Fight For Animals

Chapter 7- I'd Never

"10..9..8.." President Evelina announced.

I was in the glass, with Matthew on the other side of it. In the middle was the table filled with weapons. My heart was pounding.

"7..6.." She said.

I was shaking. I wasn't cold, but I was. I couldn't control how messed up my breathing was. I think I had stage fright too. The whole country was watching me. I couldn't see them, but I could feel the stares going into my back and head.

"5..4.."

I recalled the dream in my head again. Looking at Matthew, I saw him prepare for running at the sparkling sword on the table. His knees were bent a little, and he was staring at it.

"3..2..1.."

Was there anything I could do about it? Stall my death? Then, I remembered. The pepper spray.

"Go!"

I forced my legs to move. I put them into a sprint, and when I reached the table, I grabbed it little bottle of pepper spray. Matthew grabbed the sword, and he was nearing me. As fast as I could, I sprayed it right at his face. I saw the gas at his eye, and then his eyes were watering. He dropped the sword, and he was completely defenseless. I took advantage.

With my anger and confidence that he couldn't hurt me, while his eyes burned, I clenched my fist in a tight ball, and slid it across his cheek with all of my force. He gritted his teeth in pain. That wasn't all I did. I swung my leg right into his shin, and as a reflex, he started jumping on one foot. His face was scrunched up in pain.

That's for making my life more complicated than it already is.

Then, with one of his arms, he started reaching for the sword he dropped. The pepper spray was slightly wearing off. My mind was now racing. He's going to kill me now. I swung my leg right into his forehead. He dropped to the ground, and became unconscious.

That's for sometimes talking to me.

I knew I was overreacting. It wasn't his fault, but I was glad all of my anger at him was finally out. I felt like a glass of water getting slowly filling up until it spilled everywhere. I had 4 years of antagonism built towards him, and to finally be able to shatter it by throwing a few punches was awesome.

I knew that my kick in the head wouldn't leave him out for long, so I decided to make sure the weapons were unreachable. That way it would be harder for him to kill me. I grabbed the sword that I could've been stabbed with on the ground by him. He was slowly breathing. In, out. In, out. He was peacefully sleeping, with red spots all around his nose, and a bruise building on his forehead and shin. I touch of sympathy stabbed me right where I supposed to be stabbed.

Then I heard faint voices from the other side of the glass. Kill him! The people on the bleachers were telling me to kill him. My family, in the front row of them were chanting along with them. I looked next to them to see Matthew's family, tears on their faces. But the bleacher people were right. I could get it all over with, and use the sword in my hand to kill him.

But I didn't, I'd never.

Instead, I threw the sword right at the glass. There was a loud, scraping sound. The sword hit the glass, high above anyone's reach. I nearly cracked the glass. Officer Baker shook his head in my direction, like he was a parent scolding me. I was supposed to kill Matthew. Instead, I ran to him and put my ear at his chest. Still breathing. The fact that I touched him got my nerves running.

I needed to clean his face, so when he wakes up there won't be blood all over his face. I grabbed a corner of his shirt, and pulled with all my might. I could almost feel Julia, Sarah, Helen, Gianna, Zoe, Kyla laughing at me. I wasn't just touching Matthew, but I was tugging on a side of his shirt. I almost laughed myself. In addition, the audience must've thought this was a little weird.

When I was able to tear a piece of his shirt off, I used it to wipe his bloody nose. Staring at his attractive face was hard, I was caring for him when he never did, or would. Then I felt bad for even hurting him. I bent the future, it was supposed to be him injuring me.

I grabbed everything on the table, and started throwing them at the glass. I wasn't angry at him anymore, I was angry at myself. At President Evelina. At my mom for not telling me enough about what I was capable of. At Principal for suggesting Matthew and I were friends.

I bet I was so close to making the glass shatter when I finished throwing at the glass. I didn't care. If it shattered, I'd run. I'd run from Officer Baker, from my family, my life and into a forest. I'd curl up in a ball and cry until there is no more water in my body to cry. Geez negative thoughts. 

(Author person from the future is cringing at how this was based on truth... and she is so glad that she is nearly past it almost sort of)

I went into a corner of the glass wall, with the Pepper spray in my pocket, and curled up into a ball, like I always did when I was upset. I now completely forgotten about who was watching. I was supposed to kill him, but I refused to. I let my eyes fill with tears, and spill down my face, and my cheeks. I let the sobs start, and the uncontrollable hiccups continue freely. Why did I have feelings for Matthew? I'd be long out of this glass if only I didn't love him, but soon he will wake up, and find a way to kill me without the weapons and he'll leave the glass alive.

I'd never kill him.

Soon, I had cried myself to sleep.