Smile For Me

Chapter 2

A/N: Deals with abuse. Also I still don't where I'm going with this, so enjoy? I guess. Uhm also, sorry for the shorter chapters, I'm having a hard time writing this story.

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It has been about a month since Carmilla moved into your dorm. Carmilla. You found out her name when you followed her to a lecture one day, you entered the lecture hall and took a seat at the back of the room. The professor at the front talked about something like human cells dividing and other long words that you didn’t understand—actually it surprised you that she would be in a class like this—you didn’t exactly peg Carmilla for a bio type of girl.

You remember watching her intently. Now a lot of people would say this was a totally stalker-ish move, and they were probably right, but you just had a roommate move into your dorm room and she had hardly spoken to you at all… you didn’t even know what her favourite food was. Deep down you hoped it was cookies.

Carmilla.

The professor called out, you saw her head look up from the small drawing book that was laying on top of her other notebook, and you guessed she was probably supposed to be taking notes. But alas art majors (you assumed this, only because she is like really good at it) in this school never did like to follow the rules.

She answered the question flawlessly; even the professor himself was quite surprised with her answer. Maybe you underestimated the girl.

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You walk for a long time, snow falling around you. You hear the scrunch of it under your winter boots, and that was the only sound to grace your ears. Winter time was always a comfort for you. The silence that came with the crisp cool air that nipped at your exposed nose. The world seemed to slow down as everything became coated in a layer of frost.

Breathing out slowly, you trace a little shape in the fog against the bench that was situated outside of your dorm room. The stars were nice tonight. A pang of grief runs through you when you realise that you used to stargaze with your dad, and then you remember how much you miss him and that you should probably call him sometime soon. Although he would probably just give you another lecture about the girls and boys (he likes to give you the choice, not judging on who you pick) that would try to get into your pants… or tell you that he is sending yet another package of bear spray.

You were so lost in your own world, looking up at the hypnotising stars that you didn’t hear the crunch of snow. A rough hand grabs onto your arm and pulls you up; you clutch the area he once held.

“What the hell jerk?!”

He said nothing, only lunged forward and grabbed you again, this time by the back of your neck and then slammed you to the floor. Your head collided with the cold pavement harshly, and you can already tell that you’ll have a nice bruise forming in the morning. You should be thinking of running or kicking him in the groin, but all you can think about is how the hell you’re going to hide the bruises from Carmilla.

Like she would even notice.

You try to pull yourself up, head pounding. A kick graces your stomach and you fall back down again, and then a punch to your head, and another one. With each punch your head collides with the concrete again and again, the dull pounding now in full force with a unbearable amount of pain. Several more brutal kicks to your stomach, surely leaving bruises and possibly even fracturing ribs which you’ll have to deal with when you can actually see straight.

You hear the scrunch of snow, and then he kneels down.

“This is for being a fucking gay piece of shit!” He spits in your general direction, then walks off, muttering under his breath “Fucking lesbians.”

And then everything goes dark and cold.