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 Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 10:35 pm
Melody has been addicted to Heroin for the last four/five years.
During the day of the school's annual tournament event, Terrell snuck into her room and stole what was left of her supply. His intention was to jump start Mel on the road to recovery.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 6:01 pm
 Friday, December 05, 2013
After she got back to campus, Terrell kept her busy with strange requests. He needed underwear and shoes to be drawn for some new students. One of them was a unicorn centaur thing. No problem, just a bra and some horseshoes. But then there was the girl that fell from the sky: an adorable shorty who Mel was determined to dress in baggy jeans and snapbacks.
When she finished with that task, she invited herself to Anna's room and curled up on her designated pile of pillows. Homework time had shifted into a game of "guess where Sir's cheekbones are." A grin crept upon her face, and a feeling of warmth washed over her. The dude was like a shot of heroin for her, except all happy and no pain kill. The sketchbook was closed and set aside in favor for the phone that was silenced in her bag. Her heart jumped seeing a chatroom notification. That was a first! She quickly tapped her password and opened Lubchenko Live. Her grin of anticipation dissipated into a horrified frown and knitted brows of confusion.
Like a Sir: I'm leaving.
Hours ago, she could stare at those words and tap away calmly. Now, she felt her heart race and fingers hastily beating on the tile letters.
TummyRubLuver009: I just got this, are you already gone?!
TummyRubLuver009: Did something happen? Why all of a sudden?
She waited with bated breath, staring at the screen for an indicator that Like a Sir was typing. Nothing. Not even a stamp to indicate that her message had been read. She stared at her screen for what felt like hours. The pounding in her heart reached her ears, as the dread the washed over her. Thumbs shaked, urging to dig into the screen and pull Jonathon out for answers, but all she could do is offer a final request.
TummyRubLuver009: If you're not gone yet, could I see you off?
~~☠~~
One in the morning. The fox laid restlessly against her small mound of pillows and cushions against the foot of Anna's bed. She stared up at the ceiling, getting a crawling feeling under her skin. She was supposed to be asleep. That way her stash would last until morning. But damn it, if she didn't have the shittiest ending to a good day ever. She glanced at her phone and pressed the lock button hopelessly, only to be faced with the time and date. Her fingers then inched towards the itch in her arm and proceeded to scratch. She sighed with frustration and eased herself up from the floor. Her muscles had already began protesting the movement. She staggered to the door and left as quietly as possible, to not wake her friend.
Thank God that Anna's room was just down the hall, stairs would've been a nightmare. Upon opening her door, the scent of intruders hit her like stank in a locker room. She growled and crept inside, investigating the smells. It smelt like a dead bird -- no, death and a bird. She recognized Terrell's scent almost instantly, and slowly began to realize that Az intermingled with it.
Immediately, she opened the drawer and felt underneath for her stash. Nothing. Not even the sticky residue of where the tape once was. She slammed the drawer closed and knocked over a lamp with a frustrated shout. That damned zombie teamed up with Terrell and stole her stash! Without a second thought, she stalked outside of her room and made a beeline for the teachers' dorms.
Terrell awoke to aggressive knocking and the shouting of Melody at his door. The halfling leapt out of bed and ran to the door, as if opening it would make the noise stop.
"Get the ******** out of my way," Mel demanded, as she tried to shove past him.
He shifted his weight to block her, only irritating her more.
"Do you have any idea how late it is?" He asked with tiresome irritation.
"Give no ******** o'clock," she snapped, "Where's my stash?"
Of course, what else would she be pissy about at one in the morning?
"I got rid of it," he said honestly. Well, sort of. Illasun asked for the bag, and assured him that she would handle it. He hoped that she did.
"That was my last bag!"
"Tough Titty."
She began to scream angrily, his hand went flying for her mouth and muffled it.
"Are you trying to wake the whole building?!" he whispered harshly.
Mel growled under his hand, and bit into the fleshy piece between his thumb and index finger. The half angel recoiled and bit back a groan in pain. As quickly as she bit down the hand was released, blood seeping out from where her canines dug in. The fox stomped out of the building, ears flat and still growling.
~~☠~~
After putting everyone else to bed, Illasun had just managed to lay down herself for the night when loud banging and shouts interrupted her rest. It was from floor below her. It sounded like some sort of skirmish, but in the teacher’s dorms? Who could it be? Her lioness ears pointed toward the noise, a feminine and masculine voice.. Who slept below her again?
She decided to venture out and check on them. It could be a very serious situation whatever it was. She had to make sure it didn’t get out of hand.
A panic set in the second she reached the landing of the first floor. Blood. She ran the rest of the way.
Terrell stood outside his room examining the bite mark left by his cranky little sister. He assumed the sound of footsteps was her coming back for another bite of him. He looked up quickly, surprised to see the head of blonde running towards him.
"Illasun?" embarrassment washed over him, she must've heard all of that, "Sorry...She just realized her drugs were gone," he raised his right hand to rub the back of his neck.
“Really? Did she do something to you?” Illasun’s eyes went immediately to spot of red on Terrell’s hand. Quickly, the hand was hidden behind his back, and he attempted to nonchalantly wipe the blood off on his tank. She grabbed his arm as he was attempting to wipe the blood off on his shirt, there was no hiding the evidence from her. Bite marks were driven into his skin, and it was still bleeding as she held his arm still. Her brow furrowed with worry.
"Yeah, just a bite. I'll live." he said calmly, "Shouldn't take more than a few minutes to heal up."
He had hoped she'd leave it there. Release his hand with an uncertain 'okay' and go back to sleep. No. That would be too convenient. Instead, she used his hand to lead his steps into his own bedroom and brought him to the sink. Cool water washed away the blood to reveal the distinct bite marks. He cringed, imagining how much further Mel could have gone if she bit harder and refused to let go.
“Does she do this often?” She asked quietly as she watched the blood disappear from his hand. She looked to the bandages on her own arm. Terrell followed her gaze. This was the first he had noticed the bandages and thought to ask about them.
"No," he responded, still distracted by the bandages, "this is probably the withdrawal starting to get to her. She'll probably be like this for the next few days while her body readjusts."
Terrell turned the water off and dried his hand with a paper towel, then held it there to stop the bleeding.There was a moment of silence between them as Illa tried to determine if asking about Mel was the best thing to do. She remembered how he reacted before when the drugs first came up. He was scared what would happen if she forced them to leave the school for it, and she was pretty sure he didn’t hear when she said she wouldn’t… As a headmistress she guessed it was kind of supposed to be her business..? She was definitely concerned about it anyway.
