When The Roles Reverse

Chapter 2

The image stayed in my head. Ellie lying dead on the floor. The blood spilled everywhere. The single red bullet wound on her back. John’s smirking face.

            It all consumed me.

            I should’ve been trying to figure out where I was and why I was still alive, but all I could think about was Ellie and John.

            I replayed our happiest moments in the past four years again and again in my head.

            I envisioned ways inflicting pain on John.

            I remembered my first kiss with Ellie.

            I remembered John’s face after I punched him.

            I hadn’t moved since the girl left. The ice around my wrist had formed a puddle of water as it melted. There wasn’t much left and my wrist was beginning to ache a lot more.

            I dared a glanced, pulling back the towel she had wrapped around it.

            A purple-ish bump wrapped around it. I cringed at the sight, delicately putting the towel back over it. Disgusting.

            Suddenly, light spilled into the room, causing me to close my eyes quickly. I could hear footsteps walking down as I tried to focus my eyesight again.

            The girl appeared before me, switching out the ice to give me a fresh batch. My arm had long ago gone numb from the cold, only shooting pain if I touched the tender parts.

            She crossed her legs, sitting down next to me. I noticed how she kept her distance from me, touching me as little as possible as if I had a disease.

            Was this how all girls had always acted? It had been a while since I’d seen any reactions like this. I had been so comfortable touching Ellie, I had nearly forgotten our sexes hated each other.

            She studied me, her eyes trailing down my body with interest. While she did keep herself reserved, I noticed how she didn’t glare at me with disgust. More curiosity than anything else. I cleared my throat awkwardly, meeting her eyes.

            “How’s your wrist?” She asked quietly.

            I frowned, “It hurts”

            Quickly, I watched as she pulled something out of her pocket. The light reflected off it, giving me a glimpse of what it was.

            A syringe.

            “What are you—Ow!” I hissed as she plunged the needle into my skin. I cringed, tightening up my arm. My fingers clamped together, forming a fist as she quickly forced the liquid into my veins. She withdrew it as quickly as she put it in, a faint sting remaining.

            She clamped a hand over my mouth, a finger to her lips “You have to stay quiet if you want to live”

            Her eyes bore into mine sternly. I felt a trickle of fear run down my spine as I stared back, nodding weakly.

            Hesitantly, she pulled her hand away, moving farther back. “I don’t know what it’s like over there, but we have three floors above us. You have to stay quiet if you want to live”

            I nodded, feeling a burning sensation run down my forearm “What did you put in me?”

            “Medicine”