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8:19 A.M.
Elle winced as her back collided with the floor, falling off the bed again. She groaned sleepily. She should be used to this.
It was Sunday, and she realized it was morning when she noticed the bright sunlight streaming through her second-story window. She hissed, jerked back, and rapidly returned to safety under the fallen blanket. Yes, definitely used to this.
"Argh, why, why, why?!" Elle muttered, fluttering around her silver room, pulling her hazel-colored waist-length hair in frustration. She tripped over a cord and stayed there, bored out of her mind. She needed to find something to do before she lost it. Anything.
She couldn't stand it here. 'Not with them', she thought. She quickly threw on a black hoodie and beige pants, nearly running out the door in rage. After what happened last night, Elle would happily kill to leave her home. She slammed the door shut and sprinted toward the streets.
8:47 A.M.
"God, I'm starved!" Elle madly whispered, cursing at herself for leaving with an empty stomach. Maybe I should go get some breakfast…
She sharply turned the corner at what seemed to be a coffee shop. She entered, happy with the sweet smell of the place. She instantly stopped when she noticed a man staring at her. Elle shuddered uncomfortably. Better to eat here since the nearest fast-food place happens to be three blocks and one highway from here… You'd have thought I know this place, living here for five years now… She thought darkly.
Elle strode over to the counter, chose a cupcake, a bottle of water, payed, and walked over to a random table. After finishing, she slumped on the table, tired. It was way too early; especially counting the time she slept last night. She dozed off.
9:15 A.M.
"Excuse me, Miss? Are you awake?" Said an apathetic voice. Elle would've thought she'd hear that from an employee here, but this guy sounded too bored. Bored! Elle sat straight up, curious about this man, but as soon as she saw him, her eyes widened and she instinctively scooted back.
It was the same guy who had been staring at her, with a brunette teen behind him. Unfortunately, she'd seen the teen before at school… Oh,right, 3rd period History. She stopped scanning him and concentrated on the man in front of her. Baggy white shirt, jeans, messy black hair, probably doesn't sleep, and… What the hell? No socks?!...
She blinked as the man continued, "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I was only trying to make sure you didn't get in trouble." The man murmured softly, in an attempt to calm her down, he could sense her uneasiness.
"Oh," she said surprised, "Thank you, I didn't realize I passed out."
"It's okay, I can help you with th-" The man stopped, gaping at her right shoulder when the sleeve slipped down. It was sporting a fresh wound, like she'd been stabbed. He roughly grabbed her arm and pulled down her sleeve completely; her whole arm was marked with cuts, bruises, and burns. Elle winced.
"Did you do this?" Came a harsh whisper from the once pleasant stranger.
Elle weakly shook her head. She pulled her sleeve back on. She looked at him sadly, like she wanted to say something, but quickly turned and dashed towards the exit.
Elle quickly made her way down the street, spotted an alleyway, rushed for it, but…
"AH, LET ME GO!" She shrieked, struggling against her classmate. He had a strong grip on her, not letting go. Elle let her head hang in defeat when she remembered his name. He was the top student.
"Light, please…" She whined. She looked up at him and she saw the other man walk up to them. She noticed he had terrible posture. Idiot, she mentally smacked herself, now's not the time…
"It's alright," the unfamiliar man cooed, "we can help."
Her eyes shut closed before she could help herself.