Haunting Heaven

Week Three

Ever wondered how great it felt to take a breath again? Ever wondered how good it felt to feel safe after a long time?

Actually, scratch that.

Yes, I took a fresh intake of breath, but I still wasn't safe.

Even though he was supposedly sick, his friends were there. They were watching me.

I could feel them.

I could feel their heated eagle glares as I rushed passed from class to class.

I could feel their taunting words echoing in my ears.

I could feel my heart sinking with every syllable muttered on me.

"Stupid whore."

"Bitch."

"Hideous."

"Pathetic."

My fists curled protectively over my sketch book. I wanted to leave but I couldn't. What if they followed? What if they pounced on me again?

So instead I silently took deep breaths and whispered calming words to myself.

"You'll be alright Heaven. You'll be alright."

But will I really?

I wasn't safe.

"Stupid."

"Poor."

"Screw-up"

"Nerdy."

"Bitch."

"Filthy."

"Revolting."

"Whore."

Words echoed in my mind. Like bees they attacked and wouldn't go away.

My ears hurt. They bled. The words were like car horns, scary and intimidating.

Useless.

Freak.

Vile.

Repulsive.

I blocked my ears with my palms and cringed deeply. "Stop stop stop." I muttered.

But my mind wouldn't shut off. My mind would pelt block out their hurtful words.

"Ugh."

Picking up my books and school bag, I booted out the door, with an angry teacher cursing me out.

But I didn't care. I needed to escape.