Fight to the Death

“It's okay Blaire, its okay I promise I'm not gonna do anything.” He brought me close to him as I cried into his chest and he wrapped his arm around my waist cautiously. “shhh, its okay no ones going to hurt you...”

'he has NO idea' I thought as the sobs lessened and I only sniffled a little. Before long, I pushed him away with my good hand, the other was throbbing in pain. “You okay?” He asked looking into my eyes. I nodded and he went to the door. “Cover your eyes.” I didn't at first but at the first notice of light, I did as he had said to. the lights that had been switched on, instantly started burning even through my closed eyes. I could still make out the guy though, he was one of Shad-; dammit I need to stop calling him that before he really does kill me. Anyways, he was one of Mr. Sanders friends. I've never seen him fight, though he always seemed to have something to do while at the club. He broke my thoughts as the bed shifted and he obviously sat down, again.

“Let me see your wrist.” I shook my head slightly, giving him a 'are-you-crazy' sort of look. He just wouldn't let it go and continued to motion for my arm and hand.”Please...” I shook my head again “Pretty please?” I sighed and gave in just wanting him to shut up with the whole begging thing. He gently touched the red and dark purple bruises around it making me wince.

“That hurts?” I sucked in a hissing breath, nodded, and began biting my lip as he took my hand in his and came closer to me. “Lay back.” He said in a lazy tone of voice.

“Why?” I questioned, uneasy at this whole situation in general. I had been before, now it's taken quite a few more notches towards the creepy side of the spectrum.

“Just please, do it.” I laid down onto my back, watching him the whole time. Slowly, he ran his finger up and down my wrist a couple times; never taking his eyes away from mine. It was a feather light touch and I could barely feel it, yet I knew he was still running his fingers along my wrist. Suddenly I heard a pop and a sharp stabbing pain ran up my arm from my wrist. I screamed. He covered my mouth with one hand quickly while applying some light pressure to the sides of my hurt wrist. Stabbing pains, like a bed of needles encircled my wrist and slowly crept further and further up my forearm. It hurt so badly, I cried. After a moment with the pressure the stabbing pains went away. My wrist still hurt but it was nothing from the usual injury's pain that I had grown accustomed too. The guy finally let go of my mouth then and started to wrap something around my wrist. My labored breathing was becoming more relaxed when I was able to sit up again.

“Who are you?” I looked at him, taking in what I could looks-wise. He had shiny, dark black hair that slightly covered his right eye and was messy everywhere else, bright and beautiful (I might add) green eyes, and snakebites which had rings through the holes around his bottom lip. He was also left handed (from what I could tell) which was a little weird...

His talking brought me out of my “fantasizing” over his looks as embarrassing as that is... eeek, I cringed.

“V--Mr. Baker...I ah, I was asked to take care of you, I mean um your dorm until further notice.”

“By Shadows?” He smiled and laughed a little still wrapping thick layers of ace bandage around my wrist making it into a makeshift cast.

“You still call him Shadows despite all his threats?” I shrugged and nodded a little.

“He hasn't ever really threatened me...” 'Huh', I thought 'he hasn't actually which is weird.' He looked at me shocked.

“Rrrreeealllyyy?” he muttered under his breath, drawing the word out as if he was trying to make the last thought make sense or believe it...one or the other. I nodded looking down at my lap shocked a little but mostly confused by his answer. What's he trying to say...the hidden meaning? “There.” He let go of my hand after finishing up the wrapping.

“Can I ask you why you're supposed to watch me until further notice?” He looked away and sighed

“The Director wanted him to take it “easy”” he did the air quotes making me smile “and ah I don't do much else when it comes to you guys besides teaching so...”

“What do you teach?” I asked, now being very interested but nonetheless annoying as well. He stood and began walking away.

“It depends on the day, I kind of fill in wherever I'm needed at the time. Now get up and get changed, do whatever, school starts in a half hour... I'll be back in, in about 20 minutes.” He left. I decided to take a quick shower so I grabbed some of the cleanest clothes I had and walked towards the bathroom.

It wasn't until I was out of the shower that I realized I needed my uniform, well I was assuming anyways. I didn't bring that. So I put on dirty clothes and ran back to my “room” quickly, shutting the door behind me to get changed. Just as I clasped my bra on (with a lot of difficulty by the way with the bum wrist) the door slammed open again. I had enough and began screaming.

“What the HELL is your problem? Do you have to always slam doors open? Cant you at least KNOCK first!” Sure it was like I was just in a bathing suit, considering the bra and underwear I had on but still!

“No.” he said with a completely straight face and without even a trace of emotion. I also knew damn well it hasn't been 20 minutes.

Well at least he's honest.... I guess.

“Well can you LEAVE!?!?” Now I was annoyed. He shook his head and went over to set on the bed and basically watch me finish getting dressed. Perv. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my shirt first, at least it would cover more than the skirt.

“Do you always put your shirts on first?” He asked clearly amused.

“Why the fuck does it matter to you?” I snapped turning around when I had it on ans semi buttoned. He shrugged and mumbled something under his breath. What the hell is the difference if I put on my shirt first or pants first? I don't get the big deal here.

“I never knew a girl who put her shirt on first...” Oh, ewwww gross mental images popped into my mind, ones that definitely weren't PG-13 in any shape or form.

“Ahhhhhh” I groaned buttoning the remaining 2 buttons at the bottom of the shirt before proceeding to slip on my skirt.

He just was looking at me...like really looking. Kinda creepy. I got the bright idea to set down on the bed really close to him and then after a minute or two, lay down. So I did just that.

