Disclaimer: I do not, or will ever, own Twilight... /3
It was just like any other sunny day here in Phoenix, scorching hot and a cloudless sky overhead. I turned my head and watched from the window of my biology class and saw the little birds flying around, trying to find a shady spot to cool down in this boiling heat.
''Attention class!'' The teacher yelled out, causing the entire class to go silent and look up to the teacher. ''Today we are going to dissect frogs''
I groaned, not because of the frogs, but because of me, handling a scalpel, was my worst nightmare. I raised my hand, hopefull that the teacher would show some compassion. ''Yes Swan?'' The teacher asked.
''May I be excused from class? Me and sharp objects get along like ice cream and a crowbar'' I asked softly.
''No you may not. I bet there are several students that would rather skip this task, and if I let some get off the hook, more would follow. Therefore everyone has to stay. Any other questions?'' The teachers replied with a sickly sweet tone of voice.
And now I was starting to really hate my biology teacher. Suddenly something appeared in my right eye, it was like a mini tv, showing me the exact same room, but it was dark, apparently after school hours. Well... more like the middle of the night really, and there was a single shoe right next to the teachers desk. I had a feeling that something had happened, so I tried leaning forward in my chair, to inch the vision forward so I could see what was behind the desk. As if on command, the screen went blank for a second, then came into view again, and what I saw made me gasp.
The teacher was sitting with his hands up towards where I was. From what I could see, he had been in a fight. His nose was obviously broken, and blood was dribbling down to his mouth. That sweet, delicious blood which smells so absolutely mouthwatering.
And then it was gone, and I had been so absorbed with the... what could you call it? Vision? Anyway, I hadn't noticed that the teacher had given out a dead frog, which was dripping some sort of liquid onto the table, and a scalpel to everyone in the classroom, including me.
''The task is on the piece of paper next to you, now please start. And have fun'' The teacher said with a smirk on his face, aimed for me obviously.
So I shakily picked up the scalpel, scared beyond words to be holding something so sharp in my hand, and I have to gut a frog with this? 'God must be testing me or something, that or he hates my guts' I thought silently. It was obviously the latter.
I lost my grip on the scalpel, sending it falling towards the floor, and on pure reflex I streched my right hand out to grab it in mid-air. Not the smartest thing in the world for me to do.
The soft sound of tearing flesh was barely noticable to my ears, but it was there, and I closed my eyes and waited for the pain to come. What happened next was just...bizarre. I felt good... you know, that kind of good that comes from the exact opposite thing, not gettting a scalpel stuck in the palm of your hand. 'Does this make me emo?' I wondered off-handedly while supressing a moan.
I opened my eyes to see that I had started to bleed pretty badly, and the scalpel was still buried in my hand. I sat back up in the chair and put my hand on the table, only to hear a gasp from the boy sitting next to me.
''How did you do that? And why are you not crying or screaming or something?'' He almost yelled out, getting the attention of the entire classroom, including the teacher. I really wanted to shove it up his face and scream 'I told you so!' but I figured it would make things worse.
The teacher ran towards me, with a panicked look in his eyes, while saying. ''Oh God, how in the world did you manage this?''
I wrapped my left hand around the handle of the scalpel, and choked on my breath as the feeling surged through my body. When I disturbed the wound, I felt my clit throb, causing my breath to get stuck in my throat. I was becoming flustered and worried with the fact that I was enjoying stabbing myself, but I would gladly take the pleasure instead of pain any day.
As all the students watched, I yanked the scalpel out, but this time the pleasure was too much, and I couldn't completely suppress my moan, and it sounded like a big cat's purr. 'This is so going to hell...' I mentally told myself.
The now open wound bled rapidly, and me plus blood usually equals vomit, but this time, not so much. There was an eerie tingling in the wound, which I couldn't say I've felt before, but it was good. It felt like I was becoming whole, like I've met my soulmate. And that worried me for a bit.
I broke out of my little bubble and saw the teacher and several students, staring at me like I'd grown a second head.
''May I go see the nurse now?'' I asked impatiently, eager to get away from the situation.
''Yeah, go ahead'' the teacher replied absent-mindedly.
And so I practially ran out of the classroom, towards the nurse's office. While I was walking, I stared at the wound and my hand, and carefully poked it with my finger. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, further soaking my already wet panties. It was still bleeding pretty badly, so I closed my hand to stop the bleeding, the pressure sending another jolt of pleasure every few seconds.
