Beyond What Eyes Can See
Chapter 4: Rain
The rest of the day flew by, she could hardly remember anything. It was difficult to concentrate on things with the amount of blood she lost. Getting out of class, she made her way to her locker. The halls were still crowded, barely leaving any space at all for people to pass by. She quietly managed in between people, trying not to gag at the people making out for all to see. Finally getting to her locker, she shooed away people blocking her way.
She felt so dizzy, things seemed to blur together. Now what in the world was her combination? Out of instinct, her fingers worked on the lock, according to a miracle the lock clicked open. Stuffing the overly heave books in the small, crumpled space, she locked the door and went the back way out of school. She didn't notice that as soon as she turned, her locker door was once again covered by chattering teenagers, not being private at all of things that should be banned in school.
The doors to the staircase flew open, as she walked closer. Looking down at the gray cement, she wondered why the stairs seemed ever so long to her. With a tired sigh, she descended ever so slowly, only managing to trip a few times in the long run. A bring red exit sign made its appearance at the top of the large black doors. Slipping from the last stair, she fell onto the door, which in turn opened much to fast for the girl to catch her balance. She stumbled outside, she light blinding for the first few seconds.
Regaining her balance, she walked down the carved path to what she remembered was the school garden. She spend much time here when she was let out early, waiting for Souta to get out of school, with no apparent wish to be home earlier then needed. The wind picked up, blowing her hair away from her face shedding some light onto the heavily painted on make up. She lowered her head, seemingly ashamed of something unknown to even her.
She couldn't remember why she was here in the first place, she had to pick up Souta. Her head couldn't function with the loss of blood, but something in the back of her mind told her to come here. If she could just remember what-
"So you finally decided to come." It wasn't a question, just a fact, stated with nothing but ice dripping from it, unknowingly bringing the cool temperature to just a few degrees colder.
She looked up through her bangs, not lifting her face to look at him. She never answered, since it was never a question to begin with. She knew he was studying her, though she had no apparent idea as to why. No one ever paid attention to her.
The silence stretched for a few long minutes, neither willing to break it. She never looked up at him since she arrived, keeping her eyes strictly on the ground. A few minutes later she started to wonder if he was still there. Looking a bit ahead she looked to where his feet were. She saw nothing.
Her head snapped up, eyes staring ahead to where he stood once before. The wind came back full force, whipping her hair around her as though a dark cape. She spun around to see if he was still walking away, only to come face to face with the source of her distress.
"Mind telling me why you are covered in blood?" Even though there was a hint of questioning texture in the statement, it wasn't a question. It was a demand. Frozen golden eyes stared down at her, making her feel ever so small.
He studied the small woman before him. Though her could not see the actual blood on her, the black baggy clothes doing their job to cover, he could smell it full force. The strong metallic sent followed the girl as though a faithful puppy. She was ever so much smaller then him, hardly coming up to his chest. The midnight black hair glistened with low blue shades in the rapidly disappearing sun. Her face was painted on with make up, hiding something he could not understand. But the unique thing of her were the ever so empty blue eyes that brightened with fear for just a single moment before fading back to the empty pools of that same peculiar shade. Her hands stopped fiddling with the straps of her bag.
"I have no blood on me." She was lying, he could smell it, but she could have fooled anyone else. He could not, for the life of him understand why she would lie, but he was never one to give up on anything, and wasn't about to start now of all times.
"Do not lie to me, woman- for I know far more then you might think." He glared down at her, making her feel even worse then before, but she wasn't about to spill anything. She glared back at him, doing a surprisingly good job for someone her size.
"Well then, you should know when to stay out of other peoples business." She answered back, copying his tone one for one, freezing the words and shattering them as response.
Knowing she could not and more definitely should not stay any longer, she turned her back to him, hair flying behind her as a permanent shadow, walked away. Before she could get more then a few feet away, a large hand landed upon her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. She winced, trying not to scream out as pure white pain exploded in her shoulder, blood leaking from under the tightly wrapped bandages.
He felt her heartbeat speed up about double the pace, and removed his hand. She didn't move from the spot. Her small hand came around her shoulder, holding it lightly. He looked down at his palm; shocked to her it soaked with blood. His eyes snapped back to the girl as he saw it trickling down her arm, to her elbow, dripping to the floor creating crimson patterns on the paved path of the garden.
"Ugh, crap." She fell to her knees, one hand still on the shoulder, the other breaking her fall and holding her slightly off the ground. The blood started to flow faster, now becoming an ever-growing puddle on the light gray pavement.
He stood there, unmoving. What the hell happened to her that she would bleed this much, before he though she just got in a fight in school, getting scratched in the process, but this, he was surprised she was still conscious.
Forgetting that he was even there at all, she tried to get up, only to fall back down landing roughly on her open palm, scrapping it in the process, dirt mixing with blood. Her body shook with the effort to stay conscious, she didn't want to know what her dad would do if she was sent to the hospital again.
He stared at her, in curiosity or may be something close to awe. Why wasn't she crying yet? All the girls he knew, no matter how tough, who would probably be weeping a river from all this agony. Hell his younger brother would probably have been crying for his mother, but she's trying to get back up? Was this girl normal? He walked in front of her and bend down to her eye level.
She finally remembered she wasn't alone, and glared at the guy before her. Through clenched teeth she ground out the first thing she could with the building up frustration.
"Enjoying the show?" If he was surprised by her behavior he didn't show it. He starred at her shoulder, the dark blood sleeve soaked and clinging to her body from on side, and she tried to get up yet again, only to end up with the same results.
"Not particularly." He knew she wasn't very interested in company at the moment, but he could well enough leave her here! Who knows, may be no one would find her for days, it was garden for the love of god, about as popular as the library.
Her attention was once again on him. She glared angrily, feeling the dizziness start to take over her system, knowing she would most likely faint any minute now. Yet another exhausted sigh passed her lips, her eyes loosing the previous anger, as her hands seemed to turn to jelly, no longer able to support her heavy body.
"Just leave me alone, I just want to be alone…" Her eyes slid closed, as her body fell forward, yet no longer conscious as strong arms caught her weigh before she could hit the ground. He looked down at the girl. What was he supposed to do with her?
As an unwanted answer, thunder sounded in the background, and rain poured down at the two people in the garden. Clear droplets of water fell to the ground, into the puddle of ruby liquid, creating a lighter shade of the rich colour. Flowing to the side of the path the crimson water stilled onto the white flowers that grew along the path, making them an intense red, before the rain washed it off, leaving the as a hidden perfection of what they were just seconds before.
He picked up the girl, wary of the injured shoulder, and stood up. Her head rolled back, as rain descended on her face, washing off the heavy make up. Black eye shadow flowed down her face, followed by the cover up. He stared down at the girl in his arms. He could have called her an angel, if she didn't have that many bruises on her face, and wasn't leaving a bloody trail behind them. Then an injured angel she would surely pass for.
Yes an injured angel it is. With that in mind he made his way to his car, laying her carefully in the seat, he sped towards the nearest hospital. She would get better, he would make sure of that. Then he could ask questions.
Hey, I finally updated! After forever, but I try. Anyways, please review so i know weather to continue or not, and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask, I shall respond to reviews in chapter 5. Thank you so very much.
Ja ne!
Kira.
