Steal My Soul

08 | darius

Darius

My body collapsed in the corner of the school and I was breathing hard as I placed my hand on the side of my bleeding abdomen. I grunt, sweat leaking down my face as a sharp pain stabs at my side.

I was damaged. Fragmented. And this is how I would always be.

I was still being hunted until I confronted him but I wasn't ready for that. He had never orchestrated an attack at school before. Now I was worried that more people were at risk.

I couldn't give up school, it was the only place where I felt normal. The only chance I had at starting a new life. I slowly get to my feet, taking labored breaths.

Dizziness takes over and I wince as my head is consumed with a pounding ache. I spot Ken walking past in the window and I slide to the floor before he could see me. My heart pounds in my chest as I stay still.

He walks around school, supporting a flashy smile when I know who he really is. Countless times I was brutally beaten by his friends as he watched. He was constantly throwing insults at me and spitting in my face.

One day he would get what was coming to him. When the coast is clear I stagger towards the nurse's office and steal a roll of sterile white gauze and antibiotic ointment. Then I'm gone, disappearing quickly into the school's restroom.

I took on a long weary breath, tossing all my things into the sink and gripping the porcelain square for support. I lift my shirt expecting the wound. The pain was searing and fresh blood bloomed from the cut.

My fingers shake as I fumble with the cap of the ointment dropping it on the floor. When I bend down to pick it up I hear a grasp. I freeze then quickly reach for my knife and point it at the intruder.

"Leave," I growl.

My body softens when I see Asia Vesper standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?!" I snarled.

She points to the sign on the door. "This is the girl's restroom,"

I curse. "Oh,"

I stumbled, almost falling on my face. She's startled, her eyes searching me frantically. They stop when they see my wound, going wide.

She immediately takes the ointment from my hand, washing her hands in the sink. Grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser on the tiled wall, she wets it with water and soap and begins to wash the blood from my wound. She presses a small amount of the cream on her fingers and begins applying it to my cut.

I wince, my skin tender as I'm filled with more intense white hot pain. It's blinding and I fight to keep consciousness.

"You're going to get yourself killed Darius."

"How'd you figure out my name?" I ask.

She smiles at me. "I have my ways,"

I grunt as she starts wrapping up my stomach with the gauze, walking around me to make sure it's tight.

"You don't have to worry about me Asia, I'm already dead," I say.

"Who did this to you?" She asks.

"Don't worry about it, it's my problem," I answer, stepping away from her and finishing up the rest of the bandage wrap.

She puts her hand on my arm and my stomach twinges with a jittery backflip. "If you're in some kind of trouble.."

"You don't know me and I don't know you. We're not friends so just leave me alone," I shout, stepping away from her.