Lost in Her Mind

One - Tanya

My pulse is racing.

My heart is pounding.

My blood is staining the floor.

It's safe to say I'm in a really bad position.

But I can't fix it.

Not yet.

I need a way out first.

And until then...

I'm stuck.

Sighing, I push myself off the bathroom floor. Then, I rush into my room, careful to not make a sound. They always come when I make even the slightest noise. 

I quickly throw on a black long-sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans.

Something that'll keep me invisible.

Then, I run downstairs, grab my backpack, and leave my hell.

I jump on my motorcycle and quickly weave my way through traffic to school. 

I'm smart, though.

I make sure I don't do anything stupid.

If I do, I'll be arrested, then punished.

Anyways.

Once I get to school, I park and run inside to grab my books.  Then I walk to first period, English. 

The bell rang as I sat down and the teacher started droning on about poetry.

It was another level of pure torture.

When the bell finally rang, I jumped out of my seat and rushed through the hallway to Chemistry. On the way there, I bumped into someone who had some blonde pressed against a locker, and they were definitely making out.

"Slut. Player. Assholes." I mutter under my breath,  pressing forward. When I got to class, I made a beeline for the seat furthest from the teacher. 

"You're in my seat." I hear someone growl. I look up and see the same asshole glaring down at me.

"Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?"I counter, matching his glare with one of my own. I wait for a response and when he gives me none, I scoff and look back towards the teacher's desk.

Suddenly,  I feel a hand around my arm and start to get dragged out of the seat. I cling to the seat and glare at the cause of my annoyance.  When he finds himself unable to detach me from the seat, he groans in defeat and slumps into another chair, right next to mine.

I smile in victory and turn my full attention to the teacher who didn't even bother trying to stop the asshole from removing me from the seat. He begins to drone on about the lab we're going to start next week. Then, he says something that makes my heart stop.

"Your partner will be the person to your right in odd rows and left in even rows."

"Fuck... This is bad. I'm so fucked. I'm dead.  Please kill me now." I mutter, praying to whatever god is listening. Why? Because my new partner is the asshole to my right.

"Well, I was goingto ruin you immensely,  but this is a far better way to make you suffer, isn't it?" Said asshole remarks. "By the way, I'm Drew."

"And I don't give a fuck." I shoot back.

"Why so pissed? Did I hurt your feelings?" Drew the asshole says, mocking me.

"No, I just don't like you.  Now shut up so I can contemplate how best to murder you." I retort.

"Feisty. I like it. You must be good in bed." Drew replies.

"You'll never know." I mutter. Then, the bell rings and I make a quick exit.

The rest of the day is rather uneventful and I struggle through it, still feeling the pain from the morning.  When the day finally ends, I rush to my bike and quickly make my way back home, to hell.

I quietly go inside and run upstairs, not wanting to face the hell beings. When I manage to get inside my room without having an encounter,  I sigh in relief. 

I'm finally able to tend to my wounds.

Luckily for me, they only cut a little bit into my skin. When I finish cleaning the gashes, I release a breath I've been holding in all day.

There's nothing I can do about the bruises littering my body though. 

When that's over, I collapse into bed and fade away instantly, thinking about the asshole I'm going to have to deal with for a while.

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A/N Hey hope you enjoyed the first chapter.  I'm going to try to update on Saturdays but I won't always be able to. Thanks!