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My heart was pounding in my ears much like the music was before the only difference now was I wasn't listening. I wasn't even seeing. The halls were blurry and whether it was the tears pricking my eyes or the fact I was running so fast I was nearly tripping over my own two feet. I still can't tell. I was terrified out of my mind but I didn't have the time to be terrified. I screamed to calm myself a little. I knew no one would hear me but it was second nature. To scream when you're scared, it's like crying when you're hurt and I could finally tell I was doing both.
It was like watching a movie. One of those horror flicks where you yell at the girl on screen not to open the door but you know she's going to. I was in a dream state and I was just watching myself. I could see myself just sitting there, and I yelled at the top of my lungs subconsciously, telling my legs to move, my mouth to scream, my arms to flail. Nothing. I saw Jeremie's hand move to my legs. I could feel it then. His hand was cold and I shivered faintly under the touch. I found him, and I was regretting it. Jeremie pushed me onto my back and I think it was that moment my brain chose to register what was going on. He was hiking my dress up, reaching his hands under the fabric. Goosebumps scattered over my skin. Then his hands were on my underwear tugging slowly. Finally, I felt my arms fly up, pushing him back. He smirked at me. I was disgusted, how could the guy I was so in love with just a few days ago be so repulsing? I don't even know him. I stood up quickly but he pushed me back down and was on top of me in seconds. He held my arms over my head with one arm and the other tugging on my dress again. I struggled to free my arms in vain. I winced as he started to kiss my thighs.
"No! Stop!" I pulled my knees up and hit him directly in his chest. Jeremie rolled over in pain. I jumped up but he grabbed my leg and I fell onto the floor. He stood over me then grabbed me by my hair.
"Jeremie! What's wrong with you?"
"Would you stop with the nice girl thing already? Just give me what I want and I'll let you leave, 'kay?" His voice was husky and low.
"What are you talking about? Do you mean all this time, you've just been trying to have sex with me?"
"No shit, Sherlock. For a smart girl you sure are stupid. I don't know why I even bothered with you. Sure, at first I really did like you. You were the only girl that would give me the time of day. Then, other girls started to notice me and you weren't giving me what I needed so..."
"You found it somewhere else. You bastard! I actually loved you!" and as hard as I tried, for the life of me, I don't think even now I could've kept back the tears. My heart was breaking in the arms of the person I thought I loved. Two years wasn't something I could just throw away. Not like that. I felt dirty, used, and heartbroken. He still smiled at me though, like seeing my heart break was what he wanted this whole time.
I punched him. Without warning or a second thought. I pushed myself up off the floor and ran out. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Then I was here. Standing in the hallway. I could hear footsteps coming up about a flight away. I looked to my right and screamed when my hand connected with the glass cover of the fire alarm. It wasn't in pain or agony. I screamed because I felt this was my only hope. I felt as if I needed to let out all the pent up energy. My fingers wrapped around the lever and pulled without a moment's hesitation. I could hear the ringing in my ears and soon after, the footsteps running. Faster but fainter, that's when I realized they were going in thee opposite direction. I remember leaning, my back sliding down against the wall. My fingers trembled uncontrollably. I stared at them frightened out of my mind.
I don't remember how but I was on my feet after a minute and I ran down the stairs, praying he wasn't around the corner or lurking in the shadows. A pair of glass doors came into my view. I pushed through them easily but continued to run. I feared stopping because I knew if I did, my thoughts would drown me. All I could do was run.
I began to see teachers run past me. I wanted to stop, to ask for help, but I couldn't. Students passed me and I still wouldn't stop.
"Aelita!" My name. Someone was calling my name. "Aelita, wait!" I felt hands on my shoulders. I freaked.
"Get your hands off me! Don't touch me!"
"Aelita, it's me, Yumi! Are you okay? What happened?" I broke from her grasp. I could hear her running after me. "Slow down!" she begged. I didn't. I don't know what I was running away from. My head was far gone. I just didn't want to be hurt anymore. Every fiber of my being was aching.
I couldn't get to the gymnasium fast enough. Exhaustion started to creep over me and I felt someone grab me as I collapsed to the ground. Fear consumed me to my core and it seemed the ground rushed to meet me. My head met the ground first.
"Aelita!" Yumi pushed herself to reach the girl. She saw the pink haired girl fall to the ground. She could just make out the outline of a figure holding onto her. "Odd, is she okay?"
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