junior year

seven

things are gonna get interesting from this point on. i'm still trying to figure out to do for the "middle of this story" since I don't want things to end so soon.

:)

I steadily wake up, my vision coming out blurry. I'm not aware of my surroundings, mostly just worn out for an unknown reason. As my vision starts to clear, I'm no longer in the classroom. Or even the school, in fact.

I'm in someone's bedroom.

I don't have the energy to get up and run out the door and I curse at myself for that. But I do know that I'm lying on a bed, and my heart begins to pummel.

Was this Mr. Kenton's place?

And God, my head was killing me. I just wanted to sleep forever, regardless of where I was. It was warm under these sheets, so warm.

My eyes began to close and I fall back to unconsciousness.

Later

The next time I wake up, I'm as alert and awake as I was in the morning. The fear crept over me of being somewhere I didn't know and I quietly emerged from the bed. I looked at my appearance in the mirror. My clothes were still on, thank God, but my hair was a mess and my features looked extremely tiresome. There was also something on my neck...I gasped as I realized what it was and quickly fixed my hair so it covered the mark.

I felt like crying and screaming and yelling all at the same time, but nothing came out. I searched the pocket of my jeans for my phone, but it wasn't there. Of course he would've taken it.

I took at my reflection and try to come up with a plan for escape. Okay maybe I could go through the window? Was there even a window? Or maybe I could―

"Luna. You're awake."

I turn my head toward him, sending him the coldest look I could muster.

"What the hell is wrong with you. What did you do to me?!"

He set down a mug of what appeared to be tea. "It was a simple sleeping pill. that's all―"

"What? I was talking about the―"

I pause mid sentence as he gives me a smirk, realizing I was talking about a different subject. "Yeah, I may have gotten a little carried away there."

I was still shocked at what he'd said before. "You drugged me?! Are you fúcking insane?"

His eyes narrowed at me. "Don't swear."

I backed away. "My parents will come for me. Once they figure out that I'm not back, they'll find me."

Mr.Kenton gives me a half-smile. "Don't worry about your parents. I told them you were staying at your friends house. What's her name? Margaret?"

My stomach dropped. Margaret didn't have a phone and my parents didn't have her parents numbers. I normally always stayed over at my friends on weekends and now they thought than this was like any other Friday.

Which meant they wouldn't be coming anytime soon.

"I'll tell my parents about what you've done to me―on Monday. I will." I say, my nails digging into my palms.

"You don't want to do that, Luna. Don't be stupid."

He makes his way over to me and everything happens so fast, it's like a blur; one minute I'm eyeing the mug of hot tea, the next I throw the liquid in his face and make my escape.

Or rather try to.

I make my way to the door, sure. It's locked, of course so I end up wasting time by fumbling with the lock. Of course, I'm not paying attention to see that Mr. Kenton has already made his way over to me. He grabs my arm, pushing me into the wall. He holds my wrists high above my head, this time with force.

"That wasn't a very good idea, Luna. Not a good idea at all."

"Don't." I choke out.

He moves the strands of hair that cover up my neck and smirks at the sight of my neck.

"My mark looks good on you."

"You're a terrible, horrible―"

My words are cut off as he pushes a bottle of water against my mouth and before I can't stop it, water rushes down my throat. My eyes start to water, but there's no use stopping it from reaching my system and once again, my eyes begin to feel droopy and my knees wobble as I slide down against the wall and fall.

'I should've told', are the last thoughts that go through my mind as I fall into an everlasting darkness

I knowwww it feels like I'm dragging this whole thing along but I promise it'll have more turning points.

xoxo,

amara©