TORN

Chapter 3...

A tap on my shoulder wakes me, opening my eyes I try to remember falling asleep but all that comes to mind is those blue eyes, the voice, the sinking feeling...

...dread

Am I losing my mind? My mom is crazy but not in a way I'd think she had mental health issues.

Why do I hear this voice, the voice that isnt mine, the voice belonging to those eyes, eyes that seemed to see inside me, to my very core... I need help... before I go crazy... Where is Caleb.... I need to talk to someone I can trust but can I trust someone who just up and disappears on me, no note, no warning... is he ok... where has he gone ....

My mind is spiralling, I feel like I'm breaking, sinking.... I feel lost. not physically but myself, my inner being, my soul.

"Ahem" I'm pulled from the abyss of my thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat, glancing up I finally register the old bus driver standing next to my seat looking annoyed. "Are you planning to sit here all day, this is the last stop so you need to get off or buy a return ticket, I haven't got all day" My cheeks turn red, almost the same colour as my hair and a shade lighter than my name as I gather myself together and get up from my seat, eyes lowered "Sorry" I say as I slide past him and exit the bus.

Standing on the bus stop I glance around, I'm not even sure how I ended up here, well I got on the bus to here but I don't remember arriving, I don't remember anything since the darkness took me, did I fall asleep? did forcing my eyes open for so long give me a brain aneurysm? Questions, no answers. 16 years old and losing my sanity.

I pull my phone from my pocket, checking the time. 8:40 am, School doesn't start til 9 so I can still make it. 15:11 jumps to my mind, only 6 hours and 31 minutes away..

My feet start moving on there own, treading the path I take daily, volunteering myself up for the onslaught of teenage hormones my prison holds, that's what school feels like to me, I'm not popular, I keep myself to myself, I try to be invisible but I guess magic isn't my Forte because I'm still seen, still judged, still tortured.

The thing about my school is that its not normal, it isn't like the schools on TV, of course it has kids, cliques, nerds, popular kids, all that Jazz but under all the "normal" its bizarre. I swear I've heard boys growl at others for making eye contact, girls throw themselves at men like they are thirsty and can never have water again. teenagers with muscles that seem to be chiseled from marble, I accidentally brushed my arm walking past a guy once and I swear I was cut from the electric feeling that coursed through my arm but I checked, nothing.

But here I am, at the doors of this hell I can't hide in,my feet pounding up the steps, each step heavier like im walking through a bog.. my mind in a gutter, maybe I should just go home... is my last thought before those big oak doors close behind me sealing me to my fate.