Surviving At Stanford

Chapter 12

-2 Weeks Later-

"Hey."

I was pulled from my book as I noticed a girl standing in front of me.

"Anyone sitting here?" She asked.

I looked to the side. There was no one sat next to me in the entire row. Sighing, I glanced behind me, looking around at the lecture theatre to see everyone sat at least four rows behind me. As usual. I looked back at the girl, and looked at her. Was this some kind of joke?

Seeing me lost in thought, the girl nodded, raising her eyebrows. "Good..." She spoke to herself sarcastically. "Good talk." She then looked around. "I'll just find somewhere else."

"No!" I said a bit too loudly.

The girl furrowed an eyebrow.

"I mean..." I backtracked. "Don't, of course you can sit here." I stated. "Sorry, I'm just not used to the company."

The girl also glanced at the others sat away from me. "Do you smell or something?" She asked with a smirk.

"I just let them get on with it." I spoke, burying myself back into the book I had been reading from before she had approached me.

The girl sat down next to me. "I'm C.J."

I glanced to the side at her. "Carrie." I smiled.

I heard footsteps behind me.

"I wouldn't if I were you." Spoke the voice of Harriette.

C.J. turned to her. "What?"

"She's not good company." She stated.

I tried to just ignore her. Block it out. I kept my head down in my book.

"She just sits there, head buried in that stupid book." Harriette walked round in front of me, before snatching the book.

"Hey!" I shouted, standing up and reaching to try and grab it back.

"Oh, I hit a nerve!" She smirked, dangling the book in the air out of my reach.

"Give it back!" I growled through gritted teeth. My anger was rising, as I felt myself loosing control.

Harriette laughed before grinning. She gripped the front cover of the book.

My eyes widened as I shook my head. "Don't..." I practically begged. "Please..."

In one rip, Harriette tore the cover from the book before also tearing a clump of pages from the spine.

The book in question was the only one I owned and ever had. Bobby had it bought it for me when I first moved in with him. I was quiet back then, reluctant to talk. Although I did speak to Bobby, he was still worried about me. He was worried about my lack of social interaction outside of him. I would often read the books that Bobby had in his library, although he told me that some shelves were off limits. I didn't understand why back then, but I do now. It was just one of the ways in which Bobby was trying to protect me. He didn't want me to find out about what was really out there, lurking in the shadows. But anyway, Bobby came home one day and handed me a brown paper bag. Inside was a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. I can remember being so thankful for it, and Bobby looking at me like I was crazy because he'd never seen a kid get so excited over being given a book. But to me, it was the best gift ever. I read it over and over and over again, loving every page despite how many times I had read it. Each time was like the first in my eyes. I didn't start attending Sioux Falls High until a month after he took me in. Being around other kids that would judge me was a frightening concept. Bobby tried to tell me that it wouldn't be like that and that I would fit in fine. I didn't. Not until I met Wolfe. He was the only friend I had at High School, but he was all I could have ever hoped for in a friend. And now, even in college, I was still the freak. The outcast. The oddball. Watching as the pages fell gracelessly to the floor, now free from the spine, I looked up from the ground, snarling in anger before grabbing Harriette and pushing her backwards to the floor. Kneeling over her, pinning her to the floor, I slammed a punch across her face, then a second, and a third as months of built up anger, pain and depression raged through me me. She wasn't exactly innocent though. She 'had' just destroyed one of my last remaining memories of Bobby, right in front of me for a laugh. A cheap trick to gain popularity amongst my fellow classmates. Snarling, I grabbed her neck with my hands, blocking her airways.

She gasped and squirmed.

David rushed over and pulled me off her.

Fighting his hold, I elbowed him in the ribs before stamping down on his foot.

Rowan was next. He tried to grab me, but I ducked and slammed him in the side knocking him to the floor.

Breathing heavily, I looked around at the people staring with dropped jaws and unbelieving expressions on their faces. "Come on then!" I shouted.

It was then that I was stupidly caught off guard and took down to the floor by Gareth. He landed a punch across my face, and I felt my head smacking against the stone floor as he did so. My vision blurred, as I felt nauseous. When he was distracted, I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him off me before attempting to get to my feet. It took me a few seconds of stumbling around, but I managed in the end.

The rest of the class were silent.

I slowly walked off.

Cringing in pain, a whimper escaped my lips as I made my way through town towards the apartment. I cursed the fact that it felt so far away. Trying not to throw up, I could eventually see the apartment up ahead. Reaching the door, I delved into my pocket for the key before putting it into the lock and pushing open the door. Walking inside, I closed the door behind me before making my way through the lobby to the staircase. Taking each step as slowly as I could, I was practically crawling in the end. I was really feeling the pain, now that the adrenaline rush had passed. Reaching our floor, I walked over to our door and rested my head against it, trying to amass the willpower and strength to knock. Groaning as I did, the door the quickly opened by Sam, who's eyes widened upon sight of me.

"Carrie?"

Everything seemed to darken, before I found myself falling and everything went black.

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