms on my jeans, but remembered I was alone and kept quiet, and stared into the darkness. It was night-time, somewhat after midnight. The glow of the moon filled the hallway as I started to stand up. Walking oddly with my arm on my stomach and one hand on the wall guiding me through the dark, I came to the water fountain. My lips cracked as I inhaled for a drink of water. I breathed deeply as I quenched my thirst, and looked down the opposite hallway.

'I must have been here for a while. I should go to the nurse's office for stuff to fix up my wound.'

Regaining the ability to walk, I walked myself to the nurse's room. I grabbed the door handle, only to find it locked. I cursed under my breath.

I heard a shuffle from behind me. I spun around, still holding onto the door handle. My eyes flickered in all directions, trying to locate the source of the noise. Finding nothing, I turned back to the door and pulled out a bobby pin from my hair. I bent the bobby pin apart and stuck one end into the door lock. I attempted to pick the lock, but ended up with failure. I sighed in frustration and banged my head on the windowed door. After a few moments of silence, I looked up to find a face staring at me through the glass. I startled back in freight and surprise, but was caught in a trauma and passed out before I could react.

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