Saint Haven Academy

4: The Truth

An explosive crash startles me from my dream-like state. Weight hurls back into my body. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm... am I dead? Probably. But I refuse to open my eyes. What if I find myself as a ghost staring down at my dead body? I can already feel mom whooping my ghostly ass.

"The hell are you doing?" A sarcastic voice tosses me from my rambling thoughts.

...God?

Agh! Aching pressure tugs at the joints in my right arm. ...pain? Peeking through one eye, lushes green ground can be found a few feet below me. Scattered chunks of shattered wood and pieces of glittering glass debris cover the floor.

"I-I'm alive...?" The shocked thought escapes my lips.

"Probably wish you weren't though." ...That sarcastic voice again?

I flick my head back. Unamused eye's of stormy grey and ruffled side-swept dirty blonde consume my sight. Oh... It's a dude. The unknown boy uses one hand as a headrest against the window sill while his other hand grips my forearm firmly.

"Sup."

...Sup? That's what he says to me while I'm dangling inches from death? "Y-you saved me..."

"Well, not exactly well mannered to have someone die on their first day." He scoffs.

Oh. I see now... by his looks, he's the definition of heart-throb but his presence reeks of arrogance... and I just happened to be saved by him. Joy.

"Hey, can you put me down now?"

With an apathetic shrug, he leans out the window and carefully lowers me onto the first-floor ledge. Finally reaching safe ground, reality strikes. Whoa...I actually almost just...died.

The strength in my legs dissipates and I collapse onto the fresh smelling grass. Deep, elongated breaths quiet my restless heart. I guess I should thank that dude for saving m- Oh my god. What is he doing? The boy now sits crouched on the window sill looking down at me. Don't. You. Dar-

He jumps.

"Hey, you idio-!" My words fall flat as, to my disbelief, the teen lands perfectly on his feet like a cat jumping from a tree.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he raises a thick, well-defined brow. "What?"

'What?' This man just jumped from a second story unscathed and he looks at me like I'm crazy. I sigh. "Nothing. Nevermind...can you tell me where I am?"

"Nah, I got better things to do."

So then why did you waste your time saving me you little- Marzi, breathe.

"Hold on, you can't just leave me here! I need to know what's going o-" Covering his mouth with an open palm, he yawns.

...maybe I really did die. I'm actually in hell and this is my never-ending torture. I bore into him with a cold stare as my arms cross over my chest.

"Seriously?"

He ignores my irritation, "Oh, by the way. You probably should start running."

My face squints in confusion, "Running? From what-?"

As if on cue, subtle cracking taps against my left eardrum. Whipping my head in its direction, I watch as the planks of brittle wood, boarding the windows beside us; crackle. Each time it's struck from the opposing side, the cracks ripple off into wider, spider web looking fissures. Those boards... They're...! I barrel down into a ball just as an eruption of destroyed material bursts in my direction.