Pulling my hood over my head, I shrunk in on myself. It was too loud, too crowded, too hot, and too bright. I don't know how I had survived riding a school bus before. Unnoticed I stroked the pocketknife I now carried, the one I had carried since the incident, as I had now dubbed it. What I wouldn't do to use it now.
I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes, imagining what it would feel like to grab one of these idiots, pull out my knife, and slit their throat. I could almost feel the warm blood gushing onto my arms and coating me in its sweet smell. I put my hand into my pocket again; ready to pull out the knife.
"Bella!"
I froze, the knife halfway out of my pocket, and looked for whoever had called me. I spotted Jessica sitting in a seat across from me, waving cheerfully. As soon as I looked up at her she instantly recoiled and looked scared for her life. Immediately I looked down again.
I needed to control my expression better, I knew she had seen in my face what I was fast becoming, a blood thirsty monster.
Thank you for reading and I hope you continue reading at least into the next chapter where Edward is introduced and you find out more about the "incident."