Lying in her bed, Amelia Smith thought about the strange new things to come, she thought of how next year would be her last year in school, she thought about boys and how she hopes this year, she will finally get one to be her boyfriend., most of all though, she thought about the ever more violent butterflies in her stomach, ripping apart her insides, and about the impending doom of the unknown that was causing them. Amelia Smith thought of all these new changes to her life and how they terrified her, but she had no idea just how much her life was about to change, for better, or for worse.
She was 15 years old and attended Lighthall Secondary School for Challenged Young Adults. All her life she’d been seen as different because she refused to keep her mouth shut when she knows something is wrong, a flaw that has gotten her a fair few black eyes in the past. Always seen as an underachiever, she was actually an incredibly intelligent young woman, but her lack of patience and her lacklustre enthusiasm caused her teachers to always believe she was, for the lack of a better term, an idiot. She couldn’t write very well, but she could read at an amazingly fast pace and she knew all the answers in her head, getting them out of her mouth was a problem though.
It all started on the first day back in school, her first day as a year 11 student. She managed to survive her first two lessons and they were on their morning break and all the students were outside in the playground. Amelia was sitting on her own, back against the wall, away from all the other students, staring off into space. All of a sudden she came crashing back to earth when a rock suddenly smacked off of her head. After taking a few seconds to shake off the dizzy feeling she had in her head, she managed to regain composure just in time to look up and see a foot coming straight for her face. It was too late to dodge and the shoe made contact with her head. Instantly her head connected with the brick wall behind her and the world went black.
She was only out for a couple of seconds, but when she regained consciousness, another girl was on top of her, punching her in the face without stopping. In between punches, she got a glimpse of the attackers face. Of course, she thought, its Emily Chettingham, the queen bitch of the school. Emily Chettingham was famous for being the toughest girl in the school, as well as a major bully and it goes without saying, a complete and utter bitch. She was the school’s bike; most of the boys in school had already had her, and the ones that hadn’t definitely wanted to. She wasn’t very attractive, but she was incredibly easy and that’s what made her so popular. She’d always had a grudge against Amelia however, because every single boy that was fucking Emily was thinking of Amelia while they were doing it.
Amelia was the prettiest girl in school, she had developed in all the right places, and she never wore make-up, she didn’t need it, unlike Emily who caked herself in the stuff. The problem for Amelia though was confidence, she was always surprisingly shy for such a foul-mouthed girl, and to this day never had a boyfriend, which just made all the guys want her more. Amelia was also not a fighter, she had never been in a fight her entire life, but she’d had her ass kicked too many times to count.
Emily was swinging punches still and Amelia felt that she couldn’t hold on much longer. She thought about all the pain she’d been through in her life, nothing seemed to go right, her dad left when she was still young, her mom turned to alcohol to soothe the pain, and that’s what killed her, she just had one drink too many, the doctors in the hospital said that her liver was just way too gone to be saved. Amelia was all alone in this world. Then she thought about everything that Emily put her through, all the name calling, all the ass kicking, all the shit that she’s put up with, and now, in the year that everything’s supposed to change, she has to put up with this crap again? A sudden flash of red flooded Amelia’s eyes, and then the next few seconds were just red, she couldn’t see a thing, she couldn’t feel a thing, she was just empty, but it wasn’t a bad kind of empty, it was more like all the burdens that she’d been carrying for 15 years all vanished at once, emptiness was a relief.
When the red disappeared, the ring of students that were surrounding the two, screaming, shouting, cheering, were now silent, they were all shocked. Amelia was on top of Emily now, pounding her face with more force than Amelia even knew she had in her. She was screeching at the top of her lungs “I hate you! Die you stupid bitch! Just Die! You worthless piece of shit! You stupid fucking cunt! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”. Each punch was amazing, she felt something that she’d never felt before, she was gleeful. Her mind had snapped and she felt there was no coming back, and she didn’t want to come back. Every time her fist hit Emily’s face it felt warmer, she was so into causing pain and so overjoyed at seeing Emily’s face become bloodier and bloodier, she didn’t even realise that her hand was literally heating up. Each punch made her hand change colour, becoming pink, then red, and then eventually it became a glowing white.
Just as Amelia was about to land the finishing blow, she stopped. She didn’t want to stop, her body just became frozen. Taking a second to look around, it soon became clear that Amelia herself hadn’t frozen. It was almost as if time itself had stopped, but she was still completely aware. Everyone had stopped moving, not one person even twitched or moved a nanometre. This was just bizarre, nothing in her life had been as weird as this moment, and that was saying a lot with all the weird stuff that was already happening to her.
Suddenly there were footsteps coming from behind, slow, with a steady beat, almost musical. First the sound came from far away, and the beat carried on for a very long time, what felt like an eternity. When the sound was no more than 6 feet away they came to a sudden stop. A man’s voice came out like silk, the type of voice that makes you feel sleepy, yet makes you listen to every word. “Looks like I got here just in time.” A sudden shiver flew down Amelia’s spine, and the butterflies came back, more violent than before. Now Amelia really knew what the feeling of change, the feeling of impending doom felt like. “Amelia Smith, I presume?”
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