User:Wolfie.the-wolf.like.wolf

Part. 1: The view of a mental

I took a deep breath as I sat down in the cool form of a light brown leather chair. My hand slowly raised to touch the darkened bruises on my face, I was instantly reminded about the quarrel I’d had earlier. The thing was, This wasn’t a normal fight. There was a deep hatred that had coursed through me everytime I swung. I had felt an unusual feeling when I saw his horrified face before I enveloped him in vicious attacks. The echoes of a growing crowd yelled vulgar, cruel words at me...I had even heard shrieks of anxiety before I let him sink into unconsciousness……. I had felt, A deep release. If I was my usual self, I wouldn’t have even THOUGHT up the idea of fighting back. But, This time, When I had, It was a full blown field day for the gruesome, Twisted thoughts that were hidden by a dark curtain in the back of my mind. My fist clenched and unclenched the semi-thick arms of the chair. My mind repeated the scene periodically until I heard a door creak open and close. My head swiveled to the side, to view who had stepped in. It was a fair-haired woman, One I had rarely seen. Only those vague occasions when I would pass her in the hallway, She would be dealing with a few sparring kids. Sometimes a few unstable ones. She held a stack of papers in her hands, Looked at me with a disappointed look in her coffee-colored eyes. A light coughing sound cracked the cold silence in the room as she cleared her throat. “Ambrosia….. What happend with you today?” She asked in a monotone. I felt sets of various colored eyes burn into my shoulder blades, The large glass window leading out of the principals office let the other students view inside. The woman scolded the children with her eyes and closed the curtains. “Now…. Care to elaborate me on why this happened?” She said. I examined her voice. It was whispery, confusing, but, Would probably raise in pitch if needed. The tick of the clock pounded my ear drums. the moments seemed like years as I thought of a way to explain. “Well…… He attacked me. All I did was fight back” I softly replied. “Mmm-Hmm….” She mumbled and sat down in a chair, On the other side of the desk. Her fingers sifted through the papers. She pulled out a red one. “Now, Ambrosia, Since you're legally by yourself, I need you to sign these” She sighed and handed me 3 forms. I fumbled in my pocket for a pen. ‘Might as well get it done with, Maybe I can forget this’ I thought as I reached for the first one. As I wrote, i could make out soft scratching sounds as the pen assaulted the paper. As I finished the last form, I looked at the name plate on the desk. Ms. Smith. ‘Hmmph, A plain name for a plain woman...’ I thought. “Ambrosia Svedka….” A chilling voice said. Goosebumps Climbed up my arm, I hadn’t noticed another person entered the room. A dark haired man walked in. “Hello, I am the school counselor, Mr. Razso. I am here to escort you to your bunk house. Your are not permitted around the normal students for a few days” He addressed. ‘Normal?! How am I not normal?!’ The thought burned in my mind. I too a few breaths, And stood up. Mr. Razso handed me my coat, I slipped it on. He walked outside the door. I followed him down the hallway as other teenagers stared at me. I ignored, And kept my gaze on my feet. He finally reached the end of the corridor and opened a door. I stepped out into the damp, chilly wind. “Do you think you can walk to your bunk house without attacking anyone?” He asked. A growl threatened to escape the back of my throat. I nodded and walked forward. Before the door clicked shut again I heard him mumble, “That child really was raised by wolves…..”. I laughed it off, It was just a comment. A comment that meant nothing…..