War of words.

Him

My name comes out in a loud purr. It sends shivers down my back. "Who the f**k are you?!" I say it with such worry in my voice. But I will not back down from him. "Calm down darling, you will have a panic attack if you continue." Why in any world would he be worried about me. "Get out right now before I call the police!" I will not be afraid of this man. "Okay I will leave, but we will meet again. We have unfinished business." I rage with anger, I dart for the shadow. Before I can get close he slips out the window, disappearing into the dark. Then with a loud bang, Sierra and Hank, my foster father, rush in with bats. "Lilith! what's going on?" Hank sounds so scared, but is trying to be brave for us. I try to tell the truth of what happened, but I find it impossible to release the words. "I don't know..it was just a bad dream." What? I didn't want to say that! What's going on? I feel so helpless. Before I can say anything else my foster parents leave with relief and slight anger. I can't speak the truth right now no matter how much I try. I suddenly feel so tired I think I might fall to the ground. I make it to my bed and pass out into a deep sleep.

I wake up to another pounding headache. I slowly get up from bed and walk to the bathroom. I take a look at myself and gasp. I look like s**t. My face is almost purple with a giant whelp on my check. There's no way I can cover this with makeup, but I can try. I walk back to my room to grab a sweater and black leggings, perfect for a chilly day. As I change and go back to the bathroom to fix the damage on my face. I notice something odd. There's a moon shaped tattoo below my ear. What the hell? I try to scrub it away, but it stays. Weird maybe it's from the hospital. I'll ask Sierra. Once I reach the first floor I hear my parents talking of something strange. "Hank, she needs to know. How long can we keep this from her?" She says it was such sadness in her voice. "She doesn't need to know, God knows what will happen once she knows. She probably won't even believe it!" I clear my throat to let them know I am waiting. My mother quickly garbs her keys and walks out the door with me hot on her heels. 

Once I reach the school, I dread even waking up this morning. I hate this place more then Hell itself. As I walk into the building I feel all eyes on me. I hurry to my locker and shove my items into the small locker. After that I rush to 1st period, Physics. As I reach the class and sit in my regular spot in the back, I notice I new kid. He's sitting one row ahead of me. How could I not notice him? I can hardly see over him, he has to be at least 6'5. Mr.Sep walks into the class with his usual happy face and so begins the school weeks.