A/N: Final chapter until I've done more chapters for Yandere.
The plot is going to spiral into the actual story of this... well, story.
Jane: Finally. I was getting bored with all this school stuff.
Phoenix: Well, there will be only one more chapter (this one) with the school in it. Or will it? It's almost time to go on the long, long, long, long, journey to kill Jeff. We start: Next chapter!
Jane: Yay!
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Chapter 10: Welcome to the Orphanage
The cafeteria was packed with all the students in the school. For once, they weren't in different groups, but all mushed into one.
I walked over to the same multi-haired colored group that Cat hanged out at.
The green haired guy looked up at me and waved. "Hey dude." He said, as he patted the seat next to him.
I sat next to him, and glanced around the table.
They all looked kinda gloomy.
All of them were in different classes except Cat and the blue haired boy. What was his name again? Oh right, Jeffery.
I glanced at Chad, 'GothChick' and Delilah.
Delilah, I noticed was trying to hide her arms under the sleeves of her black turtle neck.
"Delilah?"
She glanced up at me. "Y-y-y-ea-h?"
"Why are you hiding your arms?"
She lowered her head.
"Liah, just show him." I heard Chad say.
I glanced at him, then back to her.
She seemed really afraid of something. She shook her head, and continued to pull her sleeves down.
"Delilah." Jeffery joined in.
She continued to shake her head.
Chad, reached over and tried to pull up her sleeves, but she jerked back, with a quite scream.
"Liah, just show him. It's okay."
She looked at me, from behind her head of black hair, and gazed into my hazel eyes. Finally she nodded, and moved her arms from under the table. She slowly started lifting her sleeves.
What I saw, made me gasp: Blood was slowly dripping from her arms, from deep cuts and gashes on her arms. They looked a lot like finger nail marks.
"D-delilah?!"
She shook in fear, and quickly covered her arms back up.
"W-what happened to you?!" I questioned her, but she just shook her head.
"She did it." I heard Chad say. I looked back at him with a questioning look.
"She's a cutter." I heard Sam 'GothChick' say, from behind her phone.
"What?" I looked back at Delilah, to see her hiding from behind her hair again.
"Why?"
"Who knows why? We've been trying to get her to get help, but she keeps refusing to except it."
I frowned. "Why not tell a teacher about her?"
Chad's face with blank. "Oh. We haven't thought of that."
My frown deepened. "What? You mean, that you're friends, and you've known about this for God knows HOW long, and you haven't told a teacher?!"
Chad and Jeffery seemed really uncomfortable, while Sam ignored the conversation.
"What kind of friends are you?!" They lowered their heads in shame, as Delilah scratched at her arms.
I reached over and lightly touched her shoulder. She jerked away again, but I still held it.
"Delilah..." She looked up at me. "You need to tell a teacher. It's okay, they will understand."
She seemed to contemplate what I was saying, before finally nodding. "A-a-alright. I'll d-do it."
I smiled, and removed my hand.
The rest of lunch went by peacefully.
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After lunch, I went back to the nurses office, where Cat was still laying unconscious. The nurse had wiped away the blood, and stitched her up.
A man and woman were sitting beside her. I looked and guessed they were her parents.
The woman was holding her hand, and refused to look away, while the man was talking with the nurse.
Seeing as she already has visitors, I turned and left.
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School ended early, and the students were getting their things from their lockers.
As I put my books up, I glanced toward Cat's locker, which was unopened.
As I finished putting up my things, I noticed a hot pink color heading in my direction. I turned so fast, that I got a whiplash. It was Cat. She opened her locker, and put her books up, before closing it, and walking past me toward the exit. I quickly closed mine, and followed after her.
"Cat."
Although she continued to ignore me, she slowed her pace.
I easily caught up to her.
I put a hand on her shoulder, and looked at her face. She had bruises all over, and a stitched forehead, and a sewn up split lip.
"My God, Cat."
"It's fine." She said, as she brushed my hand away, before taking off again.
I wanted to follow her, but decided against it. As I started for the exit, same as her, my foot brushed a piece of paper.
I bent down, and picked it up, before smoothing it out.
It looked like a note.
'Hey, Cat.
I know I'm a cool guy, but you know, I'm just becoming too cool for you. I think we should start being friends with other people.
- Harold.'
The hell?! I never wrote that! That's not even my handwriting! Wait... Is this the letter that Cat was talking about?
Anger boiled up in me, as I crushed the note. Someone had used me to hurt Cat. And I think I knew who...
