July 12 1964

Her. She keeps staring. I stare back.

Gaze unbroken.

She won't break. Or perhaps it's because she is already shattered.

I hide my thoughts, pushing forward a wall of empty gazing.

She smirked at me. Turned side ways on the couch, her eyes locking onto the grey wall. A spider climbed up it with great speed.

I didn't stop. The spider did not interest me.

She reached down to her foot. Ripping off her shoe and chucking it at the wall. I blinked slowly when the loud crack and a smash bounced through out the room.

Spider ripped down from the wall and killed by the second impact of the shoe falling upon it.

She got up smoothly, grabbed the shoe. Turning, making eye contact again. Her eyes spilling out with pain. Cold pain. Raw to the bone.

She brushed past me. I stared at the spider.

It's leg twitched.

July 15 1964

I could feel her eyes bearing into the back of my skull. Burning, flaming through my scalp.

I did not turn. I did not return the glance. I was debating whether she would be pleasured by the return in attention, or if she would be shocked.

The teacher jotted quickly the mathematics notes on the chalkboard. The white chunks screeching lightly, rubbing against the hard surface.

I felt a light jabbing on my shoulder. Ignored.

Burning.

Again with the jabbing.

Scalp beginning to redden under my red hair.

I growled under my breath.

Jabbing.

I reached back, grabbing the pencil that was irritating me.

Eyes locked onto hers. She raised her eyebrows.

Hand still reached out, in the same position as if she were holding that pencil.

"Keep it." She whispered. Leaning back in her seat.

"Fine." I muttered. Clenching the pencil in my fist.

A light laugh came from behind when I turned back around to face the front.

The burning had ceased.

July 19 1964

Her room was across from mine. Though, I had never seen her go in.

The other children said she was insane. The supervisors dubbed her 'irreversibly disturbed'.

I thought she was only confused, only shattered. That and she was slightly irritating. Yet, we could blame the confusion she held for that.

She came up behind me, while I was eating lunch in the small living room type of a setting.

"Eve." She muttered.

I leaned forward.

"Walter." Her voice was broken.

"Eve …" My voice was soft. Repeating her name after her acknowledging me; seemed proper.

She laughed again. Walking away.

I didn't turn.

July 22 1964

No burning in math class.

No jabbing in math class.

No Eve in math class.

My curiosity grew.

I looked around. Searching for the rotten souls in the room. Three were missing.

Including Eve.

I wished to be excused.

Walking down the hallway and out the back door …

To the pit. The place where the wild things huddled together, smoke steaming from between them. Only right now, there was not huddle. There was no smoke.

She was there. They were there. Two boys. Blond hair. Blue eyes.

Her. Black hair. Green eyes. Covered in blood. Bleeding.

I stood at the corner. Watching.

"Come on, girlie. Get up."

She lay there. Not because she was weak. But she was being rebellious against them.

"Get the fuck up!" The taller one shouted. His foot bruising her stomach.

She started laughing. Same laugh she gave me.

"Fine. If you want to stay down there. Stay." The tall one bent down. "But I feel I have the right to join you."

His hands immediately started caressing her chest.

I felt my jaw clench.

The other boy reached up her skirt, she made a pained grunt.

The blood started flowing hard through my brain.

"You like it babe. You love it."

She tried to kick him off but the other had pinned down her shoulders. While the to her undid his belt and slip between her legs. Trying to manoeuvre his way out of his pants.

When he finally did, her expression was similar to the one I noticed after she killed the spider.

I couldn't move. Just watched.

"You're hurting me!" She screaming, trying to get free again.

I couldn't stop myself. I rushed over, pulling the one boy off. Punching him square in the face. Vermin. Elbow to the groin. Runt. Kick to the gut. Pig. Heel to the jaw. Coward.

The other pulled out. Backing up quickly.

"Chill man!"

I smashed his head down once against the hard pavement. He was out.

She lay there, rubbing her head lightly.

I just turned to her and watched.

She got to her feet, slowly. Her muscles tense.

She walked towards me, reached out and grabbed my hand.

I jolted back but she did not release. Leading me into the school.

She rushed into the washroom. Girl's washroom.

I waited awkwardly outside for a moment, and then she popped her head out.

Smirking painfully with her bloodied lips and pulled me in.

The door clicked, locking.

She turned the tap on full. Dunking her head under the fosset. Her hair became drenched, and the blood washed away.

She pulled up her shirt. The bruises were starting to show.

I retreated to the farthest corner.

She pulled off the shirt and wet the corner of the cloth. Dabbing the emerging blue with cool liquid.

She fixed her skirt. Pulling on the long sleeve shirt again and turning to me.

Her look was different now. Her eyes were full of an unregistered emotion. One that was not familiar to her, this made it translate funny to me.

"I'm going back to the House." She said gently. Her eyes not leaving mine. She unlocked the door and went to slide out, "Thank you."

When I emerged from the washroom. She was at the end of the hall.

Disappearing outside within a few moments.

"No problem." I whispered, walking back to class.

July 20 1964

"Walter and Eve, were fooling around behind the school. When these two came around, and threatened to report them if they didn't behave, Walter over reacted. Ended up hurting these two, and even got a little rough after with the girl."

I stared blandly at the floor. Bull shit.

God-damn Aryans.

Eve was sitting cross-legged in the other chair, next to mine.

"We are letting you off with a warning. Since, we understand the stresses of school and the hormone levels you are facing. We know it will affect your actions."

Morons.

"I will have to ask you to, associate with them as little as possible."

Eve's leg twitched. Her eyes looking over to me again. I returned the look.

A look of friendship.