_flashback _
No matter what or who I will start anew today. I will go on. No one can stop me. I don't want to stay in the past. I will never give up. That's what my parents thought me.
Tracy can try but she can't win.
Neit closed her eyes. For a minute the whole world was silent. A little twinkle of her favorite song poured honey into her ears. She took a deep breath.
Her amber eyes twinkled in joy and her light purple plump lips stretched into a smile revealing her dimples.
With a strong determination of not giving up, she entered the into the school.
"Hey! Mrs. Laden wanted to meet ya at the music room to run some errands." Jedy shouted and ran away for lunch.
"Gotchya!" Neit shouted back and walked towards the isolated corridor while humming to an upbeat funky tune.
"Mrs. Laden?" The student entered into the dark room.
"Mrs. Laden I'm Neit. And you wanted to meet me?" She closed the door and walked towards the piano.
"Umm Mrs. Lade-" a string grip on her shoulder howled her to the floor.
Neit started to stand up as soon as her body hit the floor but a slippery hand squeezed her neck as it wrapped around it. The thumb pressed hard against the side where she was able to breath and suddenly all the oxygen inside her came into a halt. A heavy weight crawled on top of her and her injured hip bone flared in pain.
"HEL-!!!" The other hand clamped her mouth shut and a hazy glint of a pointy thing blinked at her. She shrieked against the palm continuously as she felt her skin tear apart and the pointy thing went deeper into her hipbone. It was as if someone was writing something on her. It was so intense and agonizing. Neit screamed through the fist like a psychopath.
"Stop!" She wanted to beg. The cuts grew deeper. The torturing went on forever and she almost wanted to die without suffering like this.
The hand drew away after some time. She was fed up. She knew who this person was. There was only one person who would do such things to her. But this was it! This suffering should have an end!
Neit tried to raise her head but gave in when her neck throbbed. Even that small interruption was enough to cause her great pain which ran down her hipbone like an endless loop.
"T- Tracy?" She whimpered.
A low chuckle echoed through the dark room and a weird moist sensation plastered her gashes. It was as if someone was licking it. Neit winced in pain. A figure loomed over her cheeks and a hot breath blew her fresh tears dry.
"Good girl." A very familiar vice cooed into her ears. "You look so beautiful when you cry in pain under me." That deadly tone was too familiar.
"Why!?" Neit pushed her away painfully.
"Why are you doing this.... to me?!" She struggles to stand up. Her body gave in and her legs wobbled. She closed her eyes and felt her falling back. She drifted away into unconsciousness while embracing the bloody floor.
The busy sounds of the city and the howl of the dusty wind blew through the window of the music room. By now the tiled floor was slippery enough from the sticky blood released. Neit's cloths were wet from the sweat and blood it had infused and that woke her up from her unconscious state.
Her eyelids sticked together but somehow she forced herself to open them and focused on the dark grey view in front of her. It was the ceiling. She was still in this damn music room. Her throat was dry and hoarse. She gulped hard to refresh herself. A torn piece of paper bustled near the entrance when she turned her head towards the only source of light.
"I have to get up."
Neit shook when her legs moved to hit on the floor. Slowly and carefully she stood up and crumpled down back. Once again, she took a deep breath and focused. Her body was soaked in blood hence she felt as if her neck was tied to a rock. She started to drag herself towards the entrance. The floor made a squeaky sound when the trail of her sweat and blood passed over it. Finally she reached out and clinged onto the doorknob. She counted form 1 to 3 and stood up slowly.
At first , her whole body shattered into pieces from her head to toe. Her breathing was unsteady and her lower body was nonexistent. But when she saw the empty corridor and the passing students her inner self overflowed with anger and newfound rage and that furthermore developed a brand new level of energy within her. She clutched her wound and ran outside.
Straight towards the headmaster's office.