I glanced at the jocks, which were flirting with the cheerleaders (so cliche huh?), and among them, the same one who beat me, that first day of school.
I left school, and was about to get on the bus with Cat, when I saw Mr. Jonson pulling up in his police cruiser.
I glanced around, and sighed, before walking over to it.
'I knew it... He really was going to put me in an orphanage...'
As I walked to the car, tears started to leak from my face. I quickly wiped them away, before he could see. I got in the car, and buckled up, before he drove away from the school.
As we drove, I looked back at the bus Cat was in. She was looking out the window at me, with a almost happy expression.
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After about a thirty minute drive, we arrived.
Mr. Jonson pulled up, to a tall creepy wooden building at the top of a hill, surrounded by dead trees. (I just had to be sent here in the fall, huh?)
It looked like that house from Psycho.
As we got out, a cold breeze swept passed us. I shivered, and followed Mr. Jonson to the building.
The enterance was dark and gloomy. It fit this creepy place.
I half expected to see the guy from Scream pop out and say 'BOO!'
We walked to a desk where a old looking woman stood, sorting through some mail.
Mr. Jonson cleared his throat to reveal our presence.
The woman looked up, and it was a miracle that she could see, she was so old, I thought.
"Can I help you?" She said, straightening her red glasses, the kind with beads hanging from the sides. They reminded me of Grell Sutcliff from Black Butler.
"I've come to leave off, Mr. Harrington, here." She looked at me, and did a 'hmm' sound. I felt like a little kid, about to be eaten by the boogeyman.
Several minutes went by, and after the registration was complete, I was shown to my new room.
It was pretty empty, except a wardrobe, a bed, a table with a chair, and a night stand.
I sat on the bed, and stared blankly at the wall opposite me.
The woman left to let us have a few minutes alone.
"You're not mad are you?"
I refused to look at him, as he sat next to me. "I'm sorry, it's come to this. But I can't keep you forever."
My face remained blank, though on the inside, I was screaming.
"I was going to have to put you here in a few weeks anyway." That got me to look at him. So, he was just leading me on, to believe that I could live with him? How could you do that?
He must have seen the look on my face, because he suddenly stood up, and sighed. "I'll come visit you every few weeks, I promise."
I just continued to frown, as he left the room. He closed the door, and I could hear him walk down the hall, to the stairs leading back down to the first floor.
I finally allowed my face to show what I was feeling. Tears that I had been bottling up inside, burst out, and I quickly buried my face in my rather dirty pillow.
I screamed into it, as I sobbed, and punched the bedding.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and I quickly sat up, and wiped away my tears, before saying in a forced calm voice, "Yeah?"
The door opened and a girl with brown hair in two pony tails, and brown eyes, came into the room. She looked very young, probably around the age of seven or eight. She held a doll close to her chest. "Why are you crying?" She asked, innocently.
I sniffed, and flipped my now wet pillow over, before standing up. "I'm not crying. What makes you think that?"
She continued to look at me with those big brown eyes. "Because I heard you."
I felt my face flush, and quickly averted my eyes. "Well, you're mistaken." I said. "Whats does mistaken mean?" I smiled at her bad grammar. "It means you're wrong."
"Oh." Then a woman in a maid outfit appeared. "Oh, Susan, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." She glanced at me. "Oh, 'ello. I'm Bellany. But you can call me Belle." I smiled at her, and hid a blush. She seemed to be around her mid to late twenties, and was rather beautiful.
"Are you new 'ere?" My smile grew and I nodded. 'Wow, she really is beautiful...'
"Yeah, I was just dropped off."
The little girl looked up at me. "Why doesn't anyone want you?"
I felt a sharp stab in my heart. No one... Wants me? "Susan!" Cried Belle. "Don't say such things! Of course someone wants him." The young girl backed up a bit. "Sorry." She muttered. Belle sighed. "Well, it's time for your nap anyway. Come on. It was nice to meet you-?"
"Harold Harrington."
"Mr. Harrington. Till we meet again." She curtsied, and left with Susan, closing the door behind her.
I sighed, and flopped back down on the bed, just relaxing. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to get used to being here."
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A/N:
Aaaaaaaaaaand THAT'S THE END! :D
FINALLY! I can upload this!
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! I wish I could have uploaded this MONTHS AGO! But my dog Lacy died, I've had kittens to take care of, and life in general.
The next chapter won't take so long, I promise. But, now I'm going to continue writing Yandere. Show the followers of that story I'm not dead yet. :)
Till we meet again... CHEERS!
PS. I don't claim ownership of the character Cat Smith. She belongs to BlackCat46. :)