66 Days Before 18th Birthday
FUCK!
Metal lockers hurt.
Particularly when you’re shoved face first into one.
While reading.
FUCK.
I think my nose is broken.
I’m definitely bleeding.
All over my book.
It’s ruined.
That was one of my favorites.
“Next time pay more attention Freak.”
I turn around, only to have my back shoved against the locker that just dented my face.
The halls are empty.
Except for the person in front of me.
For someone so petite, the girl who shoved me is very strong.
I’m not sure who she is.
Or why she’s shoving me into the lockers.
She’s really small, almost a foot shorter than my 6 feet 2 inch height with a tiny frame, a round face like a cherub and blonde hair in tight ringlet curls.
“You need to learn your place Freak. Someone like you has no business being around those of us who are better than you.”
Better than…
What?
What is she talking about?
She doesn’t even know me.
I can feel my bear trying to push forward.
My face and back hurt.
I’m confused and frustrated.
And it’s because of her.
What gave her the right to be upset at me.
I can feel a growl building up in my chest.
Fuck.
I’ve never shifted at school before.
I don’t want to now.
Pushing off the lockers I try to move past the angry girl, but she grabs my arm in a grip so tight I’m sure it will bruise.
Her long nails dig into my arm breaking the skin.
I can feel the blood trickling down my arm and from my nose.
I can feel my anger growing.
It feels hot.
My skin itches with the need to shift.
My bear wants to pin her down and roar in her face.
“Let go.” I manage to grit out.
I’ve never heard my voice like this.
A deep, low, growling rumble.
I don’t like it.
I don’t like any of this.
“I’m not going to repeat myself Freak. KNOW YOUR PLACE. NOW GET LOST FREAK.”
A strange feeling washes over me, all the emotions I was feeling seem to slip away.
It feels like a fog has descended over my mind.
She jerks her hand away from my arm and her nails rip along my bicep, leaving deep long gauges in my skin but I barely feel anything.
Shouldn’t that hurt?
Nothing hurts anymore.
Watching her storm away I struggle to understand what is happening.
I want to leave.
I can’t be here anymore.
I HAVE to go.
I’m supposed to be somewhere.
Where was I going before.
The library?
Nuka?
No.
I can’t go there.
I need to leave.
I CAN’T stay here.
I can’t go home.
I need to be……
GONE.
I don’t stop for anything.
I don’t tell anyone I’m leaving.
I just walk out the school door and start walking.
Wasn’t it cold before?
I can’t tell.
It’s snowing out now.
I think I should more than just my t-shirt but I can’t seem to bring myself to care.
I just keep walking.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I’m just walking.
Walking.
Must keep walking.
The forest grows up around me.
I’m just walking.
Walking….
Walking….
Walk….
Wa….
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