Running From Me [Complete]

Prologue, Part 1: Skylar

SKYLAR POV:

I melted into my bed by the corner of the bright, cubic room, looking through the window and staring at the sun wink through tree-top to relinquish itself from night. The buzz of the ever-so-accurate alarm, accompanied by an overwhelming breeze, launched me out of bed.

I grabbed the necessary items for a quick wash. Souring through the large, dim corridor, I rapidly scuffled into the huge shower room and entered a shower. The warm water rushed down my back; tickling my spine. I slowly walked out of the warm shower and observed his reflection. Mist engulfed the room, making it hard to breathe and see. Sky-blue eyes and short, blonde hair gazed right back at me. Maybe that was the reason for my odd first name, Skylar Anderson. Or maybe my parents just didn't like me. I was never as fit as most boys, nor as attractive. I had a slim body, quite similar to my fathers.

Footsteps, from which appeared to be coming from the corridor because of their echo, brushed passed my ears. I hastened towards the door and soon I was back in the gloomy corridor. Another scrunching and shuffling bumped my ears, accelerating the already rampant pounding of my heart against my ribs. Unease slithered down my spine. Thankfully it was just a few other people who wanted to shower. I was startled before I knew it was them because I assumed there was a ghost out to get him. As soon as I returned to my room, I wrapped himself in fluffy garments.

As I went out of the large form building, along the grey footpath, I was immobilized by the piercing, cold wind. I have known wintry west winds before, but none like this one far south. I still felt my eyebrows freezing after a short while. When I had turned my head to the right, I noticed a forest which looked well-taken care of. I raced through the whispering trees like a feather drawn over a sheet of paper, noticing it was a clear morning. The environment seemed magical - there was nothing else apart from the shiny green pastures and towering trees. The absence of anything else on that area seemed impossible. Temporary. Forbidden.

As the leaves swirled rhythmically in the rustling wind, a towering male figure met my eyes. Before I could realize, our eyes locked. Casually clothed in a cyan shirt and jet-black shorts, the guy had auburn hair, almond-shaped eyes, a spotless sallow complexion, a firm face and a broad-shouldered build.

"Hey, my name is Win. Im in the sixth form", he said, "whats your name?".

With the guys fingers snapping twice at my face, I was dragged back into reality and realized the guy was barking at my expressionless face the entire time.

"What are you staring at?" the guy questioned while scrutinizing him. "Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, sorry, its just that Ive never really seen you around here. Are you new?"

I quickly replied in hopes to avoid any stern looks. A cold chill ran down my spine as I sensed danger and began creeping backwards. The guy's disappointment evident. I could sense the guy was angry for ignoring him - many higher for students did not like disrespect from their juniors and it occurred to me what was about to happen. The guy walked away with a debris of flowers following his footsteps. My gaze fell to the ground.

Suddenly, I saw him trailing back. Fuming. My heart raced as though it had seen a monster. The guy grabbed me by the neck and said, "Are you stupid or something? You dont just stare at people when they ask you questions, especially if the person is in a higher form than you."

Filled with fear, I lashed out screaming, "Let me go! Let me go!"

I attempted to break free from his grip, only for it to grow stronger. In a flash, the guy swung his arm and his fist connected with my abdomen; the dreary sound of pain left me motionless on the ground straight after.

While pulling my smartphone out of my pocket to check the time, I noticed a badly done collar and there were a few buttons missing from my jersey; the dreary situation even more pathetic. Tears streamed down my face, followed by a streak of panting and hyperventilating.

I crawled back to my room for the rest of the morning, where I drowned in tears because of the stomach pain from the punch. I listened to birds singing and leaves rustling in the partially dim light until it was 7am.