This is a story of a 15 year old girl. She is surrounded by a group of bullies in friends clothing. Her "Friends" bully her as she is different. She is threatened that if she moves away, she will be killed. Will she break free of the monsters?


7. Revealed

I sat there crying. Partly because I was scared of Scarlet, partly because I told someone. Mrs Clintoff walked over to me and tried to comfort me by repeating "Everything will be OK..." But what did she know? She was an old woman, but the words, although they meant nothing, were nice to hear. 

She mumbled something, however I was sobbing too hard to hear exactly what she said, then she left me. I stood up, deciding I was done with crying, I wiped my cheeks with my long sleeves and wrapped my arms around myself, not knowing what to do. How long would Mrs Clintoff be gone for? I don't think I want to be alone in here for much longer. It felt creepy with all the posters of bodies and plastic organs sitting on shelves.

I wondered what Mrs Clintoff was doing, she'd been gone for about 45 minutes. As if  she had read my mind she burst through the door, she looked quite fed up but plastered a smile on her face. She shut the door behind her carefully so it wouldn't make a sound, then sat in front of me and held my hands in hers.

"I told the head master what you told me and he's going to get things sorted, but you have to understand that this is a very big problem and the police will have to be involved." I felt my heart jump up my throat like it wanted to tell her as much as I did, that that was a terrible idea. I started to cough like I was chocking. She slid next to me and patted me on the back until I stopped coughing. I sprang to my feet and immediately began to pace. I dug my nails into my arms so hard that I could feel the skin being pierce, I ignored the pain and racked my brains to find the right words to say...

"I... I can't to the police... I can't talk to anyone. I-I wont." She sat there, staring at me, letting me pace like a nutcase. She smiled at me sympathetically; I was beginning to despise that smile.

"Look, Hunny" That Hunny sounded familiar. She had a lite English accent, but I could hear something that emphasized an anomaly in way she spoke. It was a heavier sound that tainted her soft voice; it sounded like something said by someone from Yorkshire.

"you have to talk to someone. Besides, Scarlet has already been taken."

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