"You do realize I now have to kill you right?" Cynthia Chalice hisses into my ear, her arm slowly pressing against my throat harder and harder making it difficult to breathe, my back shoved against the wall, no way of escaping. If she would just loosen up a little bit I could reach my knife… until suddenly she's on the other side of the room, sprawled out on the floor her head half underneath the wardrobe next to my bed. So I do the only thing that seems logical, I run. I run until I can't feel my legs, no more familiar surroundings in sight, my throat burns, and all I can think of is what is going to happen when Headmistress Waldorf finds out.
Maybe I should back up, my name is AnnaLane St. John, I'm a "delinquent" for what not even I know. Things happen to me, strange, disturbing things. So when I was 10, and I supposedly made a girl go insane from whatever I did to her, I was placed in a boarding school, for delinquent children; which is when I started carrying a knife around with me, after I was attacked when I accidentally stole someone's lunch, the funny thing, I never even touched food until about a week after I got there, but thanks to that, I have a scar running down from my lower rib cage to my left hip.
I don't know if anyone cares about me anymore, I barely even care about me, but if you're interested in my story, you'll listen.
Okay so I'm putting this up to see if anyone reads it. If you do read it, and have any sort of feeling towards it, like it, hate it, love it? Review and tell me, flames are welcomed, though they will probably be laughed at… sorry. If you want me to continue I will, if not, well you see where that goes.