Note: This is meant to be short, simple, and the remainder of the 'chapters' will stay this way. Thank you. DO NOT OWN. :C
001: A Question
He didn't understand why the clack of his footsteps killed the the sweet voices that floated throughout the hallways, a chorus of annoyance, and laughter, mindless chatter he wasn't apart of. But that thought simply didn't matter at that point in time- he decided he rather be transfixed on the melody his own steps made, (step, step, step step..) than the reasons on why he didn't care enough to listen to their words. Not today. These steps, right there in that pocket of time, was the only thing somewhat consistent in his life, other than breathing. Though, eventually, that'd run out as well.
Matthew Williams.
An average name, fitting perfectly to his average features.
He once looked into the mirror. It wasn't a particularly special day, and it wasn't the first time he had ever seen his reflection, nor would it be the last, but the way he looked at himself, was certainly different. Different like picking apart every flaw, every feature, that told him in a clear voice, not a faint whisper that he sometimes heard when questioning his life. A distinct tone that gave him reason for why he was practically,
invisible.
Lilac irises overshadowed by the presence of glasses, medium length blond hair, slender build hidden beneath his favorite red hoodie- average, he admitted, but nothing that screamed transparent.
He touched his face subconsciously as he turned the hall- 'soft, innocent features'' someone once told him. (Ironically, he couldn't remember who, just the words.) His fingers grazed the skin over his cheek, looking idly for the line that dominated the flesh- there, a few good inches below his right eye.
He smiled. Fingertips trailed delicate features, dancing along the curve under his chin, leading further down his neck. Another beautiful scar graced his touch, dried blood bubbled along the surface, a rounded line similar to the expression on his lips. He was too transfixed with the area at hand to bother question why he received no looks of curiosity, nor fear. Too proud.
Matthew let out a small huff of air, displeased for not seeing his beloved older brother before classes started up, noting he probably missed him while pondering his flesh. He slid into his classroom- bland white walls, with motivational posters, lined with wooden shelves, and small uncomfortable desks where the students were forced to sit in for the next hour or so- pushing old thoughts aside as he made his way over to the desk in the back he had grown used to sitting in.
"Settle in, settle in." The bell rang, and she doesn't hesitate to go through her lists, calling names out for the students to answer. "...And I think that's it for attendance." His breath caught in his throat, light eyes flickering to the figure up front who was setting the clipboard, she previously held, down with a small clank against the wooden desk- so nonchalant.
Unknowing.
"Mrs. Kobritz," the male had his hand raised politely, "you forgot to call my name.." On the tip of his tongue, the word 'again' waited eagerly to roll off of it, but he pushed the feeling back to add the needed suffix of the sentence. His teacher flipped through the papers on her desk, ignorant to the boy's presence. Matthew peered out the window over his glasses, "Matthew Williams, Mrs. Kobrtiz.."
The male stood up from his chair, waving a hand frantically. "Hello?" But there was no response, much to his displeasure. He had never been ignored to this degree before, it almost sickened him, just looking at the adult across the room. "Mrs. Kobritz." His cold tone didn't affect her, or anyone for that matter.
"Arthur," he said softer, lightly reaching for the shoulder of the boy sitting in front of his, "Do you know what's going on-" Matthew gasped, his light eyes widening.
His hand went through him.