“I don’t meant to pry,” she started. Terrell looked at her. That phrase meant everything but a resistance from prying. “But how long has this been going on? Is it really okay to just let her walk away on her own?”
He stared at her in silence for a few seconds before releasing a heavy sigh.
"Almost five years, I think..." he answered softly, "All she can do is throw a tantrum and lock herself in her room."
“I still worry she could hurt herself,” Illa added, her eyes shifting to the side. Withdrawal was very dangerous in its own right. “Don’t you want to at least check on her? Make sure she is okay?”
"I appreciate the concern, but I already have a plan in place." he responded shortly, "Even if I checked on her, she wouldn't want to see me. It would just result in another fight, and I'm sure she'd appreciate if I did this with as little damage to her public image as possible. The best thing to do is leave her be for the night."
Illasun could feel the helplessness and frustration in his voice. Years of dealing with this must have left him completely drained. He was too young to have to go through all of this alone, both of them were. She looked back at his hand.
“I know it must be frustrating seeing her like this, but I think I understand what she is going through. I want to help in some way.”
Terrell sighed and shook his head, uncertain about how he should respond. He didn't want to refuse the offer, but he wasn't sure how much he could ask of her. He excused himself to the bathroom to clear his head while he put a bandage over the wound. While opening the medicine cabinet, he considered how Illasun would help. Illasun remained where she was as Terrell left the room and leaned heavily against the counter. The past really does have a habit of coming back up doesn’t it? She hoped he would say yes. She only meant well after all. He closed the medicine cabinet and emerged from the bathroom, certain of his approach.
"If you can help watch her during the school, it would be a big help," he began counting withdrawal symptoms on the fingers of his uninjured hand, "She's going to be experiencing a lot of issues with bodily functions -- runs, vomit, things like that. These are normal but still need monitoring. Too much loss of water could kill her. She'll possibly have a loss of appetite and sleep. Don't let her nap in class, it'll just screw up her sleep schedule for when she does get clean. I'll talk to her friends about making sure she's eating. Lastly, pain. No matter how much she complains, don't let her get a hold of any pain medication. I don't need her getting addicted to anything else when she's supposed to be recovering, you know?"
She nodded with a smile as Terrell listed his off his requirements and everything she was to expect dealing with her addiction.
“I understand, she takes my art class, so I hope to connect with her that way. I just want to make sure there is someone she can turn to, especially in times like these. Thank you Terrell.”
"Trust me, I should be the one thanking you," he assured her. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad, after all, "It's late, we should be getting back to bed."
Illasun nodded again.
“Yes, you’re right. It has been an eventful day.” She turned to leave, “Keep your wound clean okay? Good night.” She left the room with hope for Melody and Terrell.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 6:02 pm
Day 02
Saturday, December 06, 2013
While everyone was enjoying their Saturday, Terrell was leaning back in his office chair, scribbling on his trusty legal pad. His dominant hand was sporting fresh bandages, which made it difficult to write. He was working on a plan: Mel's rehabilitation. A real institution would be ideal, but that wasn't an option, all things considered. He was glad to know that Illasun was on his side, it would be one less thing to worry about.
If the last time she used with yesterday, she should be over the worst of it by Tuesday...Good, she won't be running between class and the bathroom for long. he thought to himself, marking what he should be aware of for the next few days. His phone was opened to a webpage of former heroin addicts and what their rehabilitation experience consisted of. There were variables, as expected, but he was able to put together a rough timeline.
Knock knock
The man looked at the door briefly, then to his phone. Ah, right on time.
"It's open," he called.
Opening the door was the magenta haired witch, Anna Silver. She walked in stiffly, as if being called to the headmistress's office for a crime she didn't commit. Terrell maintained a kind smile and gestured for her to take a seat in the chair across from his desk.
"Thanks for stopping by. I need to talk to you about an important matter," he said calmly, hoping to not scare her.
"What do you mean?" she asked innocently.
He hesitated -- would she even know about drugs? Az knew, but Az was a former heroin addict himself. Perhaps he should've called the other redhead to his office instead? No, what if he accidentally caused the boy to get addicted again? Is that even possible, for him?
"Wait, is this about Mel?" The witch asked, Terrell nodded and let her finish, "She's been hella sick, so she didn't do whatever it is you think she did."
He wanted to chuckle, thinking Anna's faith in Mel was a true blessing. The weight of the situation prevented that. He glanced down at the legal pad in his lap, reading over the list of expected symptoms for the first few days.
"What do you mean 'sick?'" he asked.
"She woke up with a nasty stomach bug."
"That's what I thought." he wrote down 'vomiting' under a line that was titled with the date, "I wanted to talk to you about her 'sickness,'"
"Okay...?" Anna looked at him uncertainly. As expected, considering how he did not look the least bit surprised by the news.
"I don't know if you're really familiar with normal human drugs, but essentially, Mel's been addicted to some nasty stuff."
"What do you mean 'nasty?'"
Terrell sighed and ran the bandaged hand through his hair.
"She's been taking this drug called 'heroin,' which is derived from a painkiller called morphine. I can't tell you why she started using it, but what it does is makes her unable to feel physical pain, and in turn has this way of making the rest of life look peachy. Sounds nice, except for the fact that it's highly addictive and deadly." he leaned forward in his chair, explaining as delicately as he could, "Yesterday, I took whatever she had left of it, in hopes that she could get clean.She's going through what a lot of addicts go through: withdrawal. Her throwing up? That's just after one night without the stuff. I didn't want to bring other students into this, but I can't really do this on my own."
"Oh. I see. So, what can I do?" Anna asked. Terrell smiled, relieved that she got straight to the point.
"Just keep an eye on her.If you see her acting suspicious, let me know so I can handle it. She's probably going to be really aggressive towards everyone, don't take it personally," he warned. He had not noticed, but he was now rubbing the bandages that covered the bite marks left by a very angry Mel, "I would like to do this as quietly as possible, she doesn't need the whole school knowing-- I doubt most of the non-human students would understand, anyways."
Anna sat in silence as she digested this information. Terrell put the legal pad and pen on the desk and laced his fingers together. He expected questions, a lot of them. How long had Mel been using? How long would withdrawal take? He expected, at the very least, for her to ask why dangerous things exist. He knew little of Anna, but Mel had made her out to be some innocent child in need of protecting. This theory was backed up with how often he saw the two together, rather than with the bigger group of trouble makers.
"I know it's a lot to take in," he said, "I don't expect you to know everything about this from one talk. You can look this stuff up online, read more into it if you need to." he stood up from his desk and walked to the door, then opened it for her, "That's all I wanted to talk to you about. You can go, check on Mel maybe."
