SAVE ME

Ch#10 This was My Choice

Ch#10 This was My Choice

I suppose I was brought to the attic again. My eyes were tied up after a little cat and dog fight with Mr.Smith and he had the audacity to grab hold of a woman's hair and drag her up some stairs and throw her onto the floor in the most unsatisfactory manner.

Are you calling yourself a woman, Al?

Nah, I called Mr.Smith as a woman, duh.

I loosened the cloth that covered my eyes and voila, it is the attic. Mr.Smith picked up a piece of wood from a corner and marched towards me.

"What? You're gonna beat me up now? Is that what you were speaking about? 'Tell me how did you come out of the dungeon before I do something that you will regret'", I mocked him, imitating his low voice. I don't know what came into me, but I didn't fear for my dear life.

"Oh just. Shut. Your. Trap."

He hit me with the wooden piece as he spat out each word. My poor arm.

"What sin did my arm commit, Mr.Smith?"

Just why the hell can't you shut your trap, you dumbo! I'm in terrible pain!

Just rewind a chapter, you idiot! You and I, we're one!

He spoke no more, and let his actions speak. He continued beating me with the wooden piece and kicked my stomach and my temple quite a few times. I felt nauseous. But that didn't stop him. He punched my face till I spat blood. I tried fighting back but all my energy was drained. I could see black spots dancing before me. Oh please, don't be unconscious now. It's not the right time.

Keep your eyes open Al, keep'em open. Think about the comebacks you read from pinterest.

"Mr.Smith, I would love to insult you right now. But I'm afraid I won't do it as well as nature did with your shitty personality."

"How dare you talk back to me!?"

"Well that's how communication works, doesn't it?"

Okay, he probably didn't like that as he kicked my temple again.

Why does blood taste like iron?

I have never tasted blood before.

"Mr.Smith, do you speak to yourself? 'Cause I do and it seems crazy hell." I managed to laugh despite being hurt everywhere.

Before he could go all Hulk on me, he got a call and answered that he would be there soon. I suppose that's my savior. He tied the cloth over my eyes again but not before kicking on my ribs quite a few times and then grabbed me by my hair. I swear I'll go bald because of this man one day.

"It would be nice if you wouldn't grab my hair. I already have a lot of hairfall, you see." That only made him grab my hair stronger.

Bloody asshole.

Yeah. I know, right.

Soon enough I reached the base and was thrown again by Mr.Smith onto the floor. Was he a throwball champion or what. Why does he keep throwing me? I could see the students slowly gathering around to look at what's happening.

"Dear students. Please teach your new friend here about the rules of this place", he fumed. Just as he turned around to leave, I called him out. You see, I don't like letting my opponent end the conversation.

"Dave." He turned around while I tried to sit.

"Fuck off, you shit face." I could see the students' widened eyes and muffled laughter. And Dave, surely did not like this. He walked towards me and kicked my ribs and left the base. I coughed up a little blood and lied back on the floor, curving myself into a ball. I didn't have an ounce of energy left in me to move. I could see a pair of feet walking towards me.

"Oh my goodness, Alana! Are you alright!?" It was Riley. Her voice was laced with concern and worry. Right now, no matter how much she cares for me, she is the last person I wish to have beside me at the moment.

"Yeah, I'm absolutely alright, Riley. I only have a bruising rib, a bleeding arm and a temple along with a bloody mouth. Apart from this, I'm totally fine."

She's worried for you.

Yeah, after almost killing me.

Leave behind the past, Al.

"Alana, get up. You need to get treated." She held my shoulder and grabbed my non-bleeding arm with her free hand.

"Riley, leave me. Let me be."

"Are you out of your mind? You are hurt and bleeding, Alana!"

"But I'm alive." I looked into her eyes, with hatred. I wanted her to get away from me. As far as possible. I didn't want her to look at my bruises, my hurt self. I didn't want her to laugh at me again watching me in pain, seeking for help. I am not going to let her see my pain. I won't ask for her help. Not again. Not ever again. Not after what she had done to me in the past.

Yet you're here, helping her out.

Riley helped me lie down and walked away without uttering another word. She probably read the emotion held in my eyes. I closed my eyes, trying to forget the pain and ignoring the whispers from the students. I let my head wander in thoughts.

New day at Crestview Mid. I walked into my school, confidently, towards my friends waiting for me at the other end of the main hall. The student body split up like the Red Sea for me to walk on.

"Alana! I love your outfit today!"

"Your hair is beautiful!"

"YOU are beautiful!"

"You're so kind!"

"Alana, I ordered pizza for you!" I laughed at this comment and received back -

"Yeah! I made Alana laugh today! Success!"

These were few of the comments I always received as I walked past the student body. The guys wanted to hang out with me, the girls wanted to befriend me. Everyone loved me. But little did I know, that all of this made someone else loathe my existence.

"Alana Anderson, you need to receive treatment before you pass out."

I opened my eyes at the sound of a guy and found a brunette with spectacles staring at my bleeding arm. The other students too were gathered around me. He helped me get up and I didn't refuse his help. As I walked by with his support, my gaze fell upon the Leaders who averted their eyes as soon as mine met theirs. I ignored the looks and gasps from the student body. I didn't want their pity or sympathy. I didn't want them to feel bad for me. I was punished for my actions. They weren't responsible for this.

This was my choice.