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My eyelids are heavy as I try to force my eyes open

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My eyelids are heavy as I try to force my eyes open. My vision is unclear and I can't process what is happening, or where I am. My cheek is stinging, my wrists burn. Someone is in front of me, I realise I'm against the wall, in a sitting position.

I try to make out who it is. My heart rate rises again.

I focus on the eyes.

Brown.

I know who it is now. I still cannot bring my heart rate down, despite knowing who it is. What if he is their leader? The guys. Everything comes crashing down to me. A shiver passes down my spine and I try to breathe.

He is saying something but I can not make out what he is trying to tell me.

He tries to touch my cheek and I flinch. After ages, I see him stand up and put some space between us. It definitely helps me calm down a little. After ages, I can finally breathe normally. My tears stop, I don't even know when I'd started crying.

I can hear him saying 'everything is okay' and mumbling something about how he doesn't know how to comfort someone.

Comfort?

"Who are you guys?" I can finally get it out. My throat feels dry.

"I'm not among them," he grits out, his eyes suddenly turning dark again. I remove my gaze from his eyes and focus on my surroundings. I see the guys from before on the floor. Relief floods through me.

"Did you k-kill them?"

"Should've," he mutters, his voice low. I can feel myself getting calmer.

"T-thanks," I say through my quivering lips as I look into his brown eyes.

"They'll wake up in few hours," he says darkly when he notices my eyes on them. "Let's get you to the infirmary," he sighs, running his hands through his hair.

"I don't trust you," I tell him honestly. Trusting is what got me here. I am not going to fall into the same hole twice.

"Understandable. Call your friends, then."

.

"I'm the worst," Ava sniffles.

I roll my eyes. She's said it over twenty times already and I'm not even exaggerating.

"It is not your fault," I sigh, "I should've just called you."

"No, I should've called you," she groans. It's been around an hour since the incident and I feel a lot better now. We have lunch after twenty minutes and I'm feeling hungry already. Sipping the fruit juice Ava got me, I feel comforted. We are sitting in the school field, under a tree.

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