Infused

Chapter 2: Goldene Beatrice Bastion

I scurried away to art, my favorite class. I was wearing a white shirt that would surely be soiled with paint by the end of class. I entered the class a mess, grabbing papers that were constantly falling, hair in my face. I heard someone run over to me as I accidentally dropped my things-again. I move the hair out of my face to see a green laced leather jacket wearing boy bent down grabbing papers.

"Sebastion-you don't have to do that." I say. He looks up at me with his starry blue eyes, "You looked like a mess, I'm just cleaning it up." He said jokingly. "Wow, way to compare me to a stain on someone's shirt." I say. I take my bag from him and find a seat. He sits next to me, looking at me.

I glance at him a couple of times. He looks away when I do so. He's making me self-conscious. I pull out my notebook and try to listen to the lecture my kooky teacher is giving. But all I can think about is him rushing over to help me. I mean, he'd do that for anyone, right? It wasn't just a me thing. He'd help anyone. So why can't I stop thinking about it?

I'm blaming my inability to focus on my ADHD. After the short lecture, I went into my teacher's art studio specifically made for students and set up a canvas. Soon enough I had paint splatters all over my shirt. Eh, bleach does the trick every time. As all of my classes pass on with the wind, I find myself getting a weird chill in my spine.

Maybe it's the wind. This feeling continued on my walk home. As I turn the corner on the way home, I catch a glimpse of something black. Just a stray cat. Or so I thought.

Just as I turned to see if someone was following me, my throat tightened up. A man in a black hood was whispering to me, trying to coax me to come with him. I tried to run away, but then I was put into a choke hold. I flung my arms and legs around trying to escape. But I wasn't strong enough.

I nearly choked to death when a massive blur of white slammed into the man. DeMarcus hopped up, adjusting his white and purple hoodie panting. He turned towards me with concern in his eyes. "You're damn lucky I live close by." He said.

I rushed to him with a big hug. I thank him a million times, telling him I'll be more careful. He's always been there for me, like as a brother. We've known each other for years and I love him to death. He nods and says he'd walk me home. I let him do so and go into my house, brushing my hands over my neck.

 I find my foster mom in the kitchen, starting on dinner. Pot roast again, for the third time this week and it's only Thursday. I don't remember my parents well. They died in an accident, and the only "family" I've sense then has been the lady who doesn't cook more than two recipes.

 I set my things down and start on my homework. In the middle of my essay, my phone starts ringing. An unknown number. I pick it up, expecting a weird Texas salesman. But instead, I hear a familiar voice. "Oh, Jack!" I said as I jumped up in surprise. We talked for a bit and decided to meet up at Danny's, the new pizza shop after school tomorrow along with my friends. The date was set and I was feeling pretty good if I do say so myself.

 I finished my essay and the rest of my homework, took a shower, and tried to fall asleep. But my brain just didn't shut up. It was an instant monologue. Except that's only one tab in my laptop of a mind. The other 19 are closed or have sound coming from them. Eventually I fell asleep in the comfort of my own home. Little did I know, that was the last time I would ever be doing that for a long while.