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Max P.O.V.

Oh. My. Gods. I just killed someone. And I was acting like a slut. The two worst things to be in life: a murderer and a slut and maybe an accountant (no offense) and I had become them in just a matter of seconds except for the accountant. If I became an accountant I swear, the next person I murder will be myself.

After running into the bathroom, I rushed over to the sink and leaned over the side, emptying my guts out. I retched and retched until I came up dry. I looked up into the mirror. My hair which was so perfectly straightened was messy and tangled, the little amount of makeup that I'd applied was running down my face in blothches due to my tears. When did I start crying? In all that confusion and vomit, I hadn't even notice that I was tearing up.

I wobbled a bit, my feet shaking. I felt dizzy and all the booze I drank was finally catching up to me resulting in a throbbing headache. I placed my hands on the counter to steady myself when the door to the ladies bathroom flung open and hit the back wall with a loud crash. I stumbled back in surprise away from the counter and onto the floor. I was just about to pull myself up when I came face to face with my obnoxious cheater-ass boyfriend.

"Here. Let me help you with that, your holy highness," he said grabbing me by my hair and pulling me up so that I was dangling a couple inches off the ground. My scalp burned with pain. Every single strand of hair was being yanked out. My hands flew to my hair, pulling on it, trying to relieve some of the pain, but Dylan shoved them back down to my sides and then pinned them behind my back.

"Oh, you think this hurts. Wait till I'm done with you," he said with a malicious look. I looked at him, stunned.

"I thought you liked me," I managed to mumble out, still struggling against his strong grip. I swear if he kept this up any longer, he would rip my hair out. I twisted in his grip. Bad idea. My head felt like it was on fire. Forget waxing, the new way to get hair removed: get your stupid boyfriend to do it for you.

"Let me show you just how much I liked you," he smiled and realeased my hair. I dropped to my knees thankful for that torture to have finally ended, but then Dylan bent down and picked me up. The strong arms that once used to caress me and hug me were now imprisoning me in his grip. He squeezed my ass before throwing me at the glass mirror above the sinks. The back of my head struck the glass with a loud crack. I slid down, slumping on the counter. There was shards of glass everywhere and a sharp pain in the back of my head. I reached up and gingerly touched the wound. I winced, and when I pulled my hand away, the fingers were covered in blood. There was a large crack in the mirror where my head crashed against it, but now was no time to admire my handy work because Dylan was stomping up to me, shattering the glass underneath his heavy footsteps and cracking his neck and knunckles for good measure, probably just to intimidate me. I scrambled off the countertop and towards the door, trying my best to ignore the pain in the back of my head, but I hadn't gone far when Dylan caught up. He lifted me up again, this time by my shirt only to punch me in the stomach and send me flying back 5 feet. Some boyfriend. Did I mention he was quarterback of the football team and he was the best quarterback of all the high school football teams. When I wake up tomorrow morning-or if I wake up because knowing Dylan he probably wants to kill me right now- I will have a giant purple bruise reaching from below my belly button to just below my breasts.

"Just want you to know before I die or something happens to me that you are a lying, cheating, bastard who only gives a damn about how good a girl is in bed," I said, spitting out the blood accumulating in my mouth. My vision was getting blurrier and blurrier by the second and black splotches swam across my eyes.

"Maximum. You are going to regret ever saying that."

I knew I was. "Why did you date me in the first place then, hmm, if you didn't like me?" I couldn't stay concious that much longer, I was already losing a grip on reality and it took me 30 seconds to say the last seconds including all the breaks I had to include for me to catch my breath.

"Haha! I only dated you because of a bet. I have fucked almost every single girl in the school except for you and your delicious little friends and that one girl with a serious case of acne. I was trying to get you in bed with me, but to do that, I knew I wouldn't get to fuck anybody else and I'd have to be the perfect boyfriend. I dated you for 1 month! No fucking anyone for one month, and having to put up with you! I was getting annoyed, and then I met Lissa, the slut you just killed, and I decided I would stay with you but I would also try to get an occasional fuck in with her. When my mates found out, they bet I couldn't get a threesome with you and Lissa so I brought you to this club and invited Lissa so I can prove them wrong, but you Maximum," he said, practically spitting my name out,"just had to ruin everything with your perfect little ideals. Well, guess what, after today you won't be innocent anymore. I waited for you to open up, and now I'm going to force you open."

