The Rebellious Cure

Chapter 1

Songs for this chapter-

Chocolate- The 1975

Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys

Amnesia- 5sos

I was walking home late at night, from a party when a car pulled up behind me. I looked behind to see a blue honda creeping rather dangerously close and continued walking at a quicker pace, before I knew what was happening I had tripped. I landed on the concrete ground with a loud thud, my head bounced of the ground and through my blurred vision I could see a dark room with nothing inside. I could feel the cold wooden floor beneath my finger tips, I could smell the stale walls, I could hear the sound of a zipper being un zipp-

I sat up in my bed, gasping for air.

It was just a dream

My shaking hands moved the knotted hair out of my face and wiped the sweat off of my forehead as my heart beat slowed back down to normal. My eyes flicked over to the bedside table where the white clock stood patiently.

5:55

I sighed and pulled the sweating sheets away from my body, standing up my legs wobbled causing me to sit back down. My fingers trembled. It was like they had a mind of their own, no matter what I did they continued to shake almost violently. I took a deep breath and stood up again, steadying myself on the edge of the bedside table. Light peeked through a parting in my curtains, awakening my eyes. I blinked a few times to stop the aching pain and trudged through to my bathroom, switching on the shower I took off my pyjamas and untied my tangled hair which was sticking to my face.

Slowly and shakily I stepped into the heat, wincing when the scolding water hit my skin and began washing myself. I had grown accustomed to have my showers scolding hot, it was a distraction and helped forget the dreams that I had plastered in my mind from the night before. I scrubbed harshly at my skin, in attempt to remove the sweat.

After I had washed my hair I stepped onto the cold tiled floor and grabbed my white fluffy towel from the rack positioned infront of me. After drying myself I padded back through to my room and to my wardrobe to pick something to wear to school. I chose out my usual sweatpants, long sleeed black top and hoodie and threw them on, not even bothering to brush my dripping hair I grabbed my backpack and uggs and made my way downstairs.

The kitchen was empty meaning that mom was at work, nothing new there then. I felt an ache in my chest but i brushed it aside and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, taking a bite from it before heading out the door.Walking to school usually only took me 5 minutes, 10 if it was a nice day. But today it was dull, the sky was a dark greyish blue colour that made you feel depressed.

I made my way quietly through the school doors which were occupied by the usual few people waiting for their friends. I kept my head down and walked through the almost empty hallway towards my locker, throwing in the books I didn't need until after lunch I took out the ones I did need. After locking the steel door, I journied to my first class and took a seat at the back, beside the radiator and waited for the bell to ring.

"Oh, good morning Ms.Adams," I lifted my head up to look at Mrs Kingsly- my english teacher- walking through the door, with folders piled up to her face and smiled nervously.

"Good morning miss." Mrs Kingsly was a middle adged lady who was the kindest woman I'd ever met. She was a very good teacher too and loved her job and the english language. I'd always come into her class before her and would sit, just staring into space. Some days we'd indulge in conversations about Hemmingway or Shakespeare but usually we'd sit in comfortable silence.

When the bell rang the usual clever people entered the class before anyone else and took their seats in the middle of the room, then others with no label scattered around the seats talking between temselves and then the populars made their appearance. My old friends. They came in altogether as usual, laughing, gossiping and throwing things. My old best friend, Tally didn't even pay me glance as she took the seat beside her boyfriend, Mark. I wasn't too bothered, I'd decided to distance myself from them all after what had happened and I didn't exactly expect them to continue talking to me.

I stared infront of me as Mrs Kingsly began talking about the assignment that was due today, the hundred word essay about the use of imagery in the poem written by Frank O'Harra.

"I hope you all have your asignments ladies and gentlemen! Please get them out and I'll collect them for marking." She grinned, rubbing her hands together. I sighed and lifted my bag from the floor, rummaging through it I found the paper with my work written on it and placed it on the table before closing my bag and throwing it back under the table.

"Ms Madden?" I looked over at Tally who was smirking up at Mrs Kingsly and shook my head.

"Sorry Miss, I had cheer practise! I just didn't have any time to do it,"

"Have it done for tomorrow then please dear, don't let me down!" I rolled my eyes at Tally who was grinning and batting her eyelashes.

Poor Mrs Kingsly

As she got to me she held out her hand and smiled warmly at me.

"Ms Adams?"

"Here you go Miss," I smiled back at her and placed the sheet in her awaiting hand, she looked down at it and grinned at me.

"I look forward to reading it Tori." She said walking back to the front of the class. Taking out my jotter and pen, I began taking notes on the upcoming test and assignments that Mrs Kingsly was telling us about. Before long the bell rang and students began piling out of the classroom, I sighed and packed my things away in my bag before standing up and trotting to the door.

"Ms Adams?" I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face Mrs Kingsly.

"Yes Miss?"

"This is really very good, you should think about a career in writing," She smiled holding out my marked work, I looked at her in confusion and to the paper she was holding.

"Thank you Miss." I mumbled before taking the paper and dissapearing into the busy hallway.

I half ran to my biology class and rushed to get my place at the back bench, as everyone piled into their seats Mr Broughton began speaking about different bumble bees found in Indianapolis.

Half way through his speech the door opened and a boy I didn't recognise strolled in, 20 minutes late. I looked to Mr Broughton who looked furious that someone would dare interrupt one of his daily speeches then back the boy who was sanding smirking at him.

"And who do you think you are?" He snapped, glaring at the nameless boy.

"I'm Hunter McFall," He replied coolly, Mr Broughton looked at him like he'd grown a second head. The whole class was dead silent as they watched the unfolding scene.

"You're twenty minutes late!"

"My bike broke down," The boy shrugged, Mr Broughton was about to explode. I watched, bewildered as our teacher shook his head and put a hand to his forehead.

"Go take a seat. And don't be late again." The boy smirked and scanned the room, looking for a seat. Unfortunately the only empty one was beside me. My heart started beating louder as he walked closer to me and sat down, making my body shake with somewhat fear.

He was wearing the same aftershave as him.

I could smell it.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt bile rise in my throat, pannicked I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the classroom and to the bathroom, ignroing Mr Broughon's protests. I locked the door behind me and began sobbing and shaking with terror.

"Please. Just leave me alone!" I cried, rocking myself back and forth.

"Just leave me alone."