2nd p.o.v.
As you take down your Math notes for first period, you noticed that your best friend, (B/f), wasn't here today. Strange, it's not like them to miss a school day, especially since it's a testing day. Ms. Valarie hates it when her students aren't here for testing; she always complains about having to give up her free time just so you guys can take it. Now, you already addressed the issue, saying "we wouldn't have to take up your free time if you didn't give us weekly tests.". You can still remember her dull green eyes boring into your own (e/c) iris' to this day. You should've called the cops on her right then and there.
"(Y/n), what is the answer to number 3?" The teacher's voice spooked you out if your thoughts.
You look down to number 3 and realized the problem was 8+/-(2×4). Oh, that wasn't to hard. Quickly doing the math in your head, you answered as smoothly as possible.
"Well...you wanna know the answer, huh?" You asked, buying yourself time.
"I believe that's why I asked you," she smiled in amusement.
"Uh, the answer is 16 or 0," you sighed, closing your eyes as you scratch the side of your head.
"Why?" She asked.
"What the fuck..." you whispered to yourself then continued louder for her to hear, "I don't know! Because 2×4 is 8 then you add 8 and that's 16...then 2×4 is 8 and you subtract 8 and it's 0."
"Are you sure?" She teased.
As if the gods saved you from answering, (B/f) walked through the doors, imaginary doves coming from behind them. They smiled and gave Ms. Valarie a bright red slip. They said hello to a few students as they walked to their desk in front of the class. They didn't greet you though, you sat in the back. You didn't mind as much though, they always walked you to your next class.
Ms. Valarie forgot about torturing you and pulled out another stick from the cup, "Leonard, what's number 4?"
You looked to your left where Leonard sat and saw him look at your paper and then answered. He was one of your good friends, but other than Honors Math and lunch, you guys didn't have any classes together. Not that you minded, he found time for you at the end of the day, but that's not always the case though. Recently, he hasn't been hanging out with you for a while, but you shrugged it off thinking he has things to do at home.
You look down at your (s/c) hands, clenching it, then unclenching them several times. You slowly traced the invisible scar on your left palm, remembering the nightmare dream you had last night.
Running. What else could you do? It was behind you, you couldn't see it, but you knew it was right on your trails. Someone told you to never look behind you, no matter how close it got, but you couldn't remember who. Quickly, you turned your head.
In result, your (h/l) (h/c) hair smacked against your face. (if your hair is really short, than please ignore that part). You didn't see it anymore. You stop suddenly in your tracks, air quickly and painfully refilling your lungs. After a few moments, you look up to see it in front of you.
You didn't know what it looked like, but at the same time, you knew it was you. Quickly, you turned around and sprinted away in the opposite direction. You only ran about 100 feet until you met a wall, the design resembling a tree. You turned and saw the figure creeping towards you. In a blind panic, you turned and started to pound on the wall.
"Please! Please, let me out, let ME OUT!" You shouted.
As you were going to pound again, something took a strong hold of your left hand, causing you to stop. You started trembling in fear, a few tears escaping your eyes. Its nails were digging into your palm, blood seeping out and running down your (s/c) arm. You fell to your knees, your left hand still in the clutches of the monster you recognized as yourself. You'll never escape...
You shook you head slightly as you rubbed your hands together to get rid of the tingly feeling in your palm.
"(Y/n), please tell us the answer to number 11," the teacher called you again.
Looking at your paper, you paled a bit. You didn't get to 11. The problem read Reduce: 6×a×a×b/a×b. Okay, you thought, not too hard at all.
"It's 6a," you stated confidently.
Ms. Valarie raised an eyebrow, "Really?"
Your smile drooped down a bit at that, "It is 6a...isn't it?"
Ms. Valarie did the work and explained it to the other students. The answer was 6a. You sigh, lowering your head so your forehead touched the edge of the desk. She's the reason I always second guess myself...
"Hey, Church," You nudged your partner's arm.
He turned to you and hummed, indicating for you to continue.
"What time is it?" You asked.
If you're lucky, it's close to 10:00A.M.
He chuckles as he checks his phone, "9:13A.M."
You slammed your head on the table, gaining attention from students near by.
"God Damn-it," you mumbled.
"Do you...actually believe I can be fixed?" You asked, looking up at the starry sky.
"To be honest, no. But," He says as he sits up to look at you with determined eyes and smiles, "I don't mind trying to put you back together."