#1. Run…

”Shit, shit, shit. ” I curse standing up on my feet and leaving the class

”Language Ms. Harding! ”

I ignore my teacher and bolt out of the class. I frantically check my phone noticing I have two minutes left to live or die.

I increase my speed as I run through the hallway. Give the quiet state of the school, classes are still on. But I couldn really care, not when Im in a life or death situation!

I make a right turn leading me to the back doors of the school.

”This is it. ” I say in my head

30 seconds left. This time I run like theres nothing in the world that can stop me. Theres nothing better than having just a bar of granola for breakfast – it gives you all the energy you need.

I place my hands on the doorknob, pushing it wide open and letting the bright light fall on me. It seems blinding at first but feels normal after a while.

The green grass comes into view. I feel at peace for a moment…until

”Where is it? ” A high pitched voice asks from behind

I dip my hands in my pocket, looking for the item in question. I give her a transparent sachet filled with white substance.

Drugs. Don judge me.

”Good job Rain. ” She smirks, chuckling evilly.

When will anyone ever say my name right? Not that it matters now.

Her facial expression changes into a hard line. Her eyes bore into mine, ”Wheres the other one? ”

I scoff, gritting my teeth, ”I can just go around stealing drugs. ”

I regret the minute I talk back when I feel the right side of my face sting.

”Never repeat this mistake again! We own you! ” She grabs my neck ad starts choking me.

Tear drops from my eyes. Why did my life have to suck this bad? Why could not this have happened to someone else?

After ten, grueling seconds, Im on the floor. My stream of thoughts, interrupted. Someone yanks my hair and I start whimpering under my breath.

”Now. There, There. Growing a pair of wings, are we? ” His deep masculine voice slices my soul into half; I brace myself for a near death beating.

I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate the fact that I was born. I hate being alive. I hate everything, everyone.

Nobody really cares, all they want is what they gain from me! And if I don give it to them willfully, theyll take it forcefully.

But why? Why do I have to be trapped in all this.

”Yknow. You were late today. I keep telling you, I hate tardiness. ” My face gradually goes numb from the reoccurring slaps.

”You don ever listen, do you? ” He smirks, taking out his knife

Im surrounded with echoes of laughter and haunting eyes.

Im getting number, feeling nothing at all as each second ticks by.

Slicing the knife through my skin, I feel the blood pouring out in excessive amounts. I slowly slip out of consciousness, feeling helpless as he undresses me against my will.


”Reina! ” Someones voice calls out my name, while holding me in their arms

”Its okay. ” My hair is brushed away from my face, as my back is rubbed in a soothing way.

I gasp for air, tears rolling down my face nonstop. I feel my whole world go dark, while choking on every breathe I take in.

”We have to do something! ”

”Yeah. Her panic attack has never been this bad. ”

”Do you think we should call the doctor? ”




Light fills my world as I wake up! My teary eyes take in the two figures beside me.

Little by little I adjust to my surroundings and slowly realize it w

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