Preface

I turned so much in my bed, it felt like was burning.

I doubt I was going to get any sleep after what I just witnessed; it hurt just to think about it.

It hurt just to think that everything around me was changing right before my eyes; I wasn't in the normal world I thought I was in.

Instead, I was in a world of pain, or death.

I didn't feel comfortable, I didn't feel safe.

It felt like any second I could die when I know what's out there watching me, stalking me, and planning to kill me like their prey.

My train of thought was suddenly interrupted when I felt a pair of eyes watching me.

I sat up and turned towards my window and sure enough, someone was watching me from the roof across from me.

The thoughts "Stay Calm" and "Panic!" passed my mind, but the only thing stopping me was that I knew the person.

He wore black jeans that looked at little dirty with blood, and boots that were also black, stained with mud, but seemed darker than his pants.

A black short sleeve t-shirt that seemed to squeeze around the shape of his torso and his chest like a second skin with a V neck showing a dark silver chain.

A pair of gloves that exposed his fingertips, a black long sleeve, leather trench coat with a hood that seemed darker than midnight itself.

It was Shane.

He stared at me intensely; it was as if he was asking me if I was alright.

"I'm fine," I whispered, "I'm just a little freaked out. No need to worry."

His blood red eyes didn't leave my face; neither did my eyes leave his.

He smiled sweetly and nodded once. I laid my head down and closed my eyes.

The first thought that came into my head was that I was safe.

I felt happy for some reason, and surprisingly calm. I knew that I didn't have to worry now that he was there, watching over me like an angel, or something like that.

It only took seconds before I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of him.

Chapter 1

"Can anyone tell me the answer to this problem?" The teacher asked.

No one dared to raise their hand knowing they would be made fun of for more than a week. During that week you would be called names like, 'the teachers pet' or 'nerd' or even 'smart ass'.

People knew the consequence of answering any question or problem the teacher had to ask, since it was in the imaginary book of rule students had to follow if they didn't want to be made fun of.

Though the teachers were unaware of the punishment any student would go through.

She looked around and called a few names, but none answered.

"Eme," she looked at me and asked, "Where in the book would you find the formula to answer this question?" I hesitated for a second.

This was a moment of truth, for me at least.

I could feel eyes staring at me while they waited for my answer.

I knew that if I answered wrong, the teacher would be all over me, asking questions on why I was like this, or why I can't be the student I used to be, considering the fact that I used to get strait A's, and maybe a couple of B's. I still do, but I just don't participate anymore.

Then again, if I answered right, I wouldn't get an end to the name calls or the people dumping lunches on me.

Girls would even come up and ask to copy my homework which would make me feel like a nerd, and if I said no, they would beat my ass, though I doubted they would touch me, everyone thought I was emo, or a loner since I didn't have many friends, but they were wrong I have plenty of friends, they just don't stick around to see it.

I knew my answer instantly.

"Up your ass and around the corner." I said sarcastically with a smile.

Everyone around me laughed so hard, so of them looked like they were about to wet themselves.

The teacher looked at me seriously and said with a cold voice, "You're staying after class at the end of the period."

As soon as she finished her sentence, the bell rang and all the students rushed out the door for home to enjoy their week vacation away from school.

I tried to blend in with the crowd; the teacher pulled my hood off and ordered me to sit in the front seat.

I didn't want to piss her off even more, so I sat down and stared at the floor.

She sat on her desk and looked at me, but I didn't return the look.

She spoke with a tired voice, "Eme, what happened to you? You used to be my best student and now you've become one of them!"

I looked at her and snapped, "Those people are called students! They aren't things!"

She looked at me surprised. "Are you doing drugs? Or anything illegal?"

I looked at her like she had asked a stupid question. "Do I like I've done something illegal?"

She sat there for a second and was about to answer before I cut her off, "Don't answer that!" I said quickly.

She sighed and looked at me. "You are doing detention when you get back from vacation for a week, and over vacation you have to write a letter of apology to me and each of your teachers. If its not done before the week is out, I'm adding another week for every letter you didn't do." She said.

I looked at her and yelled, "Are you insane? Why to all of my teachers?"

She replied, "Because all of your teachers have spoken to the principal, saying you would disrespect them in front of the class. It's not going to be tolerated anymore."

She stood up and opened the door. "Your free to go." She said.

I started to walk for the door when she stopped me again.

"Take my card; Call me if anything is on your mind." She handed me a card with her number and her name. I laughed to myself.

"I don't need it," I said with a sarcastic voice and ripped the card and dropped the pieces in her hair. "I never will."

I was just out the door when she said with a harsh voice, "You will also write standards," she looked at me, "and your sentence will be 'I'm the worst student in class.' Write one hundred and turn it in with your letter!"

I froze; I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.

It could end this way, I wouldn't let it.

I looked to my right and saw a glass apple that was in the windowsill, 'Perfect' I thought.

I turned to face her and grabbed the apple. She looked curious at first then her face went horrified.

I threw the apple on the floor and it shattered into millions of pieces.

Before I could look at the expression on her face, I was already running out the door, down the hallway, and across the street towards the gas station where my dad was waiting for me.