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Kyra couldn’t move. Not for lack of trying, but it felt like her brain and body weren’t talking like they normally do. She wanted help; she was crying for help but there was no one to hear her.
She felt like she was screaming all the time; but nothing was even enough to show her parents she needed them. Fine, she could ignore them.
They want her to act like she was the perfect heir? No, she didn’t think that was what she wanted. They wanted her to be shipped away? Fine, anything is better than them. But now she was in the middle of a permanent snowstorm In the French Alps. France never felt like this before. So…stifling.
Now all she could feel from the cold was numb. Everyday put her closer to the edge, the edge of what? Who knew, but she was there.
It was all she could do to put her hair up in a bun every day. After lessons today she just…hurt. Mealtime had come and gone and now it was the third day without leaving her room.
Stellenbosch had come in once or twice, but Kyra couldn’t speak. Her throat hurt and nothing could soothe it. What would she even say anyway? That she was tired? No better not to say anything at all. She didn’t know why she was like this, she just wanted everything to stop.
To be quiet.
Her computer filled the silence in her mind but kept it quiet out loud. Now all she could have was a pen and paper.
She felt so anxious her skin itched to be taken off. She had done a pretty good job of that for a while before her parents caught on and made her cut her nails. Now she could barely open an eyeshadow palette.
So, she lay like this. For days, why would she get up anyway? To have some weird ass little man who looked like he stepped out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie to tell her she could kill everyone on the planet if she wanted too? No fucking chance. Nothing made the days easy. All she could do was wait until she was sent home so she could be miserable there.
Finally, the professor got sick of her shit. He made the guards take her from her room. They barged in and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Great.
She shivered to the touch and recoiled from them into herself. Sooner or later, they realized she could walk alone and let go of her. But her arms weren’t hers anymore. They were not a part of her; they were just hanging from her. Belonging to the guards, blood seeping in and our contaminating her body with their touch. Soon she would be their's completely.
They marched her into class and sat her down quite aggressively. The rest of them filed in at some point.
Kyra didn’t know when.
Hell, she didn’t know the ones sitting closest to her name’s. She knew Sasha and Arash but that was it. Her ears didn’t even work anymore. Their names just felt like noises. So, she picked up a pen and wrote out what she thought they could be. Maybe it was Jim? Or Jeremy? Something generic. But the girl had a different almost weird pronunciation, she knew that much. The class was starting to end before the doors banged open again. She didn’t look up, why would she? Most likely it was the professor again going to yell at them for being rich.
“Kyra?” She paused. “Say hello to Alex.”
Who the hell was Alex? That wasn’t the girl’s name, was it? Why are they talking to her at all? Now she was confused and just reported back.
“Hello to Alex.”
Some of the others snickered at her. Real mature.
Now someone was sitting next to her, right across from her actually. That was new, she was pretty sure.
“Hi, I’m Alex.”
She knew he wasn’t the girl. Based on the voice she was certain. She looked up finally to see a boy with blonde hair and a stupid haircut smirking back at her. She wanted to slap it off him. Something about him, however, was off. His posture, his face, even his hands. Everything was just so stiff. It was just so wrong. But maybe if she looked closer….
It was fake. He was faking it. Kyra may not be good at much, but this kid was weird. His answers were programmed in, like he knew what he was going to be asked. And his shiny appearance was hiding some bruises around his neck, something concealer didn’t reach. He didn’t even smell like real rich. Oh god. What had she done?
She had really looked at one of them, now she knew too much. She was too tired to think about another one. Someone else who could tell her she was crazy. Now she was only going to think of that when she looked at him. But he didn’t poke fun at her. Not once.
Shocker.
Even when J-something called her weird, he just looked at her. That was …different. Now what? She wrote down his name quickly among the others on her notes.
Alex