Deafening Silence

Chapter 16

Calla's POV

I got out of bed the next morning, groaning as my body screamed at me to go back into bed and at least try to sleep. Ignoring the protests from my aching muscles I stretched, cracking my spine back into enlinement and pulling my fingers through the knotted tangles I call hair as I walked towards the ensuit. After taking a cold shower I dragged my feet over to the closet pulling a dark purple tank top over my head and was searching for my black jumper when my phone rang.

I snatched it off of its spot on the bedside table looking at the caller id before answering tiredly, "Hey John."

"Hey where were you last night? texted you but you never answered."

"I went out- and before you say anything I'm not a child John I can go out if I damn well please."

"I never said you couldn't go out I just said that it'd be a bad fucking idea amica."

I scowled at his term of endearment before snarling down the line, "I'm not your fucking sweetheart John, you don't own me so stop telling me what I can do and what I can't."

I hung up beforw he could say anything else, angrily pulling on a pair of jeans and a dark jumper on before stomping out of my room with my headphones in hand, running down the stairs and slamming the front door behind me as I left the house.

I walked around the neighborhood a few times - it was only 6am so not many people were awake and the ones that were awake were leaving to work or getting ready for school. I popped my headphones in and turned on the loudest, angriest song that I had on my playlist as I made my way down the road towards the school.**

I made it to the school about an hour later, eyes blurry from exhaustion and practically limped my way into the school retrieved my books from my locker and headed to my first period class.

Determine not to fall asleep during the lesson I cranked my music as loud as it could go- nearly shattering my eardrums in the process- and stared at the chalkboard at the front of the room writing down in my note book everything the teacher drew and wrote. At some point during the class Billy reached over and poked my shoulder causing me to almost go into cardiac arrest but I continued to ignore him, not in the mood to be social with a pounding headache and cramps in muscles that I didn't even know to exist.

When the bell rang for lunch I somehow managed to drag my ass up out of the chair and make my way to the library where I could hopefully find some peace and quiet, god this fucking migraine is killing me. As I made the homestretch for the library I fell smack on my face on to the linoleum floor.

I groaned, ignoring the giggles of a group of girls that had witnessed my fall but made no move to help me up, pressing my hand to my nose feeling it become wet with blood.

I sighed and rolled my head back against my shoulders, having the  overwhelming urge to give up curl up on the floor and fall asleep. Closing my eyes tightly, I heaved off the floor lazily grabbing my bag and flicking my hair over my shoulder, I slumped into the library where a frantic librarian shoved tissues at me and politely told me to try not to bleed on the books while reading.

I snatched the tissues from her and made my way to one of the old love seats near the window of the library, plopping down in the chair and curling up nursing my bloody nose after I came to the conclusion that it wasn't broken just slightly bruised. Rummaging around in my bag I pulled out a spare book that I kept in case of boredom during class, as well as putting on some softer music to ease my headache.

I stayed put in the chair all during lunch and when the bell rang to go to next class I audibly groaned in distaste, practically crawling out of the chair to go to my last classes. I sat down at my desk just as the late bell rang and a familiar hand came down on my shoulder causing me once again to have a mini heart attack.