By the time I was at the nurse's office, my nether regions were taking a bath, while the blood had stopped dripping from my hand.
The nurse noticed me, and waved me over to her. 'How did you do this dear?' She asked softly, while reaching out and grabbing my wrist. ''You have to open your hand dear'' Which I did.
While the bleeding had stopped, obvious by the dried blood that now stained my hand, it was not so obvious as to where the wound was. 'Probably because of all the blood...' I thought to myself.
''I have to wash away the dried blood, okay? It might sting a little'' The nurse said, reaching for a little piece of cloth that smelled funny, and started cleaning my hand. I stared at my palm with morbid curiosity as the blood was gone, and all that was left, was an undamaged hand. There wasn't even a small scar left to indicate there ever was a wound there.
''Well that is strange... '' The nurse trailed off, flipping my hand over to check for a wound, which wasn't there.
'Did I really cut myself? Or am I dreaming?What's going on here!? I can swear that I cut myself, I remember it standing squarely in my hand... and the blood had to come from somewhere...' I was brought out of my musing by the nurse again.
''I don't have time for you young kids and your jokes, get back to class'' She said impatiently, shooing me out of her office.
The world was litteraly spinning for me, so I went outside and sat down on a bench, soaking up some sun. So far today, I've seen something that wasn't happening, I've stabbed myself and nearly came from the feeling, the wound healed in less than 5 minutes with no visible signs of there ever BEING a wound in the first place... 'What's going on?!' I sighed and leaned my head back against the bench.
Today was too much.
After I had relaxed a bit, I went back to the classroom. I was clearly in denial, but I'd take denial over the alternative any day, so I got to my seat and sat down. In front of me was a bloody scalpel, not from a frog, but a human. It wasn't until I sat down that I noticed the room was deathly quiet, and everyone staring at me, even the teacher.
I ignored them, and pulled up a pen and started doodling on my notebook.
''How's the hand?'' The boy next to me asked nervously. It was obvious he had asked the question on everyone's mind, as everyone sat on the edge of their seats in anticipation of my answer.
''It's fine'' I mumbled back to him, and continued my doodling.
I saw his jaw drop from the corner of my eye but before I could do anything, he gripped my right hand and forced me to drop my pen. He pulled my hand up to his face, looking intently into my palm.
''What the hell? What are you, you freak!'' He shouted, while backing away from me, leaving me confused and uncertain.
Suddenly the classroom came alive after my neighbour had his little moment. Different cries of things like 'freak' and 'monster' were bellowed in the now frenzied classroom, where everyone seemed to keep their distance from me.
Even with the teacher screeching for everyone to be quiet, the students kept shouting. And in a very 'dramatic' cliche, I picked up my bag and ran from the classroom, and as I came close to some of them, they jumped back in their chairs to stay away from me, falling over in the attempt.
Luckily I didn't live far from the school, no more than 5 minutes walk, but I ran like hell today. Did all that really happen?
When I got home I ran to my room and locked it, before I dived onto my bed and started crying. Not that I was sad, but my dumb eyes would tear when I was raving mad. Why the hell would they say stuff like that? Wasn't it all good that I was okay? Dumb, immature kids!
It was safe to presume that it did really happen. I really did stab my hand during class, only for it to be gone 5 minutes later. How did that happen, and how does it work?
This better be a bad dream.
I woke up when the phone rang. Maybe it was a dream. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and looked at the display to see who was calling. It was Crystal, my best friend in the whole world... Well more like the only friend I had, but I would still forfeit my life to save hers.
''Hey Crystal'' I said as I answered the phone.
''Hey Bells! Listen, I gotta talk to you, okay? Can you come down to the swing set?'' Crystal asked. She sounded upset about something, did she know?
''Yeah sure, when?'' I replied groggily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
''Now'' She answered and hung up. Wierd, I've never heard her like that before.
When I got out of bed I noticed it was dark outside, so I looked at my phone. The clock was 11:18pm, and I wasn't actually allowed to go outside after 10:30, but this sounded like an emergency, and I wasn't going to leave my friend hanging. So I snuck out my window and started walking.
The swings was just down the street, and after a few minutes of walking, I could see it. There was a shadow on one of the swings, which I assumed was Crystal, rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped around herself.
''Hey Crystal!'' I called from a distance. She turned around so her face was now illuminated by the street lights, and she was crying. Everything happened very quickly after that.
