OKAAAAAAAYYYYYYY! TENTH CHAPTERRRRRRRR! FOR THAT SPECIAL REASON IT'S SKYLAR'S POINT OF VIEW!
"C'mon Sky you gotta get up sweetie." My aunt cooed. I opened my eyes, and smiled at her through the pain. She handed me a pill, the doctor had prescribed. I hate pills. I swallow it with water. I sit up. I have a pounding headache. "Are you sure you want to go to school? You don't ha-" I nod. She sighs and walks out.
I stand up and do my daily routine. I walk into my closet. I turn to my full length mirror. Bruises covered my body. I let out a shaky breath as I moved my hand down to place on my newly formed bruise on my stomach. I bite back the cry and shake my head at the tank top. I pull on a plain black sweatshirt with blue jeans and my white converse. Instead of putting my brown hair in its regular ponytail, I brush it leaving it out, but keep a elastic on my wrist. I walk out of my room and downstairs, seeing that I'm already running late. "Crap." I say under my breath. I decide to skip breakfast. I try and sneak to the door, but my aunt Kelly stops me. "Breakfast?" I shake my head and run out before she can stop me. I begin walking.
Nash immediately takes over my mind. He kissed me. I ruined it. He loves me. I ruined it. I had a chance. I ruined it. I feel the tears prick at my eyes, as one falls. I wipe it away quickly and realize I'm not wearing my glasses. I just need them for reading but I wear them all the time. Should I turn around? I take out my phone. I can't. I have like 5 minutes and school is right up ahead and I'd have a ten minute walk if I went back. I shake my head and jog up to the school yard. I stop at the parking lot. The bell rings. I groan loudly and run over to the doors.
I find my locker, opening it. I noticed the school is louder than usual. Wonder what gossip is floating around now. I pull out the things that I need and put away what I don't. I look down the hall to find Cameron. He keeps his head down, hoodie up. Should I call him? He looks like he's trying to hide. Why? "Cam!" I shout, he doesn't look up. "Cameron!" I shout again. No one seems to hear me shouting. I see him getting closer. I catch his wrist and yank him back.
He looks up at me, pissed. He has a black eyes. I put my hand on his cheek, my thumb stroking it. He flinches, I immediately apologize. "Who? What? When? Why? and How?" I ask. He looks around, cautious. "Nash. He hit me. Yesterday. When I tried to stop him from killing Taylor and hurting anyone else after Aaron." He explains. My body tenses, my hand still on his cheek. "Why? You didn't answer why." I repeat. He never hides anything from me. He bites his lip, taking a look around. "You."
I feel my breath hitch as I my hand now moves to hold his, but he yanks it away. I look him in his brown eyes. Their nothing like Nash's, but they were always comforting, inviting. Now they seemed as if there was a wall, a large keep out sign in front of a fence with barbed wire. I let out a shaky breath. "I gotta go." He mutters harshly, bumping with his shoulder. I close my locker, putting my now pounding head against the cold metal.
He was my only friend. The only person I had here. The person I could tell anything to. Hold and cuddle me when I cried, making sure that I was okay. I fought back the tears. They can't see me cry. At least not in public. Where everyone can see me. Where Taylor can see me. I walk slowly to my class, keeping my head down. I wish I had wore a hoodie so I could hide from the world. Like I always did. I walked into the classroom to find Mahogany and her squad. She laughed at a stupid joke a blonde said. I could hear how fake and forced it was. I sat in the back. I don't usually sit back here, but today I just want to hide.
I put my head on my hand to support it as it trace mindless patterns on the desk, patterns I used to trace on Cameron's hand. Cam's gone. I bit my lip as I felt the tears come again. I took deep shaky breaths. Calm down Skylar. As soon as lunch comes, we can ditch this place. A hand slams down in front of mine and I look up to find blue eyes. My body tenses. He smiles sickly and I feel scared. "Hey." I don't reply. My cheek stings and I reach up to touch it, burning hot. He hit me. I look up at him, sweeping the hair from my face. I thought he loved me. You don't hit the ones you love. I looked across the classroom to find Cameron watching. I looked up at Nash.
He looked guilty. He bit his lip. "Nash! Your seat!" The teacher yells, walking in. My bottom lip quivers and I don't know if I can hold them back anymore. I look up, my feet tapping anxiously. I don't blink often, knowing they'll come instead I time them. Knowing if I don't blink they'll come. Once they come I know I won't be able to stop.
I haven't heard a word the teacher has said. The bell rings. and I stand up grabbing my things. I try to run out but someone grabs my wrist, pulling me back. I knew it was Nash. The way his hand felt. The whole class had left, even the teacher. I don't dare look back. "Listen Skylar. I'm sorry. I thought if I made you feel bad about yourself that you wouldn't try to get with another guy cause I really like you. Who am I kidding! I love you! Please just don't be mad." His voice cracked.
I shut my eyes tight, but the tears still roll down my face. "Turn around please." He begs. No. Not this time. I yank my wrist free and walk out. I keep my head low, I have my backpack with me. I walk out the front doors. I continue to walk, my body shakes and as soon as I'm a good block away from school, I collapse onto the sidewalk, my body shakes, as I wail. Mostly from landing on my sore body and the other part that I'm just hurt.
