Mary Davis, 18, is neglected by her family. All of her life, she has had to take care of herself while her mother drinks and her father is a compulsive gambler. Her two escapes from reality are: An Inscape built from her mind and a college acceptanc...
I wake up with a nosebleed and blood from my head. I struck myself when I fell on the floor. I realized I still had the whole day to get through, plus an interview with my college advisor, Mr. Daniel Aylor. I quickly get up and look for a bandage from the teacher's drawer. I patch myself up, gather my things, and dash to my locker. My mind was bouncing back and forth about what was occurring to me. I remember what had happened with Charles Manx, and it still felt like a dream. I shake it off, remembering what he told me, and I take the applications I made for my colleges with me to my next class. My head was still aching. Luckily, I carry Advil with me.
Later That Day
"Mary Davis, it's your turn to visit Mr. Aylor." My P.E. teacher, Mr. Hopkins, tells me.
I gather my belongings and head to the counselor's office. I quickly rushed because it wasn't a long walk from the gym to the office. As confusing as this day has been, I am excited to see my options when I graduate next year. I enter the office and go to Mr. Aylor's door. I knock three times, and I hear a voice say,
"Come in, Miss Davis."
I enter the room and see the counselor. I won't lie: he is so gorgeous.
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All the senior girls love Mr. Aylor, while I have a tiny crush. It's not like a doodle of his name in my notebook.
"Oh no. Miss Davis, what happened to your head?" Mr. Aylor asks me.
"Oh, I fell in the courtyard and scraped my head. I'm okay, though."
Mr. Aylor smiles at me and beckons for me to sit down. He then pulls out my academic transcript for the past four years. He quietly looks through the paper and begins to mutter to himself.
"Well, your SAT and ACT scores were beyond perfect. Your grades are also beyond perfect, and you seem determined to leave this sleepy town. Tell me, what colleges do I have to apply to?" Mr. Aylor asks me.
I thought long and hard, so I responded with,
"I would like to go to the Yale School of Psychology. The mind has always been a wonder to me, and I would like to see how other people think."
Mr. Aylor smiles at me and hands me a brochure. I smile when I look at it. It's not far from home but a long enough way to be far from my parents. I know it is terrible to say, but I can't be with them. Charles Manx was right. I hate seeing my mother drunk and my father gamble away his money and constantly walking out and lying to my mother and I. Mr. Aylor interrupted my thoughts by handing me the physical application for Yale.
"Go ahead and fill this in when you get home and bring it in tomorrow. I can send it to you, and we'll wait for a response in two weeks."
I profusely thank my advisor and leave. I can't help but feel very gleeful. I headed to my locker and grabbed my belongings since it was already 3:30, and I had to head over to my job. The bell rings, and I speed walk to my motorbike. As I get ready to place the keys in the ignition, I am stopped by Jason Walker. He purposely holds my bike as I try to leave.
"Hey, honey. Now that I have you alone, let's try this again." Jason says to me.
I start the bike, but Jason is still gripping it.
"Let go of the bike, Jason. I need to leave. Stop being such an asshole!"
Jason snarled and then pushed me off the bike and pushed the bike down. I begin to crawl away, and Jason grabs my legs. I keep screaming my head off, but Jason places his hand on my mouth. I then bite his hand, drawing blood. Jason screams, and I then try to run off, but Jason grabs me and holds my arms back, preventing me from running or fighting back. Jason chuckles as I am fighting for my life.
"I told you I was going to fuck you sooner or later."
My fate has been sealed until I hear someone running up to us. Jason drops me, and I hit the ground. I see someone grab Jason's shoulder and punch him in the face. Jason goes down and the man keeps beating him with what looks like a tire iron. Jason is begging the man to stop. The man does and says to him,
"I will stop if you leave Mary alone and never bother her again. If I EVER hear that you are still bothering her, I will kill you myself!"
Jason is whimpering, and he scurries away. I can feel blood coming from my mouth, and I start spitting on the ground. I try to lift myself, but I am picked up off the ground and handed a tissue. My vision was blurry, and when it began to clear, I could finally see who my savior was.
"Hello, Mary Davis. I told you I would find you one way or another."