The vision thingy that I had seen with my teacher was no longer a little tv in my right eye, was now taking up my entire right eye. And what I saw now was much more gruesome.
I saw her tied up on the bench in the same playground that we were at right now, but it was a bit darker. Justin, a tall guy that's in my biology class, was cutting her pants open with a knife. His intentions was as clear as the sun is bright.
I didn't want to see any more so I focused on my left eye, seeing that I was right next to Crystal. She was mumbling something, but I couldn't figure out what.
''Crystal? What's the matter? Are you hurt?'' I asked worridly, checking her over. Appart from her crying, she looked OK.
I froze when I heard another voice behind me. It was Justin. I turned around, and saw him and 3 other boys from school, walking towards us in a group. Justin pulled a small knife out of his pocket, the knife that I just saw, cutting Crystal's clothing.
''My my, what have we here? The freak and her friend out alone at this time of day'' Justin said with a smirk on his face.
I looked around for anything that could be used to help us escape. We were standing on sand, there was a stick two feet from my foot, and... Justin's motorcycle was leaned against a tree behind them. I have never been very good at planning, but when it counts, I can figure out anything... Hehe, Crystal usually calls me MacGuyver every time I do something smart.
And so I started to play my part. I smiled timidly at the boys, walking closer to Crystal. When I was close enough to her, I put my hand on her hip, and crushed my breasts against her arm, while breathing into her ear.
''Play along Crystal, I got a plan'' I whispered to her, before kissing her behind her ear. She appeared to have understood what I meant, and leaned back, giving me better access to her neck. I continued kissing her down her neck, before I got back up and whispered to her again.
''See that bike over there? The keys are still there. We're gonna walk sensually towards the boys, get down to the ground, and throw sand into their faces okay?'' I kissed her earlobe, so they wouldn't get suspicious. ''Then I'm gonna get that stick over there and smash Justin's face in. Then you go for a few of his friends, while I finish Justin. Kick them in the nuts or something, just cripple them'' I licked her behind her ear, earning a shiver from Crystal. ''And then we get the fuck outta here. Ready?'' I finished, and Crystal nodded slightly.
''Is there anything we can help you boys with?'' I said with my best 'flirt' voice, sad to say, but it sucked. I started walking towards them, swaying my hips in the process, and from the corner of my eye I saw Crystal doing the same, although a little shaky, beside me.
The boys visibly stiffened a bit, they obviously didn't expect this twist. Justin was the first to snap out of it, as he got a gleeful smirk plastered on his face, disgusting slimeball. ''Yes I belive there is something you could help us with'' he said with a sickening smile, while his free hand ventured down to his pants.
I thanked god that by now, we had gotten to where the stick was, and I signaled Crystal with a quick look. Simultaniously we dropped down, sticking our asses out for them to think we would do what they wanted, causing them to watch us, with their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. I grabbed as much sand as I could with both my hands, and gave Crystal another look. Her hands was buried in the sand, and an evil smile was taking over her face.
''Let's do it'' She whispered, and I nodded. I whipped around, throwing all the sand I had in my hands in the direction of the boys, aiming for their heads. They didn't even have time to react, before the sand was stuck in their eyes, and they all started shouting swear words.
I picked up the stick, and charged forward. Crystal was already next to the boy behind Justin, and gave him a sickening kick to the nuts, which made me want to wince if the circumstances was any different.
''This is what you get when you try to rape girls'' I said to him, as Justin flailed his knife around in empty space. I took my stance, which my dad had taught me when he wanted me to start baseball, and swung the stick with all the strength and vengance I could muster. I hit him below his left eye, leaving a long cut and a broken nose on the boy that was now whimpering on the ground. His knife had dropped to the ground, right in front of me.
I heard a third boy whimper as Crystal gave another one a patented kick to the nuts. 'Good idea...' I figured, so I landed a kick to Justin's nuts aswell. The force of the impact rattled my leg, and sent a howling Justin rolling five feet away from me. I must have gotten stronger aswell, I hope I castrated him with that kick.
A fourth yelp signaled that Crystal had gotten the last of them down, so I turned around and ran to her.
''Now we get away from here, okay?'' I said, as I took her hand and ran towards the motorcycle. I jumped on and Crystal got on behind me, as I turned the key and heard the engine roar to life, before driving off into the distance. To safety.
Please review, I need some constructive critisism to make it better =)