Sweeter Than Fiction by Taylor Swift

Hit the ground, hit the ground, hit the ground, oh, oh, only sound, only sound that you hear is "No", you never saw it coming, slipped when you started running.

After my terrifying night, I'm on edge. I didn't sleep much last night. I woke up at 6am and just decided to get up. I got dressed into my uncomfortable leotard and tights, did my bun with an unhealthy consumption of hairspray and dabbed on minimal makeup. 

Upon realizing I never called Grayson before bed last night when I said I would I begin scrambling around for my phone. I can't tell him anything, it's too risky given the threats offered if I did. But he asked for me to call and check in, I owe him that much.

Last nights events flash back to me once again and I remember the intense flushing and smashing of my phone.

It's definitely for the better. But I will have to call Grayson after class and tell him I 'dropped my phone'. 

I race to my car for now though, checking everywhere to make sure theres nobody in the vehicle to kill me as I'm driving to school.

I park at the 'Parent and child' spots right by the door, because let's face it, parents and kids don't have an obsessive stalker watching their every move and threatening them. I slam the car door shut and lock it instantly, racing up the concrete staircase to enter the dance building. Once I'm inside I feel a weight off my chest, there are plenty people around to ensure nobody harms me.

I still race to class though, arriving 20 minutes early. The sign on the door informs me class will be held across the road at Harvard's campus due to our barre being broken and the other classes already being occupied. 

It strikes me as weird initially but upon thinking I realize that Harvard and MAD are always sharing facilities when it's needed. 

So I head in the direction of the large infamous campus, it's only a 5 minute walk. I would probably be safer driving, but I feel safe knowing all the Harvard students are arriving for their first classes. 

I smile upon seeing Maddie's boyfriend, Tristan, Grayson's old roommate. "Yoooo... Mrs Bronco!" He calls out, acting just as drunk as he does at the parties. He wraps an arm over my shoulder and starts walking me inside the building I'm heading for. 

"What you doing over here?" He ponders, "Ballet class is in one of Harvard's studios today." I inform him plainly.

"Sweet, will Maddie be in that class?" Tristan asks, "Yeah, should be." I nod, glad to have someone strong enough to protect me if this deranged stalker jumps out.

"I'll swing round after my lecture, gotta give her my keys." He nods. 

I can't help but ask him the question that's been killing me since I met him. "What's your major?" I ask finally. I mean he seems dumb, but he's in Harvard so surely he has to have some brain cells in there.

"Oh, physics." He says nonchalantly. I have to stop myself from gaping at him. I've heard that's one of the hardest courses available. I mean physics? I was expecting like computer science, because I've at least heard people say thats one of the easier ones.

"That's.. that's cool." I laugh gently.

"Dance studio's up the stairs, straight ahead and last door to the right." He pats my back and heads off back to his herd of friends. 

I head inside the large building and follow his directions, finding a desolate dance studio. Inside, I dump my bag and begin stretching. Falling to the splits with one leg extended on the barre I wait patiently for my teacher to arrive.

Once I'm fully stretched and prepped, I find myself atop the balance beam at the opposite side of the room. This studio doubles as a gymnastics room, I mean it's pretty big so I suppose pushing all the equipment works fine.

All the equipment, including this is propped atop a small stage, so if I fall one way I'd fall into more equipment, but if I fall the other way I'd literally drop 7 feet.

In a bored spur, I find myself attempting my ballet routine on the beam. With point shoes balancing dangerously on the thin space, I spin and leap. 

It's actually surprisingly fun, but equally it's more difficult than I would think.

I prep myself for a jeté, springing off the beam and soaring gracefully through the air.

Black.

That's all I see.

Everything happens in slow motion. 

The whole rooms black. 

Am I dead? 

Did I fall?

No, I'm still in the air.

My thoughts fly by, one second I'm in the air, and the next I'm trying to land my jump but missing the beam because I can't see. 

What happened? Why can't I see? 

The darkness grows darker as I fall, and suddenly my thoughts stop entirely.

(a/n. Was the song choice foul? It doesn't even go I just kept singing 'hit the ground hit the ground hit the ground oh oh' when I was writing this cause she literally hits the ground oh oh. Anyway, thanks for reading, sorry for the short chapter, if I can get my shit together tonight it'll be a double update)