Without another word, the student left his office. He closed the door and released a heavy sigh. I wonder if I did the right thing... He pondered on his way to his desk. He unlocked his phone and pulled up the same web page that he was perusing earlier. With Illasun and Anna on his side, Mel should be good as new by the end of the week!
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2016 8:47 pm
Day 03
Sunday, December 07, 2013
"UGGGHHHHH" Melody groaned as her stomach growled in protest.
Two days. It's been two whole days since she had a good hit. Her bangs stuck to her forehead, drenched in sweat. The bathroom was not a safe place...and yet, the only safe place she had. This was the longest she had been able to lay in bed. Yesterday she was clinging to her toilet, throwing up her breakfast, lunch, and dinner from the last week. At least, that's what it felt like.
Everything was sore. But not as bad as yesterday. Was it really subsiding? Or had she become numb to it? She wasn't sure. She didn't want to be sure. That would require moving, which hurt. Everything hurt.
But damn it, the taste of vomit still lingered and was exacerbating the never ending nausea. She rolled out of bed with tiny whines and whimpers. If God was truly forgiving, he'd kill her. Right now. Riiiiiiight now....Any second now...
Please?
"Jesus Christ," Melody got a good look at herself in the mirror, and she didn't look good at all.
Dark circles under her eyes, which burned with the desire to sleep. She hadn't gotten any of that either. Her eye twitched, desperate for just a wink. Just five minutes. That would be good enough. But it wouldn't work, she tried that. She laid in bed with her eyes closed. She counted the sheep. She played calming nature sounds on her phone. Nothing worked. Nothing.
She was pale...er. Like she was dying. She felt like she was dying. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and the feeling of cold wouldn't leave her. No matter how many blankets she curled under, it felt like she was diving into an ice-cold lake. Over, and over, and over again. A shiver ran up her spine.
Not Again...
Mel's shoulders shook violently and let out another soft whine. Her hand wasn't steady as she squeezed the toothpaste onto her toothbrush. Priority: get this nasty a** taste out of her mouth. Terrell assured her the vomiting should be stopping within the next day. If she wasn't hunched over a toilet at the time, she would've scratched his face off.
Who did he think he was? Coming into her room and stealing her stash? HE HAD NO RIGHT! She didn't even want to be in this damn place! Now he was gonna go through her room, take her s**t, and make her suffer?
She growled at her reflection, with the bubbled paste covering her lips like she was some rabid animal. She felt rabid.
~Well go get your shovel~
~And We'll dig a deep hole~
Her phone blasted from her back pocket. Haley Williams's voice reverberated off the bathroom walls. Melody went to her knees, covering her ears in pain as she felt a headache coming on.
~To bury the castle~
~Bury the castle~
She quickly fished the phone out from her sweat pants and glared at the mysterious number. This wasn't anyone she knew. Who the ******** was calling her?!
She swiped the call button to pick up and put the phone on speaker. Her fingers made quick work to turn down the volume before she blew deafened herself.
"Hello?" She answered, clearly irritated.
"Hey baby," came a stranger's voice from the other side.
Mel looked at the phone suspiciously. She hovered her finger over the hangup button.
"How's my favorite ginger?" the voice continued.
What the actual ******** style="color: coral">"Who is this?" Mel growled into the receiver.
"Phil! Knew you'd be happy to hear from me."
Phil?...Phil...Phiiiilll.....No, she never met a Phil.
"From where?"
"Phil from the food court. Food Court Phil."
Food court-- OH!
Her eyes widened, the sound of sax flooding back into her memory. There was that weird puppet kid, dancing terribly, but confidently. Then, there was the other kid singing along. Now she remembered. She was feeling fresh from her high and joined in-- She sang with him...
That's right, the dude made her laugh and she gave him her number.
"You took a selfie with a plant! Whoa, wassup?!"
She didn't know why she did, to be honest. It felt like a natural interaction -- they randomly outburst into a duet, nailed it, why wouldn't she keep in touch?
Maybe because she didn't know him?
He took her up on her suggestion of getting some greasy food and soda with him. ********, it was her idea. She sighed heavily, prepared to decline when it hit her...they would be in town.
"YES!" she got up in excitement, eyes wide, "I mean yeah, cool. See you at the Food Court, Phil."
She smirked, feeling very clever, and hung up the phone. Mel stood there with her hands firmly gripping her phone. She breathed heavily, amazed that she had a precious opportunity fall right into her lap, and she wasn't going to waste it.
I need to not look like s**t....
She turned on the shower and went through her closet as it warmed up. She was still in yesterday's clothes, which were covered in all sorts of nastiness. They would probably be burned when this was all over.
Mel laid out a pretty standard look for her: graphic t-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and a beanie to hide her ears under. Mostly black. The dirty clothes were thrown in a basket that she kept under the bed and then it was into the shower for her.
Once she was dried and dressed, she went digging in all her pockets and under every surface of her room. She had absolutely zero cash. She could ask Terrell--
No. Terrell couldn't know about this. He'd tell Klaus to stop her from leaving school grounds. It would ruin everything.
Ah, but there was someone she could trust.
"Annniiiieeeeeee?" Mel knocked on the witch's door.
Another shiver ran up her spine, causing her shoulders to spazz. She could do this. The day hasn't been terrible. She didn't need to cling to the toilet, or live in the bathroom, or curl up in a ball and cry.
Inside the room, Anna had surrounded herself with three books and had a pencil scribbling on its own. The knock drew her attention away from her work.
"Yeah?" Anna called out. Then, upon realizing who it was, got up from her desk, "Yeah! Hey! I haven't seen you all day! Are you okay?"
Mel looked at Anna after the door was opened. Sweet innocent Anna.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She rubbed her arm, "I need cash. I got a date with this dude."
"A date?!" Anna exclaimed, too closely. Mel's ears went back reflexively. "Really?! With who?"
"Uh..." She was taken aback by the sudden energy. Anna looked so damn happy to hear the news about a date. It felt like a crime...it was a crime. "His name is Phil, met him at the Food Court. Food Court Phil."
She regurgitated the nickname, trying to stick to the original plan. Maybe she didn't need smack. Maybe she'd be fine. After all, she felt better already...
Then she shivered.
"I need like, $200," Mel said quickly as she recovered, "In cash..."
"Cash?" Anna just looked at her. Crap, she shouldn't have asked...who the hell needed $200 for lunch?
"Yeah..." Think fast, Mel, "We might walk around a bit...and...art supplies are expensive?"