Dylan lunged at me, but I rolled out of the way. I would have to give in eventually, I couldn't fight the star quarterback and I was already dipping in and out of conciousness. I felt a tug at my shirt and tried to lift my hand to swat it away but I couldn't. Dylan was still struggling with my shirt before he realized something and reached into his back pocket to pull out a knife. He slashed the front of my shirt open revealing my bra and bruised stomach. Already the bruise was starting to show and the six pack that I had worked so hard to get was fading behind the dark purple. Dylan was grinning. He practically ripped the shirt off my body and instictively I covered my chest with my hands. In the distance, I could hear a siren and shouts of people. Or maybe it wasn't in the distance, I was just going deaf. My vision blacked out before returning a few seconds later. Dylan was no longer staring at me, he was rushing out the ladies stall door. I sat watching as he ran away. My clothes were torn and blood covered and I was sitting against the wall in just a bra and jeans. The last thing I saw before blacking out completely was Dylan's brand new black boots as he ran out the door away from the sirens that were getting closer.

I woke up with a major headache. In the a really small space with absolutely nothing in it. No doors and one window that was blocked by bars. The only thing in it was me. I sat down on the cold floor and leaned back against the wall. Until I did this, I hadn't even realized I was moving. Well, this probably either means I'm on a rollercoaster ride or I'm in the back of a moving van. When the car stopped, I lurched forward hitting my head against the floor as I flew passed the window and caught a glimpse of a tall spire.

Oh crap. I got up and ran to the barred window, rubbing my head and trying to prevent the pain from increasing. Looming outside was a huge and I mean huge, grey and black building surrounded by a really tall wall with a gate and a moat. It had two towers on either side. Those were probably the spires I saw, but what got me was the moat.

Seriously who has a moat. It made this place look like a medieval dungeon though I suppose that's what it was. I wouldn't be half surprised if the people inside there were wearing knight armor and there were crocodiles or alligators in the moat. The whole place was deserted, inhabited. I couldn't see much because the castle was blocking most of the view, but if I craned my head to one side, I could see miles and miles of deserts. In the distance, there were mountains from where I was, they looked like molehills. You know the saying don't make a mountain out of a molehill, well they got this backwards.

I saw some policemen walking by. They carried guns and a weird looking device by their belts. They had the traditional navy blue outfit and hat on along with their big shiny badge. Finally, something normal.

"Hey you there!" I called to them, using my hand to call them over. They looked up and saw me. One of them walked over pulling his gun. He had a serious face and cold blue eyes, his nose was crooked like it had been broken one too many times, on his neck was a giant black mole, and he wore a badge but it wasn't a police officer's badge. Engraved onto it were the words 'Chief of Security: The School'. So that's where we were, the School. What a strange name.

"What is this place?" I asked solemnly, he just grunted.

"Hello, can you talk? What is this place?" He just stared, his cold eyes boring little holes into my skull. I guess it was supposed to be intimidating, but for some reason, it didn't scare me. In fact, just yesterday, this whole ordeal would have scared me, but today it just seemed... normal.

"Ok, maybe you don't speak English. Donde estamos?" I took Spanish for 5 years from middle school to softmore year so I was pretty fluent.

The guard just tilted his head. I was going to give up when he said,"It's a prison."

"There we go, that wasn't so hard was it now? Ok, big boy, just a little more. A prison for what?"

"It's a prison for the challenged and gifted juvenile delinquents such as yourself. Now shut the hell up before I shoot you with this here gun," he said. He didn't look it, but I can tell he was getting annoyed.

"Well, excuse me for being knocked out by my EX- boyfriend and missing the whole orentation on where I am."

"Oh, you haven't missed orientation yet. In fact it's about to start in a couple of minutes. Oh and by the way, its May 21, you've been out for 3 days."

"What! I couldn't have been out for 3 days!" I said, jumping up and yelling it to the guard, praying it wasn't true.

"You're right you weren't," I sighed, "You were out for 3 days while they did surgery to fix your head and brain because of the damage your ex-boyfriend did, and then you were awake for a court hearing which you attended but passed out in the middle of, and after that you were passed out for another 2 days. It's really March 24."

Oh my god. This could not be happening. What would Ella and Mom and Dad think? I missed my big test. How am I going to keep my A+ in that class if I didn't ace that test. I almost laughed at that thought, I was being arrested and here I was thinking about my grades, in fact, I think I giggled a little because then the guard asked, "What's so funny punk? Never thought you'd be arrested."

