Demis P.O.V.
I couldnt believe this was the end of summer vacation. I wanted it to stay forever. I needed so badly a corner to hide in, where no one could get to me-no one could influence me. I'd heard so much over the years that people change-all of them. I've even seen it, with my own two eyes. The best friends I'd had in kindergarten had all morphed and twisted into the same lip-glossed teenyboppers that ruled the school. And now, going into tenth grade, they all had slipped away. Faded into the repulsive world of egos, fashion, and giggles. Ew.
Joes P.O.V.
I stared at the clock as the minutes ticked by, as if to challenge it. I wanted time to stop. To freeze, ice cold, and halt dead in its tracks. My eyes were burning with the lack of blinking, but I paid it no attention. My safety bubble was about to pop. Or, better to say, be popped. Popped by basketballs and high heels. Screeching laughs and squeaky sneakers. I could feel it. Everything inside me was going to be exposed. I will have nothing left. Nothing, in this dark, gaping black whole they all call earth.
Demis P.O.V.
I heard the door open and someones footsteps pound on the ground. Nick. I quickly jerked up and moved into the closet, cringing as I tried to shut it gently as possible behind me. Please dont let him be in the mood I prayed over and over inside my head. I heard the footsteps get increasingly louder as they neared the bedroom. Please, please, please, I prayed, tightening my eyes shut. He was so close to the closet now, I could hear his breath against the door. Suddenly, the phone rang. Yeah, yeah, I heard him whine. What? He barked. Ill be right outside. Dont you move a hell away from that spot until I arrive! Got it? He groaned and slammed the phone down. As his footsteps neared the exit, I let out a sigh of relief. Then, I froze into a statue, realizing what I had done. He whirled around and swung open the closet door. He looked at me with raging eyes, the eyes of a monster. Suddenly, his hand grabbed my hair and swung me onto the ground. He punched my cheek; my head flew to the side. The whole room was spinning out of control, and I think my eyes blanked for a second. All I heard was the sound of a car beeping, and a fierce Ill deal with you later. As the wooden door slammed shut, I sat there, dazed, in a trance, as rain began to pour out the skys heavy, violet clouds.
Joes P.O.V.
The thought of going to school again made me uncomfortable, like I had something to hide. I'd long for the comfort of my room, my only shady, dark piece of shelter I had. Id miss something else, as well. I'd miss the sharp edges of my knife, the way it curved up on one end, the two sides meeting at one crisp, sharp point. I forced a smile as I lifted the creaking floorboards with one hand, I removing a knife from underneath its sacred space with the other. This was my sanctuary. And my very own most prized possession. I smiled again as I lifted the silver knife upwards. A strike of lightening reflected on its polished glass, as it glistened in the dark of the night. Tears dropped from my watery eyes, again, as I remembered. Everything. The tears dropped in unison with the rain, hitting the cold ground at the same time. The tears ran down my arms, meshing with the droplets of blood, dropping in to the floor, creating red and clear swirls where there should have been none.
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