There was a long moment of silence as Anna stared at her friend. At least, it felt long to Mel. She felt her heart racing with anticipation. What if she said no? Would she have to steal it? Would she go that far?
Yes. Yes she would. Anna wouldn't miss it, if she was smart about it. Maybe she could pawn something to pay her back later.
"Ummm," Anna hesitated.
This was it. Mel was ******** style="color: mediumvioletred">"Let me check my wallet." Anna finished.
Mel's eyes went wide and her tail wagged behind her. Yes! She couldn't contain her grin as the witch dug through a purse. Things in Canada were more expensive than they were in America. Lucky for Mel, poor Anna hadn't gotten used to the change in prices yet, so $200 seemed reasonable for a shopping trip.
"I don't think I have that but I know I have $50US." Anna said as she dug through a second bag. As promised, she produced a $50 bill, "Yup, only $50. Is that enough?"
No. Melody took the bill and looked down at it, displeased. This wasn't nearly enough for her regular dosage. How was she supposed to get through the rest of the day?
"Are you sure that's all you got?" Mel asked, reaching for the bag and digging through it herself. Anna was a rich kid. How did she only have $50?!
"Yeah, pretty sure. The exchange rate is crazy and...are you sure you're alright?"
One look at Mel said 'clearly not' but Anna didn't want to come right out and say it. The day before, Terrell had called Anna into his office to talk about the redhead's sudden stomach virus, which turned out to be an addiction to some nasty drug.
"Maybe you should stay home, dates can wait. I think." Anna couldn't bring herself to say 'withdrawal.' Mel didn't know that she was aware of the situation. Bringing it up could make her angry. So, Anna tried to redirect her sickly friend, "I mean, you've been real sick with the...bug. You shouldn't push yourself to go out."
Mel tossed the purse back into the room, giving up. Ugh, this blows. She didn't think she was going to manage to scrounge up an extra $150 on such short notice. Now she had to calm Anna's nerves.
She could do that. She just had to keep it cool.
"Yeah, but it was one of those twenty four hour things, ya know?" Genius. "I stayed in my room and rested, so now I'm all better."
"You don't look better," Anna muttered to herself, but Mel's ears picked up on it. "If you really want to go out, all I've got is the $50."
Ugh...fine.
"Guess it'll have to do." Mel concluded, "Thanks."
That was all she said as she turned and crumpled up the bill to shove it in her pocket. Guess she'll have to make do. Anna stood by the door, feeling helpless as she watched her friend walk off. She wanted to say something, but was too scared to lose her friend -- her first friend.
Melody arrived to town early for her date. Or rather, right on time to run a quick errand. She stalked the alleyways between buildings until she saw the familiar silhouette of a shady man hiding behind a dumpster. Perfect.
"Ey, I hear you got some supply." Mel walked up, cooly.
The man took one look at her and knew she was desperate. She was practically drooling. Her smirked and beckoned for her to come over.
The exchange was quick and quiet. They shook hands to exchange the cash and baggy, then went on their merry way with their hand shoved in their pockets. Easy peasy.
Mel used up the rest of her time to shoot up in the bathroom. Funny, this is how she ended up meeting Phil and giving him her number. Once she felt normal again, she emerged from the bathroom with the same confidence that radiated from her several days ago.
And there was Phil, waiting in the Food Court, ready to buy her greasy snacks and soda.
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 4:49 pm
Day 04
Monday, December 08, 2013
Today marked the first day since Terrell took Mel off her precious drugs that she would have to go to school. Of course, this was no accident, he had carefully planned and scheduled when to deal with the problem head on.
As he got dressed for the day, he looked over at a calendar he hung on his wall, with the days decorated in sticky notes of what he expected to happen, if everything went according to plan. By this point, Mel would be done with the worst of the symptoms and able to walk around and function semi-normally. Good enough to go to school.
He made his way to the girls' dorm building, nodding to anyone that he passed on his way down the hall. He knocked on Mel's door to give her a chance to answer herself.
Nothing.
Another knock. He heard her stirring.
Okay, time to take measures into his own hands. He looked through his ring of keys until he found a small one to unlock her door.
"Vamos, levantate, " (Come on, get up,) Terrell walked in, casually.
"What the ACTUAL ********> came the angered response from beneath a heap of covers.
"Levantate." (Up.) Terrell quickly pulled all of them off and she visibly shivered.
"¿Tiene una clave para todas las habitaciones, o simplemente la mía? " (Do you have a key to all the rooms, or just mine?) Mel asked, curling herself in a ball and whimpering.
Okay, time to take it up a notch. Blinds were pulled open, washing the room with the sun's bright light. Mel just covered her eyes and rolled away from the window, growling and swearing.
" No me hagas te arrastre. Sabes que lo haré. " (Don't make me drag you. You know I will.) he threatened, but remained casual and matter-of-fact.
"Go away." she whimpered, hugging her tail desperately for warmth and protection from daytime.
" Sé que es difícil, pero todavía tiene que ir a clases. " (I know it's rough, but you still have to go to classes.) he said to her gently as he put a soft hand on her shoulder and tried to turn her over.
He hoped it would be a nice, touching moment. Instead, she kicked him in the gut and sent him to the ground.
"GET THE ******** OFF ME!" she screamed.
He gasped for air and looked at her with a hardened face.
"Okay....fine." he said, ready to bring out the big guns.
Mel let out another scream when Terrell reached for her, but he wasn't going to put up with it. She was hoisted off her bed and over his shoulder, which reminded her that she was nauseous. She started beating his back, but quickly stopped when her arms hurt. He had to keep in the pain from every other hit which added impact from her phone.
Unceremoniously, Mel was put down into the bathtub and Terrell put his hand on the shower knob.
"ESPERE, MI TELÉFONO! " (WAIT, MY PHONE!) She screamed, clutching the device to her chest.
" Tienes quince minutos para llegar juntos. Voy a dejar la ropa en el fregadero. " (You have fifteen minutes to get it together. I'll leave your clothes on the sink.) His instructions were as cold as the water he released unto her.
Mel quickly curled in on herself to protect her phone but howled miserably as Terrell left her alone in the tub. If she wanted to sit in soggy pajamas, fine. But she was going to get dressed, get breakfast, and go to class even if Terrell had to drag her through each and every step of the way. He grabbed her uniform and put it on the sink, as promised, then closed the door. An exhausted hand dragged down his face. It was worse than he planned.
She relapsed.
~~☠~~
And so, the hellish cycle ******** ******** ******** all of this bullshit!
