When I get home, the first and only person I see is my grandpa.
"don't." I say, dropping my bag temporarily on the floor.
"have you eaten?" I ask, looking at his facial expression.
He nods weakly. "grandpa, you need to take care of yourself." I say, turning around and grabbing my bag.
"I am." he says.
I sigh, and make my way upstairs and into my room.
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The next day, going early to the library wasn't a big deal. Though it had become my daily routine for some time now.
I go through some books about fantasy. Coming across realistic stories such as that of Medusa, Aphrodite and even of the Bluebloods.
Their story was the most complicated and interesting of them all. The story felt so real.
After Philosophy class, I was bothered. It wasn't about what had happened a few days ago concerning my hair. It was about what I had read the other day. I knew precisely whom the eighteen year old man was.
He was my father, and he was captured by one of those unknown creatures.
I was walking down the hallway now, with those thoughts still roaming round my head. But I should have known that when there is peace, in my case it was just the calm before the storm.
I hadn't finished my train of thoughts when a blondie with emerald green eyes sashayed towards me.
Sasha.
"hey Mystic!" she called, as she neared. I rolled my eyes.
Obviously not in the mood for trouble this time.
"what do you want this time?" I ask, obviously irritated by her constant pestering presence in my life.
"I want you to get out of my life." she said, to my face.
"excuse me?" I ask, pretty sure I hadn't heard her right.
"You heard me, get out of my life." she repeated.
I huff a laugh, "trust me, you wouldn't want my problem." I say, trying to leave but she stops me.
"what will you do? Huh? Daughter of a bitch." she says so viciously, that when my palm hits her face, I'm not the bit worried about that.
Everyone in the hallway gasps, she is facing her side. A hand against her cheek.
"how...dare you?" she asks me furious. She tries to raise her hand on me.
And when she does, I don't even try to block it. But however, before she can touch me. A hand holds her arm in mid air. It wasn't me, it was someone else.
It was Holden.
"I'd prefer you stay within your limits Sasha. You don't want to get suspended, do you?" he asks, eyes narrowing at her.
She forcefully yanks her hand out of his grip, shaking with anger she leaves.
I stare at Holden like he had just grown two heads or something.
Of course, I should be grateful to him for helping me.
But right now, I was filled with anger. Anger, for which reason I didn't know.
I just walk out. " hey, Mystic wait!" I hear him call out to me.
I'm practically walking out the halls with anger when he grabs my hand. Halting me in place.
"what just happened in there?" I ask as calmly as I can.
"I was just trying to help." he says calmly, looking into my eyes like he could see how hurt I was.
"well don't." I say, attempting to pull my hand out of his grip. But instead he pulls me into a hug.
Which for some reason calms me down. I try to struggle out of his grip, but his strength is so strong, he pins me in place.
"calm down. Can't we just be friends?" he asks, voice calm and soothing.
And for a moment my anger flares, but calms down as quickly as it had risen.
"no." I say, leaning into his hug. Before he pulls away, "why?" he asks, looking me in the eyes, his hands on my shoulder.
"I don't want you to go through what I've been through. It would be better if you stayed away." I said voice low.
"what are you trying to shield me from? I've been through hell, so I can go through this as well." he says, I could have sworn there was a flash of red in his eyes.
I shrug his hands off my shoulders. "you don't understand. I've been through something worse than hell. I've been through death." I say, looking into his eyes, he stares back and doesn't stop me.
As I walk out the school premises this time.
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