anonymous
2011-04-10 13:39:34 UTC
I never thought that it would come to this.
That after everything we had been fighting for, we would have to forget. We would have to lose. I wanted to shout out, to voice my opinion. Wrong or right, it would buy us time, or make the choice for us, but for once, I just couldn't do it.
Would you save yourself? If you knew one way or another someone had to die? Could you live with yourself afterwards? Nobility seemed like the only route to take, but no one could quite make that sacrifice. Not yet.
Chapter one
I opened my eyes and shuddered. Another nightmare, I thought with the amount of sleeping pills I was taking that it would stop. Obviously not.
Strangely it had been different this time. I wasn’t lost anymore. I wasn’t running, but it wasn’t me. I wasn’t finding the objective. I was the objective, and to be quite honest, that was what made it scary.
I never told anyone about the nightmares, putting the dark circles under my eyes down to being stressed. It made it easier. I hated questions, and if anyone saw me in the night, having a nightmare, it would inevitably cause a lot of them.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my family. I couldn’t trust myself, and I didn’t want to get them hurt as well as me. Because inside I was tortured. Raw and bleeding all the time.
I quickly threw on some skinnys and an old shirt before heading downstairs, first day back and I was running late – again. It wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy school, it was more; I preferred sleep to it. The teachers did get annoyed the first few times, but I guess they just got used to it.
“Late again Yasmine! At this rate you might as well only come in the afternoons!”
I glared at my maths teacher; yes I was late, no need to point it out,
“It is customary to apologise when you arrive late to class young madam!”
I gave her my filthiest look-
“SOZ!”
“Excuse me?”
“I said sorry”
I heard a few of the boys holding back laughter, that was good, but I shouldn’t have smiled-
“Go and sit at the back of the room-now”
She practically spat it at me, if you could do that through gritted teeth; I took my usual space beside Stan-
“Oh, you won’t be sitting there Yas”
I hated the emphasis she put on my name, I hated how every word she said to me was dripping in sarcasm, I hated her and all she stood for. The way she looked through me not at me, how every time she spoke she shook her head the tiniest bit. What was wrong with her? Did she have a nervous twitch or something? I didn’t even care, my eyes were too full of red.
I put on my sickliest smile.
“Where will I be sitting Mrs Kentley?”
She didn’t even speak; just a flick of her hand put my education on the line for the rest of term.
Jed Bullton? I didn’t think so!