Soggy Mel sniffled in her cold shower, too busy shivering to do anything about it. At least her phone was safe. At least the shower was loud enough that Terrell wouldn't hear her sobbing and sniffling to herself. All she wanted to do was lay in bed and suffer. Was that too much to ask?
Yeah, clearly. Only Terrell gets to decide how she was going to be miserable, apparently.
It was a painful journey, but Mel managed to crawl out of the tub and dress herself. It was quiet on the other side of the door, she hoped that Terrell had left her to her own devices. She shouldn't have been so stupid, seeing as he was waiting by her bedroom door when she emerged from the bathroom.
Uggghhhh.
She took painful steps towards the main school building, with Terrell right by her side as her escort. He was reading over her schedule as they were passed by students walking a bit faster than the both of them. She heard whispers of students deciding they wanted to skip the classes they had with Faost. Nothing out of the ordinary, kids skipped class all the time. Hell, she was going to skip a whole day! But to skip Faost's class? Even she was gonna feel bad about that. Whelp, their loss.
Once in the cafeteria, Mel sat herself down and let Terrell go to get himself breakfast. She could've made a run for it, if she didn't feel like her joints were going to fall off. Tiredly, she rested her head in her arms, shivering when her skin made contact with the cool surface.
"Comes." (Eat.) Terrell instructed, putting a tray in front of her.
She tilted her head to look at the food.
"No tengo hambre." (I'm not hungry.) her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Si usted es, usted simplemente no lo saben." (Yes you are, you just don't know it.) He responded coldly. She offered a pitiful whine. "Okay..." he sighed. He was quiet again as he looked over her schedule. Probably to preoccupy himself. After all, he was the one that made it for her. She thought she was in the clear until he started again, " Que necesita para continuar con su trabajo escolar, --" (You need to keep up with your school work-- )
"Whyyyyy--"
" Debido a que usted no está realmente enfermo." (Because you aren't really sick.) He glared at her. She whimpered again. " Pero por lo menos usted no tiene que ir a cualquiera de las clases del Sr. Faost." (But at least you don't have to go to any of Mr. Faost's classes.)
" Pero esos son mis favoritas ... " (But those are my favorite...)
" No me importa. " (I don't care.) He snapped, " No quiero que ir a sus clases. De hecho, sólo se mantenga alejado de él si lo ve todo, ¿entendido?" (I don't want you going to his classes. In fact, just stay away from him if you see him around, understand?)
" ¿Por qué diablos no me arrastre fuera de la cama? Es mi primera clase! " (Why the ******** did you drag me out of bed? He's my first class!) Mel sat up quickly (ow), now more angry than anything. This was BULLSHIT and he knew it!
" Para mantenerlo en una rutina. " (To keep you on a routine.) Terrell answered smugly.
She stared at him incredulously. He just put her through hell only to tell her that she was going to skip her first (and last) class. No. This wasn't his call. If he thought he was going to give her this much s**t over routine and classes, he wasn't going to tell her to skip specific classes for no damn reason.
"Comes." (Eat.) He demanded again.
She spat.
The tray was thrown onto the floor with a satisfying clatter, and she stood up so fast from her chair that it toppled over loudly. She didn't care who was watching her as she stomped out of the cafeteria and straight to class, leaving Terrell to deal with the awkward aftermath.
When she got to her first class, she fixated on the doorknob and was quick to wiggle it. Locked.
Nooooo, nononononono, this wasn't happening. She gave it a few more firm wiggled before lifting her head to peer through the tiny window in the door. But instead of a window, she was face to face with a bright white piece of paper and black ink.
Class Canceled
Mel's bottom lip quivered. She sunk to the ground and pulled out her phone, ears drooping.
Sir was still offline. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to message him, since the last time she did, they talked casually and got into a fight. Well, not really a fight, she just didn't want to deal with his s**t this early in the morning.
Tch, well, she was already in a bad mood. It wouldn't be that terrible if he responded to add on.
She tapped her fingers on the screen to send him messages that she didn't expect him to respond to. Maybe he'll respond eventually. If he ever got online again.
TummyRubLuver009: Snowflake canceled his classes today. I'm legit bummed out. Like, waking up today was pretty shitty, and I'm sure it's gonna be shitty the rest of the day, but I mean I look forward to his classes. There wasn't even a reason or anything, just a note -- which is weird cuz he never misses a class either.
TummyRubLuver009: I hope he's okay.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2017 7:18 am
Day 05
Tuesday, December 09, 2013
Yesterday had been difficult. Terrell was harassing her about going to class, doing her homework, and almost went as far as force feeding her. Nevermind that she felt like vomiting everything. The cherry on top was finding out that Mr. Faost had canceled all of his classes, which left her without any relief from Terrell's torture. Not even Sir was online to help her out, he was probably still mad at her. She thought the truth would set her free from whatever weirdo managed to get her number, but obviously that was just a trick phrase to get people to confess the bad s**t they did.
Obviously, Sir was the wrong person to tell. But there was someone else who'd get it.
The trek to the boys' dorm was unusually long and painful for her that night. The cool winter air felt like freezing winds against her skin, which raised in protest of this venture. It would be worth it, she was certain.
She heard the singing of angels as she approached the door to her savior. Heart raced with anticipation as she rapped on the door with sore knuckles and waited.
Waited.
And.......waited.
Where the <********> was he?! She quickly kicked the door and shouted with a mix of pain and frustration. Of all the nights for Kieran to be out and about, this was the worst. Maybe he was with Deja.
Great.
Defeated, she leaned her back against the door and slid down. He'd have to come back in the morning, she knew he would.
Maybe...
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The night was long and silent, for the most part. She was left alone with her thoughts for hours and defaulted to staring at her hands and examining the lines of her palm. She could do hyperrealism...one day.
Birds chirping was the only indicator that morning was coming, and maybe this horror would end. Why were all of her hopes and solutions starting with 'maybe?'
Ugh, this wasn't promising.
She considered getting up (for the thousandth time that night), but convinced herself (again), that it wasn't worth the pain.
Her ears twitched automatically to the sound of shuffling down the hall. All she could muster was a glance over to see the shoes of whoever it was. Definitely a dude.
"Whozzat," he slurred, "Whozzere."
The second time around, she could tell it was Kieran's voice, and it took all her strength to lift her head so she could see this was true.
"Sup, Kieran?" Mel whimpered weakly, with a half cocked smile. She couldn't help but notice that he was staggering. Heh, what a pair they were. "Shiiit, and I thought I was having it bad."
Kieran laughed softly, then shook his head as he leaned down the wall beside her.
"Nah, nah. I'm...I'm cool," He insisted.