"That and I just realized... navy blue makes that mole on your neck stand out even more. It must be sad to have a mole right there. No hickeys for you.

"Shut up, delinquent. You will be spending the next five years of your life here in this prison and as chief guard, I can do whatever I want to do you to," he said with a smirk, "so you might as well say goodbye to your old life because you won't be seeing it for a while."

I decided to humor him. "Farewell, perfect life." I called out. "I bid thee adieu. Goodbye sweet perfect life. May I live to see thou another day." Hey, I think that was a pretty good copy of Shakespeare. I think. I even did the swooning thing and hand motions to go with it.

Apparently the guard didn't find it funny.

"Hey! No funny business," he said frowning.

"If it was funny, then why weren't you laughing?" I yelled at him. If I was at school right now, I probably would have just earned my first detention. Great thing I'm not at school then, I thought, then as an after thought, "I went to court? How come I don't remember it?"

"Probably because you were hyped up on laughing gas. You should have seen yourself, going around mumbling about a seahorse named Seahorsey or something like that. You belong in a mental case institute for prisoners, not a school," he answered with a sneer.

"And you belong in a straightjacket not a police uniform, and didn't your mom tell you not to talk to strangers?" I asked with an innocently blank look on my face.

"You better shut the hell up," he snarled, shoving his face up to the bars to meet me eye to eye. His breath was warm on my face and smelled rather strangely like rotten flesh and dog's breath.

"Yessir," I answered stepping away from his stench filled breath and back into the small jail cell I was enclosed in. Normally I wouldn't have given in so easily, but something told me I should. He didn't seem human according to my instincts and my gut is never wrong. He glared at me one last time before stepping away from the bars and walking back to his partner that had stood and watched the entire scene play out from a couple yards away. The one with the bad breath spat on the ground before turning around and stomping toward the giant castle. The other guard just followed like a little puppy.

"Well thanks a lot!" I yelled to no one in particular, throwing my hands into the air for dramatic effect and to top it all off punching the wall of the van. As soon as the metal came in contact with my hand, I screamed in pain. "That probably wasn't a good idea," I though aloud still clutching my aching hand and wincing.

"You're quite welcome, and ya think!"

"Ahh!" I screamed jumping and yanking my uninjured hand up to my heart to steady its rapid beating. "You scared me!" I yelled out to no one in particular.

"Well, duh."

"Who are you and where are you?"

"I'm right here dumbass."

I turned around quickly, searching for the source of the voice. It was a slight bit rough like it hadn't been used in a long time but at the same time still smooth and melodic. If you hadn't already realized, it was dark in the back of the van, so even with squinting my eyes I couldn't see much. The window did let some light it but most of the sunlight was blocked by the enormous castle. In the corner, I could make out just the slighest movement. I shifted forward, treading carefully, trying not to trip on anything else that might be hiding in the darkness. I reached out to the corner with my hands outstretched in front of me, pushing around looking for the voice. My hands came in contact with a soft surface and I squeezed.

"OW! That's my face you biotch," the voice said. I pulled away, surprised. I felt someone shift and brush past my arm. I spun around and came face to face with a girl, or what I think was a girl. From the little light shining through the bars, I could see she had reddish brown hair dyed with black streaks that fell down like a waterfall; straight hair that fell past her shoulders and ended in little upward curls. I couldn't tell what color her eyes were because they were hidden behind her bangs. She was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull, black jeans, a spiked choker necklace, and 5 necklaces around her neck, each of them pertaining to some unrealistically goth icon.

"Who are you?" I asked, stepping out of her way, a little scared and awestuck at the same time.

"The name's Alex. Just a little word of advice, you want to live around here, you better toughen up, kid. The Whitecoats don't take to well to weaklings."

"Oh, and where are we since that asshole of a guard didn't really elaborate," I said with a frown, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the wall at the back while watching the illuminated girl. I suppose trying to act cool and collected was a start to toughening up even though on the inside, I was really scared of the spiked choker around her neck.

"Acting cool, won't toughen you up," Alex said chuckling, "and you still got a long way to go."

Darn so much for that theory.

"Where are we? Still haven't been answered."

"Well, kid, guess I better tell you. Welcome to the School."

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