Choosen

The light blinded me as I entered a long, thin corridor. A pain rushed through my torso like 1,000 knives. I used my hand to prop myself up against the snow white walls whilst cradling my stomach, the walls and floor around me started to change colour.

A deep, crimson red. 

My blood.

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I woke up with a pathetic cry, my silk bed sheets plastered onto my sweaty body. I looked at my alarm clock, 4am. The dark world outside my window looked about as univiting as trying to get through another day at school. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop from under my bed; logging on I could see I was the only person awake. Though I had a couple of emails, one was from my best friend Jade:

"Hey em, you'll never guess who asked me out?! Well you might of guessed but I'll explain tomorrow morning when we're on the bus! :)"

I could only guess that it would have been Gio, my friend Jade has always liked him since he moved over from Italy. All of the girls in our year like him, though I seem like the only one who knows he is a jerk.

My door drifted open, Jonathon my older brother stood looking at me, "Emilia, what on earth are you doing? It's 4am!" I hated it when he called me 'Emilia' everyone else calls me Em. Jonathon's always been old fashioned. He calls it 'etiquette', I call it being a stuck up idiot. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it, but everything Jonathon does annoys me.

I put down my laptop and pretended to collapse back into bed. As soon as I heard his footsteps disappear into the other corner of our house I got back up again. This time I decided to get dressed and finish my algebra homework I didn't complete the night before due to boredom.

2 hours later I was ready for school, I was in my skinny jeans, white tee, hoodie and converse. I could of imagined Jade's face when I meet her at the bus stop, the disappointed look of me not wearing anything pink. She was very girly, always the centre if attention, meeting boys, meanwhile I was just that girl who hung around with the very popular Jade Winsit - the nobody.

My brown hair wasn't that bad though, slightly curly and shoulder length, usually it sticks out awkwardly in a million different directions.

Jonathon soon came downstairs and joined me in the kitchen, it was just me and him, Mum and Dad had gone missing after a boating accident, so he was in charge, 18 years old with a great responsibility.

After taking a kiwi and an apple he left, saying no goodbyes. I was washing up his plate when I saw it.

Across the garden, there was a man in the shadows, his brown eyes staring at me.