"Yeah, right."
"What are you doing out so early?" he asked as his hand plopped itself onto her head to pet it.
Mel flinched instinctively, but quickly calmed herself down. Kieran was a friend, she could trust him. Besides, head-pets were good things.
"I've been here all night." she explained, "Not like, tryin' to be a stalker chick..."
"Hey, if you was stalkin', I wouldn't be complainin', y'know." he joked, and she appreciated that. It made this whole situation seem a lot less bleak.
"I've been real ******** up lately, and everything hurts. So, when you didn't answer the door, it was easier for me to crash here...except I couldn't really sleep."
"You been here all night?" He asked, grinning. Mel nodded weakly, "Well, s**t. Let's get you in before you go limp on me."
He stood with a soft laugh and shook his head. Mel watched his legs shake and wondered if he'd go limp himself. But she didn't worry about it too much when a hand was hanging in front of her face.
"C'mon, I'll get you all fixed up."
"Oh my God, you're a lifesaver." Mel eagerly responded, shooting a hand up to grab his as fast as she could. Getting up wasn't anything graceful, especially when she had to put her other hand on the door to help herself. Kieran helped her to her feet.
"Hey, you know I ain't about to let you crash. You need your fix, I got you." He supported her as he unlocked the door and helped her through, "C'mon in, get comfy. I'll grab your stuff."
He didn't have to tell her twice! With as much enthusiasm as she had, it would be ideal to literally dive into the mattress and roll around in the covers.
Keyword: ideal.
Instead, she slunk over and sat on the mattress, pulling out a pocket sketchbook on her way over.
"Y'know, I thought comin' by was at least gonna get me hooked up with some cash to get my stuff," she spoke casually as she flipped through and pulled out the appropriate paraphernalia, "I didn't think you dealed from your room. Ballsy."
"Old habits die hard, y'know." Kieran responded. Yes. She knew. "Gotta make sure I've got some security in case s**t hits the fan. If I gotta split, I gotta be able to make a bit of money before I can find a new place."
"I don't blame ya. Would've done the same if I knew I was gonna be here."
"Well, don't worry too much," he reassured her as he felt along his wall for a small crease, "I managed to strike up a deal with some people in the area, so if you ever need any, you just come to me. I'll take care of you."
As if he just spoke the magic words, the small chunk of wall that he pressed against moved to the side to reveal a small space, which he reached into and summoned a decent sized bag of Mel's most favorite thing in the world.
She could feel the drool coming on.
"Use what you need," he walked back to the bed and tossed it beside her, "but don't be goin' out with it. You wanna feel good, you come here."
She was almost sure of herself that this was all a dream. It was perfect. She lifted the bag with a shaky hand and gulped down a lump in her throat.
"Thank you." She whispered, tears in the corner of her eyes.
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"I feel soooooooooooooo much better," Melody sighed as she rolled down her pants leg. She felt warmth return to her and the pain was subsiding. Everything was right again.
"Good," Kieran chuckled and lied back on the bed, hanging his legs off the edge and resting his hands behind his head, "Like I said, you ever need yourself another fix, just one see me. I'll hook you up."
"Well then get used to seein' me before and after classes." she smirked, "Probably gonna be my basic routine from now on."
She began to quietly put away her tools as she thought on it. Kieran didn't make a move towards her stuff, despite having it with him. Though, the dealer's secret was to sell the stuff you don't use.
"Do you use anything?" she finally asked, focusing more on carefully lowering a syringe into paper, "Or is booze more your thing?"
"Nah, I'm clean, aside from the booze."
Mel smirked. That's what she thought.
"My mom was an addict. She cared more about her fix than she did about me," he spoke almost mindlessly, recalling his parents. Mel shifted uncomfortably. Maybe this was an elaborate trick to get her into rehab... "or about when dad used to come home trashed and beat me. Every time I'd see the people who'd come for their own fix back home, I'd see her face. Couldn't do it after that. Couldn't turn out like her."
"Geez, nice to know I remind you of your mother." Mel scoffed and lied next to him.
"Nah, you don't remind me of her. To be honest, I left home way too early. I don't really remember much about her. Just her face. She was into coke. Swear, she woulda sold me for a hit, if she could get away with it. 'Sides, I don't think my mother looked as good." He paused to give Mel a playful nudge. They both snickered. "Usually don't drink enough to ******** myself up, just enough to relax me, to kinda chill out, y'know? But ever since this," he pointed to his eyepatch, "Kinda don't mind seeing things so differently."
"I feel ya. For me, I don't like having a state of consciousness. Smack doesn't ******** up how I see the world, it just makes my body feel good. S'all I need. Drinks aren't really my thing. But hey, I can come over and we'll get ******** up together."
"Oh? So you sayin' we're gonna get to go on dates, now? Ain't I a lucky guy."
"Don't you go around jokin' about dates and s**t. You know Deja is a ******** lunatic." Mel she rolled her eyes with a grin.
"Oh, c'mon. You know you want me."
"Ehhhh" she playfully wobbled her hand, "You a'ight. And taken. I ain't a ho, y'know. Then again, I am in your room...and bed. s**t."
She snickered again, and was thankful that Kieran laughed with her.
"If I'd known it'd be this easy, I woulda done it a long time ago." He joked, but Mel couldn't help but wonder how much truth was in there. "And I know I'm more than just 'a'ight/' You need glasses."
"Yeah so do you. Have you met your girl? Geeeeeeeez."
Was that too far?
"Aight, then." Kieran sat up and crossed his arm, looking at her expectantly. s**t. "Let's hear what you got, then."
"Wait wha?"
"I can sit here and wait while you try." He grinned. A challenge.
Hooooo boy, she was ready! She hopped back up into a sitting position, tail wagging hyperly.
"Oh man, where do I start?-- Oh! I know, she's a b***h!" She came right out with it. Talking s**t about Deja was probably her favorite thing to do, and she finally got an all access pass to tell Kieran aaaaalll about it! "Her hair turns into pink snakes when she gets angry and that's the most threatening she could be? I've been itchin' to introduce her to a pair of scissors. Like, seriously dude, I'm pretty convinced she did some snake hypno type s**t to be your girlfriend. Why else would she wear sunglasses? She's the complete opposite of you, too. People like Deja, they don't get the type of s**t we've been through. Their version of 'survival' is coping when they ran out of milk for their cereal." She released a long, and satisfying, breath. That, was fun.
