It All Started with the Devil

"Did he really just kiss me"

          I woke up the next morning not ready to do this all over again. My nose was throbbing and hurt really bad, and not to forget the fact that I had this huge thing on it. It looked hideous, but apparently I had to keep it on for 3 days while it healed. That means 3 days of getting made fun of for having this thing on my nose.

       I didn't even finish school yesterday. I have no clue who is in my 2 or 3 or 4 block. All I attended was 1 block which was pretty decent but only because of Alex. I feel like me and Alex are going to become great friends this year. That's the only thing I'm look forward to most. I didn't really have any good friends at my old school, but now that I've moved back here to Minnesota. I could actually have a real best friend. Not someone to act like they are my best friend then go be hind my back and say awful things about me.

I jumped in the shower real quick and blow dried my hair to where it was straight. I put some make up on to make my face look a little descent, I couldn't do much because of the nose splint. I got dressed in a short flower dress with a sweater and long boots that cover my knee.

       I actually tried to look cute, so I could make an impression on the people in the rest of my classes. I don't always what to be known as the girl who bled all over the schools hallways. For once, maybe I want something more than what I have usually gone through. I want friends that care and maybe even a boyfriend.

        " honey hurry up so you can eat breakfast before you leave!" Her voice echoed in the stair case as she yelled that from the kitchen. She is so persistent on making sure I have enough time to eat every morning. I even try to take longer just so I have to miss the meal, but there is no fooling her.

       "Okay I'm coming!" I got down stairs and sat down really quick. I grabbed a banana before peeling it and eating the whole thing. I got up from the table hoping she would think that was enough.

       "You need to eat more than just a banana honey, you know you won't be eating lunch until 12." She stated with her motherly tone. Little does she know I won't be eating lunch at all. I gave her an annoyed look but still obliged by grabbing some yogurt from the fridge. I sat down and gulped it down as fast as I could. The fast I eat the food the less I have to think about it. Once I finished, I grabbed my book bag and keys from the living room and headed toward the door.

     "Bye honey, I hope you have a better day today than you did yesterday!" She yelled to me as I was opening the door.

      "Thank you nana, you have a good day too. I'll see you after school." I said while exiting the house. I closed the door behind me as I walked to my car and unlocked it and got in and to drive to school. When I got in the parking lot I parked in the same spot I did last time; I guess this is going to be my spot for the rest of the year. Right next to that jeep and punch bug.

Right when I walked into school, people started to stare at me, and not like the good kind of stare like I'm hot. Like the bad kind of stare, like there is something wrong with me. I didn't like all this attention. I didn't know if it was because of me falling in front of everyone, or if it was because I have this huge ugly nose splint thing on my nose, but they are all eyeing me. I already have issues with my body and now I have issues with my face. One day, I hope life works out. The eyes pierce through me making my lungs close up. I struggle to get a breath in as I try to not let them get to me.

I quickly tried to find the closest bathroom. I was starting to freak out, and needed to get out of that hallway. I could take all the staring; all I could think about was how ugly I was. I haven't had a panic attack for 6 months now. Not since the first day I started at my rehab. The day I had to eat my first meal in months.

I was running so fast to get somewhere, I didn't even see him. I didn't even knock him over but he still noticed me. I didn't stop to see if he was okay or to help pick up his books; I just kept running. I felt like if I didn't get to the bathroom I was going to explode. I probably looked like a crazy lady who just got out of the psych ward, but I was in desperate need of air. 

I needed to be in my own space where no one could see me; I ran into the closest bathroom I saw and quickly locked myself in the last stall. I sat in the corner with my knee close up against my chest and tried to slow my breathing. I thought I was dying, I was starting to get light headed. I was running out of air. I couldn't breath. I thought getting to a room by myself would help but it didn't. It was like I didn't want to breath anymore. It felt as if my whole body was giving up on me.

"Red face are you in here?" I heard him yell into the bathroom. Why is he in the girls bathroom. Did he fallow me in here. " I saw you come in here so just show me where you are." I didn't move but my breathing got heavier. I think he noticed because he knew exactly what stall and opened the door.

" red face what happened?" He asked as he stood above me. He honestly looked concerned for me but I wouldn't know why.

"I-I can't make I-I-it stop, I-I-it hurts. J-just leave m-m-me a-alone." I pushed out in smal breaths And that's when it happened. I was at lost of words. He got closer and closer and put his left hand on my face, moving his thumb in little circles against my skin. At first, it shocked me but then it was the only thing I could think of. The circles created tingles across my skin. "I'm going to help okay, just trust me." He pleaded before he did the one thing I didn't expect to happen. He moved his lips closer and closer to mine until he finally pressed them against mine. sending shivers all through my body. it was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was quick and small, but I felt as if I was on cloud 9. It was like in that moment, everything went away. I didn't have to worry about people or my weight or the comments; all I could focus on was him. After the kiss, our eyes met and I never noticed how grey his eyes actually are.

     "I saw in a tv that kissing someone stops a panic attack. At first I wasn't sure it was gonna work, but I was right your breathing slowed down. Well my work here is done, have a nice one red face." He said while winking and smirking at me on his way out of the bathroom. Did that really just happen. Did he just really...
Kiss me.