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Animal I Have Become
By SteffiSevenfold

 



I ducked my head and jumped into the passenger seat of Matt's small
car, horrid mental images flashing through my mind.
"Matt, what the fuck?! What the fuck was that?!"
Hysteria bubbled up in my voice each and every word that I said.
Warm, soft lips crashed against my own; anxious and scared.
My tears seemed to mix with his emotions.
Then all too soon, he pulled away from me and held my face in his hands, close to his. His words
rapidly escaped his lips, "We were in school today. You hear me?," his voice rose an octave higher
when my thoughts wondered. "Valerie, do you fucking hear me?!" My mind snapped back to the reality I
was desperately trying to escape.
"We were in school today. You had class with Haner and Seward and I had class with Sullivan and
Baker. Nothing happened, you got that? I don't know what the hell happened back there and I don't
want to know. You're safe and I'm safe and we're safe together. Okay?"
My head nodded just the slightest bit, but it was enough to reassure him a little.
He dropped his hands from my face and I sat there watching him, one hundred percent stunned.
"Okay," he repeated, this time more like he was trying to convince himself it would be okay.
"You're safe and I'm safe," again to convince himself.
He started his car and drove into town with me staring bleary eyed out the window.
I knew this would be on the news, I just didn't want it to.
I didn't want to see that scene again; the little baby elephants and tigers and cubs yelping. I
didn't want to see the bloodbath and carnage.
When we got into town limits, I looked over at Matt and the sight calmed me a little. It made the
tears in my eyes go away, atleast.
He slouched back in his seat, his handsome face determined.
His face is long and has this cute baby chubbiness to it. His black hair shaggy and spilling over
his forehead.
I ran my eyes down his body, taking in his thin but muscular chest and stomach; looking dazzling in
black.
One look at him and you know exactly why his friends call him Shadows.
I like the nickname for his nickname; Shads. I think it's cute; kind of like a name for a pet.
I raked my eyes down his arms, his fingers tight around the steering wheel and his knuckles
white.
As soon as I looked away, the bad images came rushing back to me and I wanted to cry again.
Thankfully, I forced myself to be strong and not cry.
It was extremely fortunate that school let out about ten minutes ago and I would be getting home
exactly on a normal time.
Matt parked right out front of my house and turned to me, his angel face serious.
"Val, remember what I said," his voice cold and uninviting made me want to cry again.
"We were at school. That's it. Your parents ask how school was and you say?"
I swallowed back the knot of tears in my throat, "Uneventful."
"Good. I'll be back later tonight. I love you, okay? Always."
I nodded in responce and opened the car door. Before I could step out, Matt called my name.
I looked back to come face to face with him, his pale eyes looking straight into mine.
Then his lips crashed against mine, desperate and needy; almost like he'd never see me again.
Then he was gone and I was left there clutching my script and bag against my chest, hoping and
praying that this would all go away and I really did go to school today.

If this looks weird then it's because I'm on my computer at school and not home.
School - Waste of time.
Seriously, I'm grateful for 1st-8th grade. Highschool's pointless, though.
Anywho.
Thanks for the reviews[:
-Screaming Silence- Shadzlove6661- WhoeverElseReviews-
SteffiSevenfold







 

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