//UNKNOWN\\

November 4

I've found them. I've found the last of them. They're weak. Especially the two. The eldest and youngest. The two. It amuses me. They will be last. The easiest to eliminate. The easiest to capture.

I shove my journal in by backpack, pursing my lips as I stare at the house in front of me. I hate what I am doing, but it is probably the funnest thing I have ever done. I am not giving this up. So, with my hair done in a bun, and makeup coating my entire face. It is a sorry attempt to disguise myself. I am ot like the others. I have  remorse. I have emotion. I feel regret, and I have fun. the others do not share these traits, like me. No one but me, and my two brothers. "It's now or never." I sigh, stepping out of my blue Porsche. This poor family. I sigh. I knock on the door, flinching. Only one should be there, right now. I've heard the rest are out. She opens the door.

"Who are you?"

"I am so sorry." I jab a needle into her arm, and she falls limp. A twinge of guilt tugs at my stomach, but not enough to stop me from dragging her into my car. I pull out my phone, sending a voicemail to the Head Master. "Subject one out of five, acquired. Bringing in Madison Joseph for experimenting." I hang up, and back out, a grin on my face.

//SAMMI\\

"Weak." Lacy spits, landing another punch to my lip. "Pathetic, weak, sick. Oh, poor, poor Samira. You are as good as dead. Stay the fuck out of my way." Lacey's words are like venom. Stinging, burning poison. They hurt. They hurt so much. She is just reopening old wounds–wounds that are almost healed, but fatal as is. They hurt so much. A snake, mixed with a fucking vixen could be taken down by her words, if they could understand them. Her cold, manicured nails are digging into the back of my neck as she tightens her grip around it. "Worthless. Fucking. Slut."

"Stop talking about yourself." That isn't the best idea.

She drives her knee into my stomach, growling in frustration. "Watch your back." She shoves me to the ground, before strutting off, her pack behind her.

I run.

What? No. I don't run to the fucking nurse. I'm so fucking sick of that office. No, I run out. I run out of the school. I run out of the parking lot. I run in the direction of home. Run. Run. Run. It's something you dread in gym class, but need in life. Running is something that numbs pain with more pain. Running is emotion. It hurts. It brings your heart rate up. Homeostasis is completely lost, and once its over, you realize what complete and utter pain you are really in.

Lucky for me, I stop running just as I reach the driveway.

There's where it starts. The aftermath. Heavy breathing, sore muscles. Hah. That's nothing compared to what that rich, little whore did to me. Pain. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, I'm dizzy, I'm floating. "Josh!" I yelp, falling next to the car. "Ow."

Three minutes later, I'm being scooped up, and taken inside. I am set on the couch, and a blanket is draped over me. "Ash, could you go get an ice pack?" Josh whimpers, wiping the small gash on my forehead. "Was it her again, Sam?" He whispered, making me nod, but yelp in pain.

"Here." An unfamiliar voice says. Before I can look up, I feel the ice being pressed against my head.

"Sam, this needs to stop." Josh whispers. He presses a soft kiss to my cheek. "You're seriously hurt."

"Fuck off, Dun." I spit. I'm not sure why, and neither does he. How do I describe my feelings, right now? How do I describe pain on this scale? The answer is completely simple: I don't. I don't pretend I'm okay with this. I don't take her abuse. I don't take the smug look on her face, every time she gets whatever she wants. I don't take her shit. I can't take her shit. There's just one problem. Since I'm not gonna handle any of her crap, I'm not taking anyone's. The slightest bit of concern in Josh's voice makes me feel weak, and vulnerable. Those are two things that I absolutely cannot stand being. So, the next thing that happens is pure reflex followed by pure guilt. When Josh tries to talk to me once more, I don't take it. So, instinctively, I shoot up and sock him in the arm. Right. At . The. Stitches. 

He yelps in pain, and I back up. "Oh, God, Josh, I'm so sorry." I whisper. "I'm so, so, sorry."

