Amorette:

Against the sunrise, dusty pink clouds dappled the sky, looking a bit like soft flames engulfing the Earth. The wind blew through my hair, leaves swirling in small groups of cyclones. Something in my head urged me to turn around. Far away on a simple bench was a guy's silhouette. Dressed in all black, I was intrigued by him. I took a few small steps forward and froze. He slowly turned toward me, revealing his side profile. Suddenly, everything began melting, dripping red causing this gorgeous world to collapse. Brittney's cackling broke the fall air and with each moment passing the world collected around me as a sea of red. I went under and couldn't breathe, and when I tried I got a mouthful of the infamous metallic taste of blood.

I shot up, my breathing fast and labored. I felt tears venture their way down my face.

I peeked over at my alarm clock resting on my nightstand. 6:00 am. 25 minutes until my alarm was meant to go off. I slid out of bed, unable to rest after that dream.

I quickly changed into a simple tan turtleneck and old jeans and laced up my jet black combat boots. My closet contains mainly clothing with a neutral and pastel color palette. With a few pairs of shoes, mainly boots, I end up wearing the same pair every day. I went through my daily routine and ventured outside into the crisp, cool air. I walked to the corner of my road, Garnet Street.

"Well well," I heard a voice shrill from behind me," It's the freakshow".

Brittney. On Mondays, she's much more brutal than normal, more than likely because she was up all night partying and didn't get her 'beauty sleep'.

I heard an unusually loud engine echoing in the distance, the school bus no doubt.

'Hurry up' I thought 'Please'.

"What's wrong huh? Trouble in paradise," Atlanta, one of her fellow bitches taunts.

"Speak when spoken to," Brittany yells, and shoves me violently from behind to the ground.

I just lay there as I heard the bus approach, and got up composing myself quickly. The hiss of hydraulics sounded and the school bus doors were open. The princesses of the school marched pass, taking care to shove my shoulder in the process. I boarded and sat exactly two seats behind the bus driver. Away from the chaos unfurling in the rear.

I pulled out a random book from my black backpack, and read for the whole bus ride, pausing when I felt nauseous.

The whispers of guys and quiet swooning of girls took over the loud gossiping and yelling at the next stop.

Once again the doors opened and I heard heavy steps coming up the stairs.

"He's so hot".

"Who's he?"

"What's up with this guy? Pissed much?"

I looked up and saw a boy, jade green eyes and midnight black hair. Dressed in all black, he made eye contact with me. I quickly looked down and tried to read while I heard him try and find a seat. He was tall and dreamy, diamond stud earrings with light freckles sprinkled across his cheeks.

My mind filled with worry immediately. What if he's one of them? What if Brittany sends him after me? What if, what if, what if. My breathing became shallow, and my throat and chest tightened up.

'Deep breathes' I told myself 'All you have to do is stay away.'

Right. If he doesn't know I exist, I'm less likely to be a target.

Finally, the bus arrived at Waterford High school, and I quickly scurried off the bus.

While arriving at my locker, I felt a sense of Deja Vu. I feel like I know him like I've met him before. I shook my head slightly and sorted my books then went to homeroom.

I read quietly in the corner by the window, immersed in a book. I felt an object collide with my face. On my desk rested a crumpled up ball of paper. It read 'Now now, don't go slutting around the new guy too soon' I knew instantly who it was from. I looked to my right and of course, saw Brittany smirking like the Cheshire cat at me. She gave a small wave from her front desk and turned around, focusing on whatever was on her phone.

Briiiiiiinnngggggg. I gathered my things and headed to the first period, Spanish.

"Buenos Dias, Senora," I greeted Mrs. Ramirez.

She nods in my direction and I took my seat in the front corner of the room. Right by the windows again. I don't really know why I like sitting next to the windows. It's just peaceful and kind of serene there. I pulled out my packets and soon enough, the class was over. I went into the hall and bumped into someone. As I was falling, big ass hands grabbed me by the waist.

"Are you okay?" a deep voice asked.

I panicked, images popping in and out of my head like a strobe light. I quickly pull myself away, feeling his hand slightly lift up my sweater. I fix my glasses and looked up. Slower than intended because this dude is tall. It's the guy from the bus. Next to him was Everest and Percy. Boys that bullied me throughout Middle school for being heavy.

"Woah," I heard Everest whisper.

"Are you okay?" the boy repeated.

I nodded and attempted to leave for Algebra, but a hand grabbed me roughly by my left arm. My cuts burned and pinched and I hissed in pain.

"Hold on there, what's the rush? At least tell me your name darling," Everest asked.

I looked him square in the face and realization seeped into him. I searched frantically around, breathing heavily. I wiggled a bit and tried to leave again.

"Amorette?" he questioned, "Hey".

Middle school came rushing back to me. Him pinning me against the wall while Percy yelled encouragement. Him smacking me repeatedly until I was well bruised, kicking me until I begged him to stop. Please stop, please no.

"Stop," I muttered, "No no, stop, getaway".

I looked up, my vision is blurry. He looked confused and possibly a little bit scared.

I kept muttering and struggling but he kept his hold.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worry painted on his face. His white hair flopped back and forth as he struggled to hold on.

I managed to rip myself free, my arm burned, beginning to feel damp. The fresh ones were back from their drought, flowing again with sticky blood, just as when the blade first carved them.

By the gym, there's a bathroom that practically no one goes to. I speed walk there and lock myself in a stall. I pull out my razor from my bag, small, compact, and a tiny miracle. I made three new red rivers before I felt better. Taking the toilet paper, I dabbed at my wrist until it stopped flowing. I just sat there, numb and tired.

"Hello, are you there?" someone voice questions. It's him.

A/N: Ooooo mystery guy eh? So we've established everyone and their roles, but more importantly, who do you think the person is? Everest? Percy? Or Mr. Newbie?

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