Save Me

It All Comes Out

-Lex

I rolled over and reluctantly pulled back the covers. I rubbed my eyes as I attempted to wake up. "Ughhh" I groaned loudly, wincing as pain shot down my throat. It was a 'I-don't-feel-like-getting-outta-bed' morning. It was defiantly also a I-just-wanna-roll-on-to-the-floor-and-not-get-up' kind of morning. With extreme reluctance, I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and snapped in my hearing aids.

Getting ready for school, I picked out a bright yellow tank-top that would show off my darker skin tone, frayed jean shorts, and a pair of cute, sparkly flip-flops. Then carefully I tugged on the large black sweatshirt. I had been very cautious and kept it very clean throughout the week. I pulled my hair out from the inside if the hoodie and let my hair fall in its soft curls down my back, not bothering to pull it up today. All in all, I thought I looked cute. Shrugging, I went downstairs to get some food.

"Buenas Dias, Mija." My mom greeted. I made an awkward grumbling in the back of my throat as a reply and attempted to hide a wince. However, my mom's knowing eyes caught it. "Mija, why don't you just stay home, then you can have all weekend to get better and you can go back Monday." I looked at her skeptically before grabbing my notebook from my book bag.

'I've been off all week! I'll be fine!' I scrawled quickly but neatly, turning it for her to see. She wrinkled up her brow and scrunched up her nose.

"Fine. But if it gets too much for you, please come home. I've wrote a note explaining your absence and your possible leaving early today. Also I've include that you cannot talk. Doctors orders. If they have a problem with that they are to contact me." She said, sliding a note towards me. "I have to get to work, but Mija, please if you need something call and do NOT over exert yourself today!" I simply nodded along with her as she spoke, not feeling like writing responses.

I ate some fruit quickly then headed out the door. I snuggled down into the warm sweatshirt, it smelled so good. It had a masculine smell to it like Old Spice or Axe, whatever it was, was simply amazing. I smiled to myself, wondering who's it could be. I imagined the guy who saved me walking up and sweeping me off my feet, asking how I was and telling me i looked good in his sweatshirt.

My smile faded quickly though as I walked through the parking lot toward the school. The closer I got to school, the more heads turned my direction. I saw faces of shock, confusion, and scariest of all disproval. When my gaze landed on Stacy my heart stopped at her expression. It then occurred to me that they didn't know what'd happened, they all just thought I'd moved again.

Reaching the front doors, I watched Stacy's expression of shock turn to confusion and then hatred. Mentality I braced myself, preparing for the foul things to come.

"Wow, look who's back! Everyone look! The skanky grandmas back!" She called. People laughed. "It's a shame, we were all excited, we thought you left for good! Guess not, guess we weren't very clear before." She said stepping closer, getting in my face. "No. One. Wants. You. Here!" She hissed acidly, pronouncing each word loudly and clearly like I was stupid. Suddenly her expression changed and she turned her head slightly to look back toward my ear. Her face twisted into an evil, vicious, terrifying smirk. My blood ran cold as I realized what she was looking at.

"AWW! ARE. YOU. DEAF!?!" She screamed at me. Because she was in such close proximity, and my hearing aids make everything louder (obviously) my ears began ringing. A terrible pain bolted through my ear canals and into my head. It was as if a canon went off beside my ear. I shrieked and stumbled backwards holding my hands over my ears. I would have fell right on my back had it not been for a pair of scorching arms that wrapped around my middle. I could feel their body heat through the sweatshirt. Anyone with a temperature that high should be hospitalized and submerged in the Artic Ocean. It was like their blood was literately boiling. The person should not even be alive right now. I was starting to turn around to see who'd caught me but I instantly recoiled when Stacy began screaming again.