Can You Stake My Heart?

My eyes slowly opened, revealing a stream of sunshine through a window above me, specks of dust dancing in the beam of light. I was on something very soft, probably a bed. I drew my gaze away from the window and looked down to see where I lay. Blinking to stay awake, I saw a sea of huge, fluffy comforter. I turned my head to the side to see pillows that looked like clouds. It was so warm, with the blanket up to my neck and all.

“I have to be dead.” I thought to myself, closing my eyes once more. I sighed and pulled the covers down a little, so I could reach my hand out. I rested it above the fluffy covers, feeling the cold air creep up onto my arm. I slowly moved my hand over my stomach, and winced in pain.
“Nope, not dead.” I thought and sighed again. I re-adjusted myself and tried to slip back into sleep. My eyes flew open as I realized that I didn’t know where I was or what the hell happened. All I remembered was getting punched by that goth chick. Sitting up, I scanned the room. The walls were a nice shade of baby blue, complimenting the dark furniture. This room was bigger than my dorm room, and had lots more space. A big art desk sat in the corner and was cluttered with sketches and pencils. There was a TV, dresser, and a big couch.

“Did I get kidnapped?” I whispered to myself and swung my legs out of the warmth of the blankets. I was still wearing what I wore when I got attacked, minus the sweater and shoes. I pushed myself off of the bed, and before I could even take a step I fell to my knees. The pain in my gut was so intense; I had to fight back tears. Lifting up my shirt revealed a big bruise. I heard the door open and whipped my head up.

Gerard was standing in the doorway. His hair was disheveled and all over the place. He had black T-shirt on with dark blue skinny jeans. The tired look in his warm honey eyes was replaced with a look of relief. He walked over to me, and took my waist in his hand, heaving me up onto the bed.

“Thank you Gee.” I said, rubbing eyes. My cheeks flushed as I realized I had just called him Gee. My lips began to form the word Sorry but before I could, he began to speak.

“Yeah, no problem. Are you alright?” He asked, kneeling down in front of where I sat. To be honest, I didn’t know how to answer that question. I guess this was his dorm, so I knew where I was, but I still had lots of questions.

“Yeah, I’m fine. But what… happened? Why am I here?” I said, searching his eyes for an answer.

He cleared his throat and was silent for a moment. Finally he spoke.

“Well, I was walking to the Starbucks when I heard you yell, and it sounded like you were in pain. So, I rushed over to your voice and found three of- three kids beating you up. The girl, Jane I think, looked like she was going to… uh, kill you,” he quietly said, playing with his shirt. Memories came flooding back to me as he spoke, but I didn’t interrupt.

“I rushed over and kicked her hard in the back of the knee, and she ran away. The two other guys, Derek and Daryl…? attacked me, so I fought them off. Sort of. After they had gone, I ran over to you but you were passed out. So, I brought you to my dorm. I hope you don’t mind.” Gee finished, and looked up at me. All I could do was nod.

“Why did they want to hurt me?” I whispered, feeling hot tears well up in my eyes. He looked away, his jaw clenched.

“I don’t know.” He finally answered. So many questions came into my head, so many things that didn’t make sense. Honestly, I didn’t believe him. The way he stuttered at parts and spoke so quietly. I had to call bullshit.

“I know you’re lying. Just tell me the truth.” I said. He turned to me, a shocked expression on his face. He opened his mouth as to say something, but quickly shut it. After a few moments, he opened it again.

“I can’t.” He murmured. “What?” I yelled internally. He was lying? About what? I frowned, hungering for an answer.

“Gerard, just tell me. What’s so bad about the truth?” I said, my voice slightly elevated. He got up and walked to the open bathroom door.

“Everything. I’ll talk to you later, Rose.” Gerard said before hopping into the bathroom and closed the door. I quickly got up, ignoring the searing pain in my stomach and began to bang on the door.

“Gerard… whatever your middle name is Way! Answer my question!” I yelled, pounding on the door. I was getting very frustrated. Who did he think he is? He basically saved my life and now he won’t even tell me why?

“It’s Arthur. Now please Rose, go to class!” He shouted back at me. I heard the shower begin to run, and knew it was no use trying to talk to him. Digging around in my pocket, I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 1:54.

“Shit.” I said to myself and ran out of his bedroom. His dorm was set up like Nina and mine, but more spacious. I saw my shoes and sweater and backback sitting neatly on the couch. Slipping my shoes and sweater on in record time, and grabbed my backpack. The dark walls and artwork blurred past me as I made my way out the door and down the steps. If I got to Photo 1 in 6 minutes, I would have 15 minutes of class left. I quickly descended the stairs, slipping quite a few times. I reached the bottom after 4 sets of stairs and ran out the door. I could see the building where photo one would be, and ran with all my might.

After lots of running, I crashed through the doors and ran to the first room, with a plaque “Photo 1 – Dr. Jone”. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked into the room. All heads turned on me, and I felt my blood begin to race.

“Well, it’s about time you showed up, Miss Ravenhale,” Dr.Jone sneered. “Where were you, slacking I suppose?” She continued, giving me a sour grin. Anger swam in my chest. I knew I shouldn’t tell her that I almost got killed, but I didn’t care.

“I got beat up and passed out. Sorry for the inconvenience.” I said, throwing up my hands. A look of shock was slapped on her face immediately, and I smiled. I walked over to the first empty seat I could find, and sat down.

“Uhm, as I was saying, what we will be doing…” Dr. Jone continued quietly. I sat still for the last 15 minutes and rushed out the door. I ran all the way to Animation, fearing I was being followed… again. Even though it didn’t start until 4, I entered the room and sat in the very back. I laid put my head in my hands, and drifted off to sleep.

I woke when I heard people coming into the room. I looked up, and my whole body seized up. A group of 12 people, dressed in dark clothes and makeup stood in the front of the room. And leading the group was Jane. The look of hatred upon her face made me feel like melting.

“For fucks sake, what do you want?!” I screamed in anguish. Just as Jane was about to speak, the professor came in followed by some students. He stopped, looking at the kids with a confused expression.

“I’m sorry, are you in this class?” He pouted, pointing to the group. Jane growled and stomped out of the room, followed by the rest of the goths. I exhaled deeply in relief. Dodged a bullet there. More and more people began to come and soon the introduction started. His name was Professor Smith, and he once worked at Pixar. I sat quietly through the class, checking my phone often to see if Gerard would text me. Of course, he didn’t. The class ended at 5:45, and like last time, I ran all the way back to my dorm room. Once inside, I slammed the door and locked it.

“Rose!” Nina called, and I spun around. She looked overjoyed; filled to the brim with happiness. “Today was fantastic! How did your first day go?” She squealed, jumping up and down.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the stars that kept popping up in my vision. I mustered a smile, and answered.

“Just peachy, Nina.”

Notes

Gerard doesn't know that lying makes Santa Clause cry, but that's okay.
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