Thnks Fr Th Mmrs [South]
Dec 18, 2011 16:03:59 GMT -5
Post by Eastern Orange on Dec 18, 2011 16:03:59 GMT -5
It had been weeks since that scene at the training center, and still I was too ashamed to face her. I had… I had attacked Corinne when she grabbed my wrist in that alley. Her hands had been claws, and when I looked at her face I had seen lupine eyes and a mouth full of jagged teeth. The next thing I knew my fist was connecting with her face, and I was unleashing blow after blow to her grotesque body. It wasn’t until she stopped moving did my vision clear and I was able peel my shaking hands from the pale skin of her throat which had been covered with shaggy fur only seconds before. I had stared down, slack-jawed, at the sight of her bloody, mangled form, not really comprehending what I had just done. Then I heard the rattle of her breath, and knew that she needed medical attention and fast.
I only waited around long enough to make sure that she was getting help before I bolted. I couldn’t face what I had done.
I didn’t go back to the training center, I didn’t go to school the next day, hell, I didn’t even leave my room. I decided that I needed time to…acclimate myself. When I had gone to the training center I was fresh out of the psych ward. Of course I had lost my shit like I had. Anybody would have been stressed. I should have waited, relaxed, savored my freedom, but I hadn’t and someone had paid dearly for my mistake.
My parents had allowed me a three week grace period. Just twenty one days to get my shit together. It hadn’t been enough.
I looked up at the cream-colored building in front of me, feeling slightly queasy. School. The bane of all children everywhere. I struggled in vain to rein in my galloping heart as I took unsteady steps toward hell. I took deep breathes, trying to sooth myself. I hadn’t had such a terrible time in school, right? I was popular. I had oodles of friends, and every girl swooned when I looked at them. I wasn’t bullied or hated. What was I worrying about? Ha! I would have a great time, right? Right?!
Who the fuck was I kidding? Even before I left for the hospital I was abandoned by everyone. I’m not that bright, social butterfly anymore. I was the schizo freak. I wasn’t bullied before, but I would be now. Well, maybe they wouldn’t bully me, but they’d avoid me, be afraid of me, pity me. I just had to keep my head down, maybe no one will notice me and this won’t be so bad.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. I must have put more force into it than I meant to, because it flew open and banged loudly against the wall. Every eye in the crowded lobby turned my way. Blood flooded my cheeks, and I gulped. Kids stared openly, but I didn’t see recognition, just curiosity. Why would they? It was a big school, and I had been gone for over a year. I was silly to think that people would recognize me. Sure some of my friends would, but not the whole damn school.
That’s when the whispers stared. It started somewhere toward the back, and spread around the room like rapid fire. ”Gossamer Harlow.” “Isn’t that the schizo?” “I heard he had a freak out at the training center.” “He beat the crap out of two other Careers.”
Yep. This was going to be fun.
The whispers followed me down the hallway. I didn’t turn my head and look at them, just stared at the shoes of the people in front of me. If I looked at them I was afraid they would turn into monsters, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from hurting them. The floor below my feet undulated and shifted colors. I felt sick. The press of bodies from all sides stole the air from my body and I was sure I was going to snap, or at the very least throw up.
Then the bell rang for class, and the hallway cleared instantly. I was left in the middle of an empty hallway, sweaty and gasping for air. I fell against the lockers and tipped my head back, trying to stop the hallway from spinning. That’s when heard a locker slam. I jumped and looked down the hall toward the noise, only to see a girl making her way toward me. Wait. Not just any girl. Corinne. Oh shit. My eyes widened at the bruises still present on her skin. I gulped, suddenly wishing that the hallway was filled to the brim with people again.