"It's fine." he whimpers. "It's fine. I'm more worried about you." Josh slowly sits down next to me, dragging his thumb over the gash on my right temple. "Sam, what did she do?" 

I hide my face in my knees. "Everything."

Josh pries at my legs, trying to break my cocoon. "Ash?" He asks, and I feel another hand wrap around my leg, tugging a little bit. Who the fuck is Ash? Cool name. I'll give 'em that. 

"Leave me alone! She hurt me. She brought up my family. She probably ripped my fucking scalp out. She called me a weak whore. She tormented me right in front of  Mr. Byrnes, and ditched before he could bash her for it, and then she finds me in the hall and beats the crap out of me! All because I'm stepping on her turf. I'm so tired of it." I cry. I do not look up, under any circumstance. Weakness. Ah, the irony. Weakness is my fucking weakness.

"Stepping on your turf?" Josh practically chokes on his uvula. "How?"

"You!" I scream. "You, Josh. She's the most popular girl in school, because she's fucking rich. Her mom owns some fancy schmancy jewelry company... but no one knows her name outside of school. Josh, to everyone there, I'm not normal. People want to talk to me, but they don't, because they're afraid of being shot down. They think I'll be just as rude as her, because, well, here's an analogy. Lacey Turner is to rich, successful jewelry business woman or some crap like that as Samira Dun is to  world famous drummer. Lacey thinks I will take the throne, and she's devoted her life to keeping it, and ruining mine."

"Sounds narcissistic, if you ask me." A female voice says, and I find myself looking up at her. Ohhhh. That Ash. Wait a minute... That Ash. How does Josh know her?

His phone rings, and he sighs. "It's your principal. I've gotta explain some stuff." Josh yawns. He looks up at Ashley. "Help her out, please?" She nods, and Josh heads out

"Okay, girly. Talk to me." She looks me in the eye, and I only manage a squeak. "It's alright. I don't bite.. unless you are a select few people of whom I shall not mention. Plus, Josh mentioned you are a fan. Now, tell me, do I need to cut a bitch?" She asks, and I laugh. 

"I really wish that you could help," I whimper. "I just don't know anymore. How can I enjoy myself when every day, I'm living in fear of her. I try to stand up for myself, and she just shoots me back down."

"Hey, Sam. No. I am going to stop you right there, and you are going to listen, okay? It doesn't matter who she is, or how rich she is. You are the better person. She's petty, and selfish. You need to keep in mind who you are, and that you're better than her. Hell, get a restraining order, but you are you, and you cant let her drive you to the brink of insanity. Believe me, been there, done that, got the tee shirt."

"I guess," I squeak. "Thank you."

"Any time, kid."

"She had a perfectly good reason!" Josh yells into the phone. He pauses, before a frustrated sigh escapes his lips. "You can see for yourself! She looks like hell chewed her up and spat her out. I'm telling you! No... No, sir, please, check the tapes." He pauses, again. "Sam, where did it happen?"

"South wing, middle of the 200 hall, around 1:15." I squeak.

"Thanks." Josh sighs, repeating what I said into the phone, and soon after, he hangs up. "Okay, so, you may have to go the principal, tomorrow." He squeaks.

"Not worried." I yawn. Tomorrow, it's revenge day.

So, you can throw me to the wolves

Tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack

Beat me black and blue

Every word will shape me.

Every scar will build my throne

--a/n--

Yo! It has been sooooooooooo long. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!

happy belated birthday to LeaveNoWordsUnspoken I'll try to get you and Connor to do fluffy stuff next chapter. Sorry for my complete lack of motivation. :DDDDDDDDDD

Well, I just bought twenty one pilots tickets, so hehe.. SCREAMING INTERNALLY

//cartwheels off bed// woohoo. I GOT AN MCR BLANKET FROM MY BROTHER IM V HAPPY OKAY BYE

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