A/N;; …I was having a terrible writers block. My mp3 fails me as of right now.
Luckily, I have a friend who has nothing better to do but look up music... -eyes ReaRea warily-
Anyway, time skip to... Monday.
Making Fiends © Amy Winfrey
Camillo, Ismeralda © Myself
Masterpiece © Meg & Dia
Warnings: Erm… Yeah… Suicide attempts, Marion's little spaz on Charlotte, Marvin's flipping his shit…
"Done by the hands of a broken artist.
You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally know what wrong is.
Now I finally know what wrong is.
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking.
On display through a soul still breaking.
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me."
-"Masterpiece" by Meg & Dia
Staring blankly into her locker, she ignored the snickers and whispers behind her back (literally and hypothetically, of course, and watched the stillness of her books, as she slowly reached up for her history book, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Yes?" she turned around, flinging her blonde hair behind her as she did, and glared at the taller figure of the redhead. "Oh. It's… You."
"I'm worried." She scoffed a response, and turned back around. "…About," he continued, looking around as the hallways began to clear. "Margret."
"Excuse me? You care about someone other than yourself?" Charlotte hissed sarcastically. Malachi ignored her, and continued.
"I got her doing heroin in an alleyway," he told her quietly. "And I'm afraid she's hurting herself again."
"Again?" Now Charlotte was confused. She turned to face Mal and he nodded.
"When we were younger, she started cutting." Charlotte stayed emotionless. Now she wasn't shocked about this. "I made her stop when we were thirteen…"
"And this has to do with me now?"
"I think you know something." Charlotte turned around and finally pulled out the book.
"Well I don't." She began to walk away and heard him follow her. "What?"
"We're in the same class, ya know," he stated, adding a cold tone to his voice. "And I can tell you're lying."
"Look, even if I did know something," she added as an afterthought, "Which I don't, I wouldn't tell you. You'd most likely use it against her or something."
"I can honestly say it won't happen," he held up his hand. "Scout's honor."
"And your honesty is seriously out of whack, so no." Walking off, she opened the door to history as the bell rang. Mal shook his head, and walked into the classroom.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock…
His eyes watched the clock warily, growing tired of listening to the stupid lecture about advanced chemistry safety. Half the class would end up blowing something up anyway. Marvin tapped his pencil against his book, and reached into his right pocket, pulling out his iPod.
Buuuzzzzz.
Rolling his eyes, he reached into his left pocket. Placing his earbuds in, he touched the screen of his phone and the message popped open.
hav yu talked 2 charlotte yