Maya's Dead and I'm In Love

The Making of A Sticky Situation

It's a cool Friday afternoon as I peer through the window, itching to go outside and do something. Anything. 

Today was particularly tough because the cafeteria ran out of coffee and  mine has been long gone for days. Focus was at an all time low and 110% made a fool out of myself. I sigh just thinking about it. Then I remember that if I go grab some coffee at the 7/11 I can see Mystery Girl again. So there's a bonus to this crumby day. 

I turn to Nya who's currently listening to music while she works on her homework

"Hey Nya I'll be back in between twenty minutes and three hours!"

 I slip on my skates and trip out of the dorm. I don't notice as she glances my direction and rolls her eyes. I take off down the hall and slide into the elevator. There's only one person in there and I instantly tense as I feel a shiver run down my spine. I try not to be so obviously terrified as I move as far away from Adam Hardgrove as possible. 

Right as the doors close a smirk plays his face and I shut my eyes hoping all the scenarios I'm currently playing out in my head won't come into reality. I hear foot steps and shiver again knowing he's coming closer. I might be paranoid most of the time, but I'm  making no exaggeration when I say that there is no possible way that I am getting out this elevator unscathed.

I feel the incoming breeze as he plants a right hook on the side my face, knocking me off of my feet. I try not to show any emotion in the hopes that this will end soon, but there's no way of knowing. He kicks me in the gut and the wind gets instantly knocked out if me. Tears threaten to spill but I try my hardest to force them back to where they came from. 

"FAG!"  Odd, I thought this would have to do with the murder. Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter. He keeps kicking me in the face and it's getting kind of old. If your gonna beat me up at least be creative about it, man. I'd like to tell him that, but it's probably smarter not to. I reach my hand up to my lip to feel it's bleeding. Good thing I had braces up until last year, I'm used to the metallic taste. It's soothing actually, It gives me something else to think on rather than the fact that I'm getting pummeled. 

He gets me right in the eye. It stings and I think it's leaking something, couldn't tell you want though I failed health class.  Then as I get progressively more dizzy I feel him forcing me to my feet by my hair as I try to comply. Hitting me upside my forehead, his class ring breaks the skin and leaves a small trickle to theatrically roll down my face. Goodness gracious how long is this elevator ride, I live on the second floor! Seriously! 

Right on cue the doors wing open and Adam ducks out not before muttering that I'm a effing dyke. Then he cowardly merges into the crowd of students flooding the hallways. He drifts out of sight before I can even get back up from where I've fallen again onto the cold tile floor. I feel bad because it's stained with my blood and... other bodily fluids that I can't quite place my finger on. Is that what puss looks like? Hmm. 

I'd like to clean up but I currently can't because my body is now wretched with sobs. I shouldn't even be crying. Ari just lost her cousin and I'm sobbing because some guy scratched me up a little bit. Unbelievable. No matter how much I hate myself though, I can't stop the flood of water works from crashing down onto my bruised and bloodied face. 

I grab onto the hand-railing and attempt steadying myself to my face. Everything hurts. However I still need to get that coffee, I remember. Can't let Adam Hard-head keep me from doing something that makes me happy. I smile at the thought of blonde-brown hair and breathtaking eyeliner and stumble dizzily out of the blasted metal box that caused this mess.

As soon as I get outside I feel the cold autumn air chill the tears on my face and make a point to call Nya asap. 

"Hey Em what's up" At the sound of her voice I immediately start sobbing again.

"Um I ..." I pause for a long time trying to regain my normal speaking voice and quiet my shaking form. 

"What's going on?"

"I um...", a sob breaks through me again, "Nothing I just fell off my skates" I fake a smile " I'll be back pretty soon, I'm almost there" 

"Okay" I can tell by the sound of her voice that she doesn't believe me at all, but I don't want her beating up Adam and getting herself labeled as violent, especially with the way the police force works.

I hang up right when she finishes speaking because roller skating is apparently more difficult when you feel like you could pass out at any minute. I would really prefer not to drop down in the middle of the street and get myself run over by some party-hardy frat boys, so I try to keep my focus as much as I'm able. It doesn't feel real.

Before I know it I'm in the 7/11 parking lot and a genuine smile is happily plastered on my relieved face. I'm too excited to even notice that I'm slowly drifting closer to the concrete.

And BAM.

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I wake up on a cold, hard surface and for a minute wonder if I'm dreaming, or dead. Probably not the second one, but how would I know. 

"Augh"

I open my eyes to bright lights, wait AM I ACTUALLY DEAD!

Then I feel something lifting my shirt. 

'WHAT THE HECK.'

My head jots up way to fast and my hand flies to my throbbing temple. I look down and that's when I notice Mystery Girl is the one doing the lifting.

Wait what.

What is going on!

Heat rises to my face way faster than I'd like to admit. 

"Oh, hey, you're awake!"

"Yeah, what's happening?"

"I don't know if you we're plastered or what, but you face planted outside of the shop a couple minutes ago. It's now that I'm looking you over that I realize something probably went down before that though"

"Uh, yeah"

"Don't worry though I called 911, they should be here any minute"

"NO!"