el

ngs and Queens High...and it's

my room again after he left. The thought of him standing in the dark, whispering

to start loc

e I was tearing my room apart looking for it, the dev

iver had already taken my mom and Edward to work, and appa

ave to mail the rest of my clothe

per

desk, trying not to loo

y quickly, glancing at my schedule. It's already l

ely looks up as she types

cringing before correcting

mom changed my last na

ly looks at me, eyebrows knitting together. "Blackwell

. "Uh..

, and after a second, she turns to

e sharing an apartment

omach

ha

rifies. "You'll be housed in a pr

ince when can high schoolers d

o have my own space in a dorm. Now, I have to live with Isa

vio

hone and call t

of them

y phone back into my pocket. Whatever.

the hall, two girls' step in front of me,

iforms perfectly tailored, their wrists adorned with Ch*nel and L*u

is Kimberly." The blonde one stretches out a h

on. The moment she pulls away, I swear she wipes her hand

rning to me. "We're

iella adds but mo

gs. Eve

d us to f

Like

er trying to hold back

not sure but she did say something about your rooming situ

ne and star pulling me towards the exist. I turn to the front

scapes my lips and I

just get thi

nion and lead me

gnoring my presence and I almost want to puke when Briella starts swo

ot like I

ly works and I relax for some time but when the car turns to a l

e this is th

rd and hit my head. I barely have time to regret not putting on my seat

I ask, a sick feelin

iggle. Giggle. Like th

arm. I let out a shriek, trying to pull away, but Briella and Kimberly shove me

fresh wound, and reach for the door handle

he handle, my breath comi

their faces...laughing, waving, l

I walked right

ving me there. In t

gs worse...a single rai

chest, squeezing

each for my bag. It's gone. My phone...my

ream the rain begins to fall heavily

t know where I'm goin

It's a different da

d, my body remembers. My pulse races, my lungs tig

s of my shirt and let it drop to the ground. My soaked tank

lash over me. H

ugh the downpour. Maybe

strikes me, chill

he middle of nowhere. Who k

l and start running in the opposite direct

sion. My feet slip against the wet

en I h

vo

rah, don't b

e like a blade, his cruel l

eal. It's

he past. But the car behind me doesn't stop...it doesn't chase

re just pas

th

utting in front of m

mble back, my instincts screaming at

he window

ue eyes