I hear someone laugh, was that my mind? Was my mind laughing at how pathetic I am. "Hold on man." I hear a voice say. It sounds like a boy. I hear someone walking over. I open my eyes to find a pair of brown one's. Chestnut brown. He had dirty blonde almost brown hair. He looked concerned as he frowned. "Are you okay?" He asks. I open my mouth to say something, but choke on air, crying. "I call you back." He slips his phone his back pocket. He rolls me over onto my back. He slips his arm under my knees and his other cradling my head. He picks me up bridal style. He looks forward as he walks.
I want to ask who he is, where he's taking me. But I honestly don't care. Just as long as it's far from here. I notice he's in a uniform. Good, he doesn't go to my school. My head pounded with every step. I looked up at the grey sky, noticing birds flying by. I wish I could fly with them. Free. Away from all this pain. I close my eyes imagining I'm flying, the wind blowing softly, brushing my hair behind me. I felt free as I soared with the clouds. I dipped down, plummeting to the ground, only to pull up grazing the grass and finding my way back to safety up in the clouds. Where no one can touch me.
I open my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar bedroom. What happened? I sat up slowly, my body screams out in pain, disagreeing with me. I flew backwards onto the bed as it felt someone knocked me in my forehead with a hammer. I groan. My vision blurs, as I hear muffled footsteps. The door opens and I see a tall figure. I can't make out the face but it's a boy. I lay back down, a hand on my forehead. I shut my eyes tight. The bed sunk down beside me.
58, 59, 60.
I counted the seconds. It's been three minutes. I let out a shaky breath, as I felt the pain subside. I opened my eyes, blinking, readjusting my vision. I was right it was a boy. He had a worried look as he watched me, frowning. His burgundy vest long gone revealing a crinkled white button up, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair a mess. "Are you okay?" He asks. I nod slowly. I shifted moving over. I patted the spot next to me.
He smiled and laid down beside me. I cuddled into his side. Why was I cuddling him? I don't know his name! "So...what's your name?" I ask, looking up at him. He looks down at me with those big brown eyes. "Matthew. But people call me Matt. What's yours?" I bite my lip as he continues to look me in the eyes. It's intense and I want to look away but I can't. "Skylar. My name is Skylar." I say, forcing my eyes to look at the wall.
"You're so pretty Sky. So why were you crying?" I feel my cheeks heat up. "Just school problems." I shrug, not really wanting to share my burden with him. "Aren't your parents gonna freak when they find out that you skipped school? Then have a girl in your room?" I ask, curious, looking up at him. Meeting his brown eyes again. They just keep drawing me in. He chuckles at me, smiling.
"I don't live with my parents. I live with a few of my friends. I nod. "What's their names?" I ask. "You sure are curious." He jokes. "There's Shawn Mendes, Jack Johnson, Jake Foushee, Brent Rivera , Carter Reynolds, and Cameron Dallas." My eyes widen. He knows Cameron? "What's wrong?" He asks. I shake my head, pushing the thought away. "Just hungry." I lie. He laughs. "C'mon then." He grabs my hand, walking downstairs.
His hand is so soft, and it feels nicer than Nash's. STOP IT SKYLAR! Stop thinking about Nash! "Hey you want popcorn and we watch a movie?" He asks. "Sure!" My voice comes out high pitched, and I clear my throat as he laughs. I smile. "The movies are on the shelf." He says. I nod and walk into the living room looking on the shelf.
I pull out Lion King and put it in the Blu-ray player. I sit on the couch watching the previews.
I feel a tear roll down my cheek as Scar let's go of Mufasa's paw. I shake my head as I watch him plummet to the ground. I sniffle. Matt pulls me into his lap, holding me close, wiping the tear away. "You're too pretty to cry." He shakes his finger. I find myself giggling. "But it's Mu-" He shakes his head. I sigh and return to the movie.
The credits begin to roll and I sigh and I try to climb out of his lap but he won't let me go. "Matt, I gotta take the m-" He shushes me, pulling me even closer, nuzzling his head in my neck. I tense up at the sign of affection. "Relax. I won't hurt you baby." He whispers into my neck. I relax into his touch as he leans back against the sofa. I grab his hand and he entangles our fingers. I just met him and I think I'm already falling for him. I shut my eyes, just loving this moment.
"Skylar?!" I tense at my name, knowing that it's Cameron. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Matt releases me and I stand up. "I should go." I mumble, but Matt catches my wrist. "Let me walk you o-" Cameron cuts him off. "You don't want to get yourself involved with her Matt. It's a long road of trouble." Matt looks confused. "How do you-" He cut him off once again. "We go to the same school." With that he glared at me and walked upstairs.
Matt looks up at me. Emotionless. I rub my sweaty palms on my jeans, holding back the tears. I bite my lip, just hold them back. I run out the house. "SKYLAR WAIT!" He screams after me. I feel like those petty girls in those movies and how they run away from their lover. The tears stream down my face but I don't stop running. I just wanna leave this place.