The Wicked Existence of Lillian Lennox

7. Chapter Seven - Dangerously Unbalanced

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"I feel sorry for Noah, and anyone else who has to spend time with a freak like you," Chloe whispered, her voice threatening. I vaguely realized she was the one chocking me, but I was more startled that Chloe knew Noah's name. Opening my mouth, I attempted to ask, but realized I was unable to breath properly, let alone speak.

"You deserve to die," Karen said in such a flat and serious tone it sent chills down my spin. The pressure on my throat and lack of oxygen was causing my vision to go dark around the edges, my ears ringing. But Karen's words gave me one more burst of energy. I was struck suddenly by what a monster my former friend had become. Clenching my muscles painfully, I used all my strength to thrash my body wildly. With a sharp tug, I managed to pull my arm out from whoever was pinning me down. With my now freed hand I clawed at Chloe's hair, my fingers scratching her scalp viciously, willing her to let go. This seemed to trigger another whirl of chaos, but Chloe finally shifted and I was able to take a desperate gasp of air, before another hit was omitted to my mid section. My vision was going in and out of focus by now, but the blood in my veins boiled furiously.

"You're going to regret this," I wasn't sure if my voice was even audible, or if I just thought, it but at that instant the energy seemed to change and out of nowhere an ear splitting trilling noise was heard. Everyone froze for a moment, caught off guard. Then someone started screaming that the fire alarm was going off, and before I knew it they all ran out the door and disappeared, leaving me lying on the blood smeared floor. I stared after them, my heart pounding and head aching. I dimly realized that I needed to stand up. This took much more effort than it should have, and I quickly reached for the door frame in an attempt to keep my balance. "Just get out of the school," I mumbled to myself in a daze. The smell of smoke was starting to drift down the hallway and my mind registered if I didn't get out - and fast - my situation would very quickly become drastically worse. You got this, I chanted to myself, as I pushed to keep moving, my hands grasping the lockers for stabilization as I passed them.

When I finally stepped outside, the sound of sirens in the far distance jolted something within me. A leaden panic encased my veins and it suddenly became harder to breath. Visions of my mother's lifeless body forced themselves into my mind. My fathers cruel laughter rang in my ears. I looked at my own hands, covered in blood, just as they had been that night. Bile rose in my throat and I quickened my pace, a violent urgency to get away from it all embedding itself in my mind.

Somehow I made it to the sidewalk, stumbling along the pavement, as I dragged each breath in painfully, my bruised ribs protesting as my lungs filled with air. Home, I've got to get home. That was the only thing that echoed in my mind as I put one foot in front of the other. Suddenly a deafening honk blared and I turned in surprise, face to face with the hood of a large vehicle. I scanned my surroundings and in a stupor realized I was in the middle of the road. Whoops. I turned back to the green car, about to apologize, when I realized the driver was getting out of the vehicle. For a second I worried he was angry, but when I squinted, my breath caught in shock as I recognized the face. It was Noah in his green jeep who had almost run over me. He now stood close to me, his face mere inches from mine, looking extremely worried.

"What the hell happened, are you okay?" Noah asked, his eyes wide as he examined me. I stared at him, my mind blank as I swayed, dangerously unbalanced. His hand shot out to steady me, gripping my shoulders as his gaze raked over my face in concern. Laughter started to bubble out of my lips before I could comprehend what I was doing. This was all so ironic. Here I was, beat up because of my date-not-date with Noah, and now he had found me, by almost running me over. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized I looked completely and utterly delusional; standing in the street, laughing, bruised and bleeding, almost having been hit by a car. Noah suddenly gripped me around the waist and then my feet were off the ground as he carried me. I feebly protested but everything hurt and it was no use, he was too strong. He opened the car door, and gently put me down on the seat, my mind still foggy as he buckled my seatbelt.