Here's My Heart

chapter II

Laura P.O.V.

I run as fast as I can to her but my legs give out beneath me. I crash to the ground, panting and let out a scream before I watch her pull the trigger. The bullet goes straight though her skull and takes a chunk out of the side of her head with it.
I wake up covered in cold sweat. Every night it's her. I just want these horrible nightmares to stop. Tge meds clearly arent working. I check my alarm clock and it says 6:03a.m. The dream is still fresh in my mind as I walk down the stairs and into the bathroom. I go pee and then get in the shower. The water is cold and refreshing and it wakes me up from the hell that kept replaying in my mind, terrorizing my brain.
After another 15 minutes in the shower I wrap a towel around myself, but not before seeing the angry, jagged scar that runs from my wrist up the length of my forearm. I continued walking, trying not to feel ashamed of the large mark. I walk back into my room. As I look through my closet I realize that I have 20 minutes to get ready. I grab a pair of dark grey jeans and a black long sleeve and put them on, followed by a pair of plain black Converse. I grab my sketch book off of my night stand and throw it in my bag as I head down the stairs. When I reach the bottom I look up and see my dad at the small, round table, looking out the window, a piece of half eaten toast in his hand.
"Hey dad." I said forcing a smile. He looked at me and attempted to smile but it didn't reach his eyes. "Hey Laura," he said, his voice raspy. "Are you ready for school?" He asked, no longer meeting my eyes. "Yeah." I said, looking down. I would look at him but it scared me to see how broken he was. How broken I had made him. If I could fix him I would. But you can't fix something that's shattered.
He grabbed the car keys, a silent signal for me to follow him. When we got in the car, he put the key in the ignition and turned it, starting the truck. The song 'Remember Everything' by Five Finger Death Punch started playing and a flash of pain crossed my father's face as he pulled out of the driveway. It was my mother's favorite band, not to mention her favorite song too. The school was only about 5 minutes away but it felt like an hour with the tense silence. When we pulled up to the school my dad turned to me and asked the same question he asked every morning. He probably hopes that my answer might change one day.
"Did you have another nightmare?" He already knew that the answer was yes. I looked him in the eye and winced. I hated the look in his eyes. It was always a mix of pain, anger, and sadness. I got out of the truck without saying a word and fixed my shirt out of habit.
I looked around the rather large campus. On the bleachers there was a group of boys that looked like assholes. I continued looking until my gaze landed on a group of guys that had jerseys on and a few girls in cheer uniforms. A flashback tried to enter my mind but I pushed it away forcefully. I couldn't let what happened happen again.
I walked into the school and navigated my way to the office, carefully weaving my way through the sea of students. When I got there the secretary looked at me with an annoyed look. The name tag that sat on the edge of her organized desk read 'ms. Simmons'.
"Can I help you?" She said with a slight attitude. "I need a schedule." I said trying not to sound irritated. "Name?" She asked in a bored tone. "Laura Pierson." I stated slightly kinder. She printed my schedule off just as the bell to go to class sounded. I looked down and sighed. My first class was science, the class that I almost fail in every time. It's not that I was bad at it, I just got bored easily.
I get to the door and before I can walk in a body shoves me out of the way. I look up to see some guy walking in laughing. I walk up to him, feeling the anger start to take over. "Hey asshole!" I say, slightly yelling, catching the attention of a few other people. He looks at me and I realize that he's from the group of asshole troublemakers.
His hair is a deep shade of brown and it's messily styled. His eyes are a beautiful shade of grey, but they were hiding something. He's pretty tall compared to me and has this guarded look in his eyes. He glares down at me as if I did something wrong. "What the fuck is your problem?" I say quieting my voice a bit so I wasn't as loud. He looks at me in surprise but covers it up quickly. "I don't have a problem unless you want to become my problem." He suggests arrogantly. "So you pushed me because you thought it would be fun!" I said in disbelief. He just stared at me without saying a word, the stupid ass smirk never leaving his face. I walked over to a desk in the back and sat down. The teacher walked in a few minutes later and started taking attendance. "Laura Pierson?" He asked cheerfully. He seemed happy that there was a new student. His bubble is about to be burst. "Here." I stated in boredom. His face dropped a my tone and he looked back down at the list in disappointment. After he finished he got on with the lesson but I wasn't paying attention. My mind was on the asshole who pushed me. Something about him was off. And even worse, it had me intrigued.
