Snippet #1628021

My mind was running away from me: I felt like I was losing it. I couldn't focus on any set thing in class, and at rehearsal I was too worried over the apparition that attacked me to care much about anything else. It was true: it had frightened me. Mainly because it was nothing I had control over...and it still followed me. I could feel it's anger drooling down me everywhere I went. This time, however, I promised not to make myself alone and give it the chance to harm me. Yet, even though I tried not to, it remained on my mind. I knew that this must be egging on it's power...I just couldn't shake off the fear from being pushed....
"Oriana," one of the professors called, arching a brow. Yes, the professors had taken note of my behavior...it was unlike me to not pay attention in class.
"Just because you're the current flavor of the year doesn't make you an exception," the professor scowled. This one didn't like me....I excelled at everything he failed at.
I snickered under my breath, rolling my eyes. Many professors were like that: incapable of an actual music career for themselves so they harped on the students with actual talent. I had a hard time forgiving their poor manners however....

My mind began to wander once more, the evil presence gripping itself around my body, I was about to call out for help when at once it loosened itself. The door to the room burst open, and an exhausted looking Mel, completely out of breath and tired.

I jumped up, my immediate reaction to find out what was wrong: our date wasn't until much later tonight, something I was looking forward to, but didn't realize would occur so early.
"Mel, what's wrong?" I asked hurriedly, jumping up to her side and laying my hand on her back.

"Miss De Leones, guests are not permitted," the professor growled, pointing to the door. Obviously this one was enjoying his power as a professor...I would have to snuff that out later...

"Grow a career," I growled, ignoring the roar of laughter behind me (I must not have been the only one thinking these things...), and steered Mel outside the class door.
Once I had stepped out as well, I slammed the door close. The malevolent being followed me, placing it's sick grip on me as well.
"Mel?" I asked, holding her hands in mine.