SAVE ME

ONE

                 He made her, his canvas and painted her red.

The girl lay on the floor her black hair matted around her. Her bloody wounds were open and left to sting at the pain of the harsh wind blowing against her skin.

Her mother opened the door only to be met with the sight of her daughter battered on the porch of their home. She brought her hands to grab on to her chest as she let out a painful wail. A mother's cry for her child. 

            It had been a few months ever since her mum had found her on the porch. It had also been two months since her little sister Methlia found her on the floor of their bathroom. The mirror was shattered to pieces and a few lying near her. Her wrists were slit too as blood slowly dripped on to the floor draining the source of her existence. They did everything they could and nothing worked. There was only one option left.

Run.

More like move, but it was all the same. She was running, wasn't she? Running from the evidence of her breaking.

They were sending her on a sabbatical. She would return at the start of her senior year.

Hopefully, all would be better by then.

Her mom had said they'd be moving towns too. Her dad had gotten a job that paid a lot more than his current one. At least he had looked for one.  She hadn't judged anyways, she didn't want to stay. Anything to stop her from seeing everything that reminded her of him.

Looking once again out the window she smiled.

Finally, far away. Far, far away.

Veera walked into her new school, Quinton High School, taking a step after another. Her heart was beating furiously and a million questions were bustling through her mind. Everything and everyone was a blur. One question was loud and clear as it stuck out like a thumb among the mass of whispering noises.

What if they are just like them and I'm not good enough?

Her little sister, Melia walked beside her as they both entered the school. "It's going to be OK," Melia assured her. "I know Meth. I just hope that I can handle it."Veera mumbled quietly.

V E E R A

Getting in class with a kind girl next to me as she showed me the way around, I tried to keep a smile on my face. I had decided that there's one thing I won't do wrong this time. I won't show them my weak side, I don't know what they will think of me. If they ever found out why I'm here in the first place. But I'm not letting my guard now. There's way too much at stake.

Sitting in an empty seat at the middle of the class. Few girls came over to where I was seated and talked to me. As I had perfectly taught myself I answered them with all the happiness in the world praying it sounded as real as I made it out to be.

After settling in there was an announcement to go to the school hall for the first day of the school assembly. 'I'm gonna sleep through it if they bore me', I thought to myself.

Nobody cares about your opinion Veera.

The voice in my head whispered with its sultry but scratchy tone. I could already feel my breath get caught up in my lungs as they started to feel constricted and all locked up inside. Wanting to tear out of me so furiously.

No..not again. I thought to myself in utter horror.

Taking deep breaths I tried to calm myself as much as possible. It has only been a few minutes Veera, you can't give up now.

The assembly went on quickly and before I knew it we were all going out of the multipurpose hall and back to our respective classes. Entering the class for the second time I took my seat. The others hadn't arrived yet so I took out my phone and plugged in my earphones, letting the sounds from my impending playlist carry me away. Lost in my own world I began to hum in a low voice to the melody of Adele's Someone like you. 

My heartbeats were finally going back to normal and I was at peace with myself. I went on for about thirty minutes when people finally started piling in.

Taking my earphones off I put on my practiced smile, sat upright and looked forward at the board, patiently tapping my foot lightly. A clear sign I was nervous but not many noticed and those who knew me brushed it off as me singing to a song in my head. Apparently its something I do a lot.

Finally, the teacher came into class for the first lesson of the day, Advanced Mathematics. This was my favorite subject, I could seriously be considered a geek or a nerd for it but I just simply don't care. Not anymore anyway, caring for other people's opinions is the reason I'm here now in the first place. I'm an A student and all but Maths just does it for me you know. Like my own guilty pleasure that I'm not ashamed of. And maybe in the past, I let myself get carried away with people's judgemental glares but my therapy has helped me learn to get over that.

That's right you shits. Hate all you want but math is bae.

Bringing back my attention to the teacher who was introducing us to Senior year of high school. 

"My name is Mr. Myers and I will be your Maths teacher this year. I expect full cooperation from you guys." he paused to give everyone a glance to make sure we were listening then added, "Since you all probably know each other from last year there's no need for introductions. Well except for one student, I'd like for her to come up front and introduce herself."

Taking a huge gulp of breath and running my fingers through my hair I stood up from my seat and went to the front of the class.

"My name is Veera Adams. The newest addition to this class and I'm happy to know you all. Thank you."

I said quickly but not in a rushed tone and then walked back to my seat. The lesson went on and ten minutes before it ended there was a knock at the door. Two Greek gods got in after the knock.

Is this some type of clique school or something?

I'm guessing these are the bad boys.

They both seemed to not care for what the teacher was complaining about since one was looking around for seats and the other was stuck on their phone. The one looking around had pale skin, gelled back midnight black hair. He was in a tight-fitting white T-shirt of sort paired with black ripped jeans and a sports jacket with the school's logo on it. Instead of a scowl like his friend he had a smile on his face instead. His friend, on the other hand, had ruffled black hair with light shades of brown, his skin was a tanned honey blonde and he was dressed like his friend except that he had a black v - necked T-shirt on instead.

After settling in their seats the teacher gave out assignments and left. When the bell rang everyone hurriedly got out of class to their next class. When everyone had left I  slung my bag on my shoulder and started walking out of the class too but as I neared the door I noticed that the guys who came in late were still there.

The smiley guy came up to me and asked:" Haven't seen you here before, you're new?"

I gave him a slight nod and went on walking but he followed me and so did his friend.

"I'm Jayden and this grumpy troll I walk with is called Ace. What's your name beautiful?" he said as he gestured towards his friend.

That smile was beginning to irritate me. Plastered so perfectly on his face and the fact that it even seemed genuine. He literally looked like those types of people who had it going perfectly.

Shifting my gaze from Jayden to Ace I replied:" I'm Veera and you two ought to stay out of my way."

Leaving Jay gaping like a fish and Ace hardening his stare on me I walked away towards my next class.

If they think they can get through my walls then they're all in for a pleasant surprise.

See you around Ace. It was nice knowing you.

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If life is a battle that's yet to be won, I'd rather be a soldier that's yet to be born.

                   anonymous