Save Me

I was terrified. Who was dead? I knew it was her, the girl. I hoped he hadn’t killed her, not my Scott, but the from the way he was staring at me, he very well could have. I needed to get away. I needed to get somewhere safe.

I needed to find James.

“I have to go to the bathroom, give me a second,” I lied. I walked quickly and calmly to the bathroom, even though everything in me was screaming for me to run as far away and as fast as I could.

I made my way inside and heaved a sigh of relief. I was a small step closer to safety. I quickly texted Raven. She and her spies would know where to find anyone.

Where is James rite now?

I dreaded waiting, but I didn’t have to for long. Within seconds I had my answer.

Y u need 2 kno? Jailbreak?

I should have expected her curiosity, but now was not the time. I needed to find him now.


Maybe. Will tell u l8r. Location plz?

I waited for what seemed like hours, the anxiety eating at me, feet first. I expected Scott to break down the door at any moment, looking for me.


Art. Mrs. Port. Expecting details l8r.

I thanked God for Raven. What would I do without her?



I had to figure out a way to James’ class and fast. The wind was blowing harder and harder through the little window in the bathroom, making me really regret forgetting my coat. it would probably snow tonight.


Oh joy. Reluctantly, I realized that the little window was my only hope for escape without Scott seeing me. Apparently climbing all those trees as a kid was coming in handy. I climbed up the sides of one of the empty stalls, thankful there was no one in here to witness the situation. What would they think of the new girl then? I managed to finish prying the window open, getting blasted in the face by a particularly strong gust of wind.

I wondered how long I had been in here. Scott had to know something was up. I could only hope I had enough time.

I threw my backpack through the window. I was only in a one story building so it wasn’t that far down, but I still hoped my Cds hadn’t broken from the fall. I’m not gonna pretend that I was excited to pull some spy escape moves. I wasn’t. It is so much cooler in movies because you know there isn’t really a crazy, psycho killer after them in real life. Unlike me.

I took a deep breath and jumped. I landed safe on my feet, crushing the frosted grass underneath. Thankfully, I didn’t crush my bag. I picked it up and turned around quickly, scanning the area for Scott. I was lucky, he didn’t seem to have noticed my absence yet.

I took off running as fast as I could with my backpack and boots. They certainly weren’t designed for running for your life. My mind went blank for a moment and I couldn’t remember where the electives building was.

Damn. Come on Chris. Think.

She’s been gone a while now. Hope she didn’t…

I could picture him pushing through the door now, throwing open the stall doors. Any second and he would notice the open window.



He knew. And any minute now, he would charge through the door, looking for me. I had to get to James. Now.

I ran faster than I ever had in my life. My brain remembered where the electives building was and I ran towards it like it was the only thing that could save me. And I prayed that inside there was.

I ripped open the door, hoping that Scott hadn’t seen me enter. I tried to calm my hurried breathing and frenzied nerves. I would just pretend they needed James in the office. It wasn’t an unbelievable lie and it would get him out quickly. I was new, I wouldn’t have any reason to lie. And one look at me and Mrs. Port would assume that I ran from the office. No one would have expected me to walk in that cold.

I tore down the hallway looking for Mrs. Port’s art class, not hard to find with its two large lion sculptures guarding the door. Though I don’t think anyone would really be intimidated by two lions in dresses.

I gently opened the door even though I wanted to burst through it and yank James from his seat. Mrs. Port stood at the front of the class, her smock splattered with paint, her hands covered in charcoal, radiating happiness.

I wondered what emotion I radiated. Fear most likely.

“Why hello. Anything you need?” She asked.

SWAT? A restraining order? Help? All thoughts passed through me. What came through my mouth though was, “Can I borrow James? Mrs. Shan needs him in the office.” Easy enough. Simple.

“No problem. James?” It can’t be this easy.

His eyes had been watching me ever since I entered the door. So had everyone else, but they were unimportant. He was all that mattered.

“Take your bag just in case. I don’t know how long you’re needed. Make sure you finish your portrait by Friday.”

“I will.” He followed me out silently. I could tell that he knew the office excuse was a lie, but he didn’t say anything.

“Scott is coming after me. I asked him about this girl and then he got really weird and creepy. He kept thinking about how she was dead, so now I think he killed her and I went into the bathroom and climbed out the window. He went in and found out that I wasn’t there and now he is out there, looking for me. I came to find you because for some rather insane reason, I have a feeling you can help me. I’m pretty sure Scott wants to kill me too. He asked if anyone else knew and I said no. I was going to ask you in English, but Raven didn’t give me a chance and you were gone by the time she did. I’m like really scared and rambling now. Can you help me?”

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