"She got that s**t goin' with her eyes." Kieran began to explain, poorly. "You know. That ********' uh. What's her name." His head met his hand several times hoping he could smack the name into his head. She stared blankly, still not knowing what he was trying to say. Her knowledge on magical creatures was pretty poor. "The ********' snake chick that stones people. Damn, what's the name. But yeah, she got that goin' on."
"She gets people stoned?" Mel looked even more confused, but kind of impressed at that ability.
"She looks at you, you become a statue."
Oh s**t. She cringed. Maybe it would be a good idea to keep the glasses on. Or just scratch out her eyes.
"And yeah, she don't get what we went through. She don't know how to survive. But...I dunno, that's kinda nice, you know?" He asked genuinely. Mel stared blankly, then slowly shook her head. "Bein' able to feel normal. Not havin' to feel so different to everyone. Ain't that why you hang out with Annie? Because she's different from you?"
The made Mel stop and think about her own dynamic with someone who wouldn't get her like Kieran.
"...I guess?" She began to admit. "I mean, with Annie it's like, I kind of like how she's a bit naive about it all. But at the same time, I gotta hide myself from her. That's not terrible since she's a friend, but that's why I wouldn't wanna date someone like that. You wouldn't be able to put your guard down and just talk about s**t cuz they'd either not understand or give you that sad pity look, like they feel sorry for ya. I ain't about all that."
"I mean, yeah, sure. I don't tell her everything about what i been through. I mean, hell. Even I don't remember everything. I know i did some ******** up s**t. I know I did what I had to so I could survive. But sometimes it's good to just not think about that, right?" He asked, Mel half shrugged. "Don't you ever get that feeling like you just wanna be...I dunno, normal? Maybe not human normal, but just, okay, I guess you could say?"
"Yeah...true." She let out a heavy sigh, opening up to the truth she was too afraid to face, "It's actually been kind of nice here. I mean, it sucked when I first got here but I don't have to look over my shoulder all the time, or waiting to bounce at a moment's notice. It's like I can relax and worry about stupid little s**t instead of crazy life-changing s**t."
"Yeah. It's kinda nice every once in a while." Kieran said, "I mean, living the lives we did was cool at times, too. But bein' here. Gettin' to meet everyone, it was nice. Still kinda is. Never really had any friends, just people I worked with, or the kids back home. Never really had anyone my own age. So, yeah, they don't get us. Probably never will. But we got each other, right?"
Mel smiled at him and nodded.
"Yeah, true." She began to lower herself into the bed once more, "And that's better than nothin'." She stretched her wear limbs and yawned. Yawned! "Oh my God I haven't felt tired in days. Is it cool if I crash here for a few hours?"
She asked, but she was already turning over and rubbing her face into the pillow. Kieran couldn't help but laugh and nod anyways.
"Yeah, go for it. I'm gonna clean all this up so we don't get busted, then I'm gonna crash." Kieran stood up with his own yawn as he grabbed his bag of supply and put it back into the wall. "You need anything while I'm up?"
No response. When he turned to look, she had already fallen asleep, sprawled across his bed as if she owned the whole thing. Kieran shook his head and watched her sleep for a moment, before covering the secret panel in his wall. He made himself comfortable on the floor and passed out shortly thereafter.
The two slept peacefully until Mel's phone rang. With a groan, she answered it, only to have Terrell yelling at her on the other side about where she was. She cursed and sprung out of bed, scrambling out as fast as she could.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2017 4:57 am
Day 06
Wednesday, December 10, 2013
"¿Dónde estás?" (Where are you?) Terrell's raised voice came from the other line.
"s**t dude--" She tried to defend herself quietly as she tiptoed over Kieran's sleeping body.
"Answer the question."
"I uh, got up early." was her quick witted excuse.
She was hastily grabbing her tote from the floor.
"And left your room to go ********. She ran out of the boys' dorm building, high tailing it back to the girl's.
"No where, I just uh," She paused, looking at the lake. "Went for a swim."
There was silence on the other line. She could imagine Terrell's look of disbelief.
"I'm on my way back in. Five minutes."
"I'll be outside." He hung up right after that.
Shiiiiit. She couldn't just show up totally dry. But she didn't have time to strip and dive into the lake -- not to mention, how many people were up right now and see her?
The door to the girls' dorms opened, and she threw her tote down and dove into the lake. The water's cold embrace gave her the sensation of floating in nothingness. It was soothing until she had to come up to breathe. Winter's air was not forgiving.
Mel sloshed towards Terrell, who waited at the front door as promised. His brows raised when she gave him an upwards nod.
"Gimme five minutes to change?" She asked, not waiting for a response as she hurried into the building with a shiver. Terrell followed right after her.
"I need to search--"
"I'm freezing Terrell! Jesus ******** Christ." She slammed the bathroom door in his face.