He turned to look at me and raised an eyebrow. I sighed deeply mumbling about how I didn't 'want to go to school and please don't make me, etc.' He finally put his hand over my mouth and I shut up. We looked into each others eyes as his face came closer and closer within centimeters to my own. My plan was working. His hand left my face just as his lips started to brush against mine. Being the nice girl I am, I punched him as hard as I could at that and jumped up from the bed smirking at him as he laid there in -slight- pain. He groaned and I felt accomplished. Yeah, I was a complete tease.... sorry! He didn't seem too pleased by my actions but I was. He shouldn't be kissing me anyways! And I mean was he seriously going to or was he messing with my head? Now I wished I held back a moment or two, this is going to bug the shit out of me for a long time.

-

My day wasn't terribly bad though it wasn't great either. I got pushed around by numerous people and had a gazillion new bruises from said people. These included one huge bruise on my cheek; thanks to some jackass jerk. I shoved him to the ground after that, before just walking away from him at the time. He deserved much more than that but oh well I had no energy or strength with my beat up body to move a giant.

No one talked to me at all either, I didn't really expect much but it made me feel like trash that no one could stand to be around. During the course of the day I had....

Gym with Mr. SANDers, see I didn't say shadows, yay me! I refrained from saying it all day or so it seemed like. We had to run 20 laps around the space given and I did despite the pain. I didn't want to piss him off today, I was already not in the mood to not fight with him... I was too tired for that. Other than that we really didn't do much, he just stared at us all. Sorta like a lion waiting to pounce on the first prey to make a mistake. A kid was that prey about half-way in, Shadows got so pissed off I swear, he went insane on the jackass for fighting with some other kid. Speaking of which I haven't seen Shadows since he left with the two of them...

Then I had science with Mr. Sullivan...he is well, very strange. But in a great way, I like him. He has so much energy and yet he's still dead scary at the same time. Say one wrong word and he snaps at you... Of course I gained a respect for him and followed what he said unlike a few other kids.

After was lunch, where I didn't eat anything because I wasn't hungry and instead sat in a bathroom thinking about nothing in particular.

After Lunch, I had Math with Mr. Grant and Mr. Seward (as a helper I'm guessing?)...I'm still not really sure about the whole two teachers thing but I'm gonna say its because of the amount of people in the class just cause it makes me feel less scared. Plus it was like double the size of the previous classes...

Finally was English...I had two teachers there too. They were Synyster Gates or um Mr. Haner to everyone else...and Mr. Baker. They both kept glaring at me constantly during the class. What the hell did I ever do to Mr.Haner? I mean, I can see why Mr. Baker was glaring from the very word, go.

We were reading some story I never heard of before but honestly, I don't think they had a clue about what to do. It was funny to me because I knew that they weren't real “English teachers” or whatever, just from how they talked. Everyone else probably didn't notice or care to. They also snapped at a few people and made them leave, haven't seen those kids since then either... strange.

-

HELL...
That's my definition of this place. Everyone here hates me and I'm just about to go insane (or find some pent up energy somehow to do so soon) on someone's ass if they don't stop talking about me and being beyond rude...but then again these are delinquents so what else would they do? As hard as it is I refuse to get in “trouble” for punching someone...though it will most likely happen sooner rather than later. I kind of already DID shove someone...

I sighed, walking back to my dorm alone while trying to get away from them all. I slid to the floor and brought my knees to my chest waiting for someone to come and unlock the door. I laid my head on my knees and next thing I knew, I was entirely dead to the world. I heard yelling and people running around but I wasn't waking up for it, I flat out refuse. I was way too tired. Feet stomped on the cement as the person came closer and closer to my barely conscious body.

“Damn, there you are...” Someone said sighing and stopping in front of me. I groaned in frustration. Can't I just be left the fuck alone for an hour or something!Just let me go to sleep dammit. Giving up on ignoring the person, I opened my eyes slightly seeing that that someone was now knelt beside me and their hand was slowly brushing the hair away from my face.

“What the fuck happened to your cheek?!” Mr. Sanders growled. I lazy moved my head to the righ in order to look away from him but he forced me to look at him again. “Who hit you?” I shrugged letting my eyes drift closed and open again as the sleep started taking over again. I wasn't planning to tell him from the start but then again I don't know the kids name anyways. So Shadows, sorry. You aren't getting an answer...not that you care. Hell, I didn't even look at the kid to be able to pick out who it was, so its not my fault... He cant be mad for my not saying. He growled again, stood up, and yelled. “Take her inside!”

“Whoa, what are you gonna do Shads?” Mr. Baker said quietly, stopping him by grabbing onto his shoulders. Shadows shrugged him off and kept walking away.

“Figure out who hurt her, and make sure he knows the rules apply to everyone. He isn't gonna get any special treatment.” He yelled over his shoulder when he was a few feet away. I looked at my knees the sleepy feeling coming on stronger now. What was he gonna do? And why would he do it because I have a bruised face...I mean HE punched me in the face before, more than once too. Why does it matter now?

A hand appeared in front of my face. I looked up, blinking at Mr. Baker and took his outstretched hand with my own good hand. He gently pulled me up before unlocking the door and letting me go in. For once I actually wasn't shoved or pushed. I smiled slightly remembering Shadows being mad and throwing me in here...resulting in me causing my own unconsciousness as I tried to move away from him in the process. Mr. Baker was pretty much like the complete opposite.

“What?” he asked smirking. I shook my head and bit my lip. I went straight into my room and laid on the bed, sighing.

I fell asleep again instantly, as soon as my head hit the pillow.

That is until I heard the faint sound of sirens going off and doors being ripped open from the outside.