Her Dark Mind

Chapter XI

Waking up to the blaring of my dreadful alarm, I open my eyes slowly, blinking my sleep away in the process. I reach across to give the top of it a good whack before resting my head back on the pillow. Almost a week has passed since the incident with Mr. Epais, one of my three sport teachers, during that one very annoying training session.

I've adjusted to wearing exposing clothing during sport and I've gotten used to the stares from others, to be frank, it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I do still feel self-conscious especially when walking the corridors of this ginormous school since everyone seems to know me now, or at least about my condition.

I've gathered this much from the stares and occasional comments here and there, no one has anything else better to do other than to discuss a strangers life.

Getting to know Travis and Trevor has been stimulating, they're sweet guys that never push me to talk and they don't get frustrated with me when I decline their offers to talk about my past. It's refreshing to know that there are people in this godforsaken world that can care so much and talk so patiently to you. Especially after the years I had left alone.

I sit up slowly in my bed snapping out of my thoughts as I hear a loud crash from the kitchen. I practically fall out of bed as I scramble to my bathroom to splash water on my face in order to wake me up before slipping a basic hoodie and sweats on, as it's a Saturday, and I run out the room and down the hallway to where the sound came from.

I step into the kitchen to witness Trevor currently holding Travis in a headlock and a broken glass on the floor, like a scene from a movie.

I clear my throat to get their attention and as I do so they both turn their heads in my direction, I'm stood glaring at them both with my arms crossed, leaning my shoulder against the doorframe while I wait for an explanation.

"He started it!" Trevor blurts before he lets go of Travis, shoving his head to the side in the process. I can never seem to understand these two no matter how hard I try.

"Oh really? So why was his head stuck in between your arm?" I replied while pushing myself off of the doorframe and striding into the kitchen towards the broken glass. "And what in gods name happened to this poor glass?".

"Travis knocked it" Trevor responded, clearly avoiding my first question.

I bend down to start picking up the larger pieces of broken glass as Travis let's us know that he's going to go grab the dustpan and brush. When he disappears down the hall, Trevor joins me on the floor helping to gather the pieces together.

Trevor and I both jump to a sudden loud noise of multiple objects falling, quickly followed by Travis stumbling back into the main room where we are. What happened this time?

"Sorry, my bad, some things fell out of the laundry cupboard when I was grabbing the dustpan" Travis sheepishly stated while letting out a nervous chuckle. I swear these two are going to be the death of me and themselves.

Distracted by Travis being a complete and utter moron my body starts to wobble, quickly beginning to lose my balance, so I throw my hand on the floor behind me as a reflex response to regain control. Of course it had to be where a shard of glass was and as I place all my weight onto that hand a small hiss escapes my lips, feeling the shard pierce my skin.

Warm liquid starts to flow from the palm of my hand and I look down to watch my bright, crimson red blood drip onto the floor. I lift my hand leisurely and look at the small piece of glass, now sticking out from my palm and covered in my blood. A soft touch of a hand pulls me from my thoughts as I was growing transfixed on that small piece of glass.