Away from view, she grinned triumphantly as she stepped into the shower. That's when she glanced at the soggy notepad sticking out of her pants ******** class="postcontent-align-center" style="text-align: center">Day 07
Thursday, December 11, 2013
Another glorious day! This arrangement she had with Kieran was her saving grace. Since she had everything she needed, Terrell looked like he was going to back down. Even better! Now if only Faost would come back to class. She thought about stopping by his room to check up on him, but Terrell was doing everything he could to make sure she didn't see him. It was weird. Apparently, everyone else in the school was in on some secret about the teacher, because the rumors only grew since the first day he canceled class. Now they were about some scary a** tales of eating students. In a match between Faost and a fly, Mel would bet all her money on the fly. She glanced at her phone, seeing no messages. That was another thing that became an unfortunate routine. Her and Sir still weren't talking. She had sent a message about her initial disappointment in the lack of Faost's classes, but got no response. She was almost too nervous to send anymore, just in case it irritated him. But she couldn't resist sending him another message, asking him if he was okay. After her 6th period, she asked a classmate about the Faost rumors. "You don't know? He's a monster." She was told, obviously. Mel cackled. "It's true! Didn't you see him at the tournament?""Whoa what? No?" He must've fought after she left. Damn it. "Well, they keep all those things recorded. You could see for yourself."She planned to. After classes got out, she went straight to Kieran's room for her fix. He was there, of course. After her fix, she gave Kieran a nod as she headed out and ventured towards the tournament. Her nose began to tickle with the smell of magic, and a low humming reverberated in her ears. She approached the tree portal, hesitant at first. The hair on her skin rose as she passed the magical threshold into the dark arena halls. It was only then, she realized she had no idea what she was doing. "Where would they even keep fight tapes?" she asked the empty room. And it responded. "Down this hall, towards the control room." a voice echoed above her, and as it spoke, a hallway lit up. Mel clutched her tote in shock and looked around. Nothing. No one. It was only her. Slowly, she approached the lit hallway and followed it to another room. The control room, right? It was surprisingly techy in appearance, with buttons and sliders at a large console, a giant screen-- well, several, that showed the arena at different angles. She looked around the room in awe, slowly walking towards the console. "How can I assist you?" The voice returned, but closer. Mel shouted suddenly, seeing she was not alone in the room. There was another body, a man-- no, woman? No-- uh, she couldn't tell. After her heart stopped pounding in her chest, she realized there was no scent to this other presence. Holy s**t. It was a robot! "Whoa-- uh, I wanted to watch a fight that happened here?" She began, "It involved Mr. Faost?""Uploading Recording." The android voice responded. The main screen switched to show a foggy city, abandoned and ominous. Mel pulled up a chair she didn't realize was there before and sat down to watch the screen. The screen on the left showed the settings of the particular round. She noticed the power settings were amped up. That would make both of them stronger. she realized. Psh, that probably made it a fair fight. Ms. Luslin began to transform in a dark haze. Horns protruded from her head and a tail grew out behind her. Mel was leaning forward in the chair, admiring the awesome sight. Then, in a final burst of transformation, wings sprouted out. She grinned, at how cool of a show this must've been. But then there was Faost. Poor pathetic little Faost. He was hunched over like he was sucker punched by her presence. He grunted in pain, the echoes of which sent chills down her spine. She's never heard him in such pain before. He lifted his face to stare down his opponent, eyes black as tar. Mel remembered those eyes, she only saw them once before. It began her intrigue of the teacher. He looked in pain, but she couldn't place why. Was Ms. Luslin doing something that was invisible to the naked eye? "Take my hand," Ms. Luslin whispered, extending her hand, which now had long nails at its tips. Jack reached towards her. His nails beginning to grow into beastly claws. Ice was beneath him, stretching out towards his opponent. He was also transforming!"Do it."Mel was clutching her tail in anticipation. Just then, a wall ice erupted from her favorite teacher's hand, thrusting Fiora back. Hooooooooooooooly s**t! Her tail wagged out of her hold, excitement bubbling. Fiora flew back to Jack, dodging more ice attacks that Jack flung at her. She would stroke her hand against the man, in ways that Made Mel's skin crawl. She didn't get it. All she was seeing in this fight was that Ms. Luslin was a monster (and molester). Why was Jack the one getting so much flack? Jack turned himself away, distracted by something off screen. "The ******** is he looking at?" Mel asked herself. But the robot room answered her, and revealed the stands. That wasn't helpful. There were too many people, how would she be able to know. Or maybe, maybe someone just distracted him for a moment. That moment was all it took for Fiora to descent upon him, this time ripping his shirt and forcing him to meet lips. The black pits in Jack's eyes opened wider. When Fiora let him go, he fell beneath the mist. She thought that was the end of it. Her ears twitched, hearing him cough out of sight and gasping for air. It sounded painful. "I want you," came an unrecognizable voice, but Jack's head rose above the mist. Her blood froze. Was that him? Then came another grunt as he went down on all fours again. A horn cracked out from his skull-- no, an antler. It broke skin, and blood dripped down the sides of his face, framing the bone structure. Snow flurried, creating a bigger mist and colder atmosphere. "I want to eat you."Fangs grew out from his mouth, right out of his gums. Then he lunged, right towards the her! Mel fell backwards with a terrible scream. Her eyes weren't ripped away fast enough, she watched in horror as those terrible teeth sank into Ms. Luslin's side. The teacher's screams went through her. The winged body was limp beneath the bony creature, who continued to slurp her innards like a deliciously bloody soup. Then just like that, the body vanished. The monster looked around for his prey, confused. He shook his head before trotting noisily down the streets. Agitated, he released a horrifying screech-- roar-- a bone chilling sound.The screen went dark after that. She sat quietly, tears running down her face and heart thumping against her chest. Now she knew. That's what everyone was talking about, Jack was a monster. Whatever the hell he was. "Mel!""NO!" She screamed and threw the chair, scurrying back from Terrell. He quickly closed the gap between them and grasped her arms. "It's okay! It's just me, shh-sh-sh-shhh" He struggled to keep her from flailing, but pulled her close. She hiccuped into his shoulder, digging her claws into his shirt. "It's okay, you're okay." he whispered. A comforting hand stroked her head to tail. They remained like that until Mel's breathing got steadier. "Want to stay in my room tonight?" He spoke softly, still running his hand long her back and the length of her tail. She nodded quietly. "C'mon."He helped her up and grabbed her tote bag for her. A large wing wrapped around her shoulders, giving her an additional layer of comfort while the two made the long walk towards the dorm buildings. Melody faced in front of her, but stared at the terrifying image burned into her head. Those soulless black eyes, hungry, in pain. Her body shook with the instinct to flee. Flee the ******** away from whatever that was. "You saw it as it happened?" Mel's shaky voice was barely audible above the crunching of snow beneath their feet. "Yeah. Along with others. A lot of students ended up going home afterwards." Terrell explained, keeping one hand atop her head. She went quiet again, remembering that Sir had said himself that he was going to be leaving. In the end he didn't, and she wasn't sure why. Knowing what she did now, she wouldn't blame him. "What is he?""From what I've been reading, it's called a Wendigo. Native Americans believe committing cannibalism curses one to turn into them. But I never found anything that said they could appear human. All the images are, well, what we saw.""Did he get fired? Is that why I don't have his classes anymore?"Is that why Sir decided to stay? "No." Terrell responded bitterly. "But he hasn't hosted a class since then. All the better, I don't think anyone would go anyways." He opened the entrance to the teacher apartments, letting Mel go in ahead of him, "Don't think about it. You need sleep."She needed another fix. But once in Terrell's room, she couldn't leave. Not that she was eager to run outside all by herself. What if Jack was watching? Waiting? She shook the thought from her head as Terrell exchanged his warm wing for a blanket. She sat on the couch, clinging the fabric. "How did you know I was there?"The truth? GPS location on her phone. "I followed you." Terrell told her instead. When Mel wasn't in her room that evening, he immediately went searching for her. The signal went into the forest and disappeared at the entrance of the tree portal. "Get some rest, okay?" Terrell flipped the light off as he went into his own room. The door was left open just in case he needed to tend to her. Mel laid on the couch and pulled out her phone. She tapped on it until she was faced with the familiar chat box, still devoid of messages from Sir. She couldn't help herself as she typed out the short message, answer be damned. TummyRubLuver09: When you said you were going to leave, was it because of Mr. Faost? I know what he is. As expected, she never got an answer.
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