Her Arrival

CHAPTER 26| Different.

AGGRAVATING, something or someone who is extremely annoying.

Every single person in this stupid office is aggravating. 

Yes, every single person except for me. Featuring: Elliot, Nicholas, Aidan and this damned Head Teacher or whatnot. 

These pieces of shit are blabbering on about random things, purposely in a foreign language, probably to annoy me. 

This, little cat-fight is everything but my problem, so, why exactly am I involved? Why am I even waiting for a guardian to come and pick us up, when it had (basically) nothing to do with me? It's absolutely not my fault that Nicholas and his ignorant ass brought a gun to school. I didn't blackmail him or threaten him, it's not my fault.

So, without the blessing of receiving my phone back from this peering old shit, I sit there, bored out of my mind. This really isn't even my problem.

Leaning against this wooden chair, dazing at the shaped clouds makes me regret 'showing signs of targeted disrespect towards my teacher.' I sigh. an abrupt surge of pain rushes through my stomach.

I suddenly feel really light-headed. I don't usually feel light-headed.  

Groaning, I cautiously lower my head into my palms.

I take slow deep breaths, in desperate attempt to ease the immense pain that's swarming my stomach. I'm glad to have at least a small amount of pain tolerance, right now it's extremely helpful. 

What the hell is happening?

My eyes become heavy, and I'm never tired. Barely ever, there was this one time I stayed awake for 5 days with 6 hours of sleep. At this point, I'd easily beat that.

Doesn't water help with.. fatigue? Even though I'm 100% confident it is not fatigue.

Wincing, I attempt to find a possible reason as to why this could be happening.

"Azalea?" A muffled voice calls out.

Oh, please don't collapse.

I take a steady breath, followed by a soundless wince.

Using an unexpectedly mass amount of strength, I drag my head up. Pain drowned the deep frown I'd previously displayed, no matter the many attempts I made to cover up.

If they took me to the hospital, they'd realize just how much damage Stefano had really done to me. I might've told Elijah the story of what happened, but not once did I tell him the intensity and after-effects it could have. Neither did he ask any questions, he stayed there, his rigid self nodding in understanding.