At lunch I just sat in the hallway. I popped my headphones in and pulled my phone out, pressing shuffle on my playlist. The song 'this is the new shit' by Marilyn Manson played and I closed my eyes, letting the music seep into my mind.
The light was blocked by someone so I opened my eyes to see a girl with glasses that made her dark brown eyes look bigger. She had thick straight brown hair that went just past her shoulders. She was fairly skinny and she had a cute nerdy look to her. She came and sat down beside me. "Rosyln is a nice song." She says. I hand one headphone to her and she hums quietly to it. "What's your name?" She asks moving her head to look at me. "Laura" I say nicely. "Why did you move here?" She asks with a curious look. I could do this one of two ways. I could be honest or I could only tell her half. I don't know anything about her so I'd be taking a risk telling her the truth. I had a feeling that she wouldn't tell anyone but my trust can only go so far. "My dad got a better job offer here so we decided to move." I said with a straight face. "That's cool." She states, clearly not believing me.
The bell rings and I walk to class only to bump into a familiar asshole. "With the way we keep running into each other I would guess that your into me." He said with a grin. I looked at him but I couldn't find something to say so I simply walked away.
When I got to class the teacher looked up. "You must be Laura." She says and shakes my hand firmly. I nod and go to walk to a seat. "I assign seats in here." She says with a tone that stated that there would be no arguing. "You'll sit right there" she says, pointing to one of the desks in the middle. I let out a sigh as I walk over and sit down, pulling out my sketchbook. I flip to the picture I've been working on.
I feel someone's presence but it doesn't bother me until the scent hits me. It's the same cologne that the asshole has. I look up and there he is. He sits down beside me and pulls out a pen and notebook and starts writing.
"L- Nash?" The teacher calls out, quickly stopping herself from what she was about to say. "Here." He says quickly. I look over at him and stare for a minute before I was interrupted "Do you have a problem?" He says in a harsh tone. "No. I'm just curious as to why you're an asshole to me." I say simply. "I don't have a problem with you at all. I just want to know who you are and what your deal is." "My name is Laura and I just moved here." "I know that. You live right near me." He says in a 'duh' tone. I glared but I didn't say anything after that and the rest of the class goes by and so does the next class.
The bell rings signaling that the day is over. I leave the classroom and as I'm walking out Nash runs up to me. "Do you want to walk home with me?" He asks. I look at him, confused. "Sure. Why?" I ask. "I don't know. Something about you intrigues me." That was all I needed for an answer. As we're walking he looks at me and then
at my arms. My guess is that he noticed that I'm not as normal as he thought. I take the opportunity to look at him and his arms only to notice that there was some little discolored holes.
"Why did you move here?" He asked. "My dad got a good job offer." I said, sticking to what I told the girl in the hallway. "Bullshit," He said immediately after. "There's more to that story so don't lie to me." He said getting straight to the point. I sighed and stopped walking. "I got put in a hospital after I cut too deep. It's a shame my dad found me though." I said with a grin. It hurt to say that but I had to scare him off. I wouldn't allow someone to get close to me and then leave "My dad threw me out after I failed a class." He stated randomly. "I never tell people that. If you tell anyone you won't like the consequences." He stated, his mood suddenly changing. We continued walking until I got home. "Bye Laura." He said with a small wave and walked away.
I walked inside and grabbed some vodka from the freezer. I took a few large gulps and then went upstairs to my bedroom. I felt a light buzz as I started to drift off into sleep. There was one thing on my mind and it was a certain asshole named Nash. He was hiding something but I couldn't figure out what it was.