Hi :)
This is my first fanfiction, and English is not my mother tongue, so it is very likely that there are some mistakes...
I reeeeeeeeeally appreciate reviews. Sorry, it is a bit short, but it's kind of a prologue, so, yeah...
Please tell me if I should continue or write another oneshot. :)
People's eyes
The darkness of the alleyway seems to swallow Allison. Her eyes aren't glistening under her messy hair, her steps are hardly audible. She feels incredibly small and vulnerable.
The problem is: She understands, finally.
Giving Andy her trust, no, not only her trust, but herself, has been rewarded by something she experiences at home everyday: Disrepect, ignorance.
When she came to school on monday in her usual black hoody and skirt, looking up, expecting him to greet her and hug her or kiss her or something, he just knit his brows and laughed at her with his jock friends and vanished in the crowd.
Maybe, maybe he would have recognized her if she had dressed like Claire had shown her two days ago. But when she looked at herself in the mirror that morning, still suffering from the depressing thoughts of the night and a nightmare that had her parents replacing her with Claire in it, she couldn't bring herself to do it. To become like Claire.
It wasn't her. People don't change over night – not for the better, at least. Whatever that is.
So she grabbed her sweater and her skirt and dressed the way she always did. It won't make a difference to Andy, she told herself. He knows how I am. He likes me for who I am. Not for my looks. I am the same Allison that I was in that detention.
Allison will never forget that look on Claire's face when she walked past her. It was not like Claire had wanted to talk to her or something, no – You could have been so much, her eyes seemed to say. What did you do? I can't talk to you when you look all basketcase-like... Not in front of my friends.
So they are no friends. And Andy is not her boyfriend. She should have known it...
When she saw Brian, she didn't even make an effort to look him in the eyes. Enough rejection for one morning. And Brian seemed content talking to his nerd-friends anyway. He didn't look particularly disappointed.
Everybody has friends, Allison realizes. Andy has his jock-friends, Claire has her rich-and-stuck-up-girlfriends, Brian has his nerd-friends and Bender has his pot-smoking friends (she has seen them in the back of the schoolyard).
Everybody has friends. Except me.
A tear rolls down her cheek. Her eyes are tired. Without any light. She is tired. She's had enough.
When she came home today, her mother sat at the kitchen table, doing whatever she was doing. She looked up from her work when she heard the noise of the door opening, and when she saw that it was her youngest daughter, her warm eyes became cold, her mouth a thin line. It happened very fast, like always, in a second she was focused on her work again, but for Allison, it felt like an eternity, the ice encircling the young girls weary heart.
And then the darkness was not only inside her, but also on the other side of her window, and it seemed to call out to her.
It is january, and the wind is pretty cold. Allison, however, feels the cold, but it is almost comforting, numbing her fingers and her legs and, at least a little bit, her thoughts. It starts to snow.
Allison finds herself walking through a park. Leafless trees, no peole at all, emptiness.
Slowly, Allison sits down, leaning against a tree. It feels nice. Her fingers are burning from the coldness, but she doesn't mind.
What Allison doesn't know is that there is somebody else out there in the middle of the night... Somebody who notices a little black bundle on the ground that doesn't move. It's freezing cold.