The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 7: History class..

"Hey, Ned." Peter says, while this kid walks up to him.
"Hey, Peter. I was wondering if you'd like to come to my house later to build..." he pauses and looks over at me.
"Who's this?"
"Oh, Ned. Meet Sarah. Sarah, meet Ned." Peter introduces.
"Hi." He says, clearly not wanting me to be there.
I try giving a slight smile.
I didn't want to talk right now. It was bad enough I even had to be here.
The bell begins to ring and I head toward class with Peter.
Fortunately, we had every class together.
If we didn't, I'd have no clue where to go.
We walk in the classroom and everybody begins to stare.
Where they staring at me?
Sarah, don't be stupid.
They know who you are...
I shake my head, trying to push my intrusive thoughts away.
Almost every seat was taken, and I didn't know where to sit.
"Oh, you must be a new student. What's your name?" The teacher says, politely.
Everybody turned to look at me as I stood in the middle of the class.
Shit.
"Sarah Adams.." I mutter.
"Well, Sarah, you could take a seat next to M.J."
I look around.
Who was M.J.?
"Over here." A girl yells.
I turn to look at her. I assume she's M.J.
I walk over to the empty seat next to her.
I hoped she wouldn't talk to me.
I never felt like talking.
"Oh, and, Sarah Adams," She begins as I look up at the teacher. "You could call me Mrs.Martin." She smiles.
I slowly nod.
I already hate it here.
"Today, class, we will be learning about World War II. Now, I know we've talked about it before, but we've never gone into depth with it."
She looks around at everyone in the classroom.
"Now, this could be a sensitive and graphic subject. If you are ever uncomfortable just simply escort yourself from the room." She says.
Shit.
Stop.
No.
I knew this was a bad idea.
My hand clenches against the desk and my leg begins to bounce.
She goes on about the horrors of the war.
The gassing.
The torture.
The death.
She got almost everything right.
"Now, we will be discussing a more.. what is it.. a secret part to the war." She begins.
Stop.
"You all know of Captain America, yes?" She asks as students nod.
"Well, as you may or may not know. He fought against something called Hydra...." she goes on but I block out the words.
I couldn't do this.
I clench my fingernails into my neck, out of anxiousness.
"Now, we don't know what happened to them... but I've heard the torture was brutal."
Yeah it was.
Please change the subject.
"But, I assume all of them are dead, considering the war is over. I believe they were all caught."
They weren't.
They weren't.
How could a person be so clueless?
It's had been going on years after the war.
Torture. Murder.
I couldn't do this.
She starts to go into more detail of what she heard.
"Start the machine!"
The intrusive memories start coming back to me.
"Lock her up!"
No.
"If you don't be quiet you're getting the worst tonight."
Both of my hands are clenched to my neck.
I really didn't want to panic on the first day.
Damn you Stark.
"Kill him. No blood on your hands."
I need to get out of here.
"Longing....rusted..."
Nope, I couldn't think of that.
Suddenly, I get up. I had no idea where I would go.
I push my chair toward my desk and get out of the classroom.
I couldn't do this.
"Miss. Adams?" The teacher calls after me.
I ignore her. I couldn't do this. I couldn't.
I tug at the collar of my shirt, anxious.
My whole body was shaking and I just wanted to leave.
I find the girls bathroom and head into a stall, curled up in a ball.
I sat there for the rest of the period before someone came in.
I get up, and unlock the stall door.
Leaving.
As I walk out..
"Sarah!" Peter sits up.
I clench my chest. What the hell was he doing scaring me after that.
"S-sorry. Are you alright?"
No, Peter.
"Yeah.. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
No.
"Yes. Positive."
"Well, so you need anything?"
Yes. Help. Comfort.
"Nope." I lie.
Why was it so hard to let someone help me.
"Oh, well okay."
We head off to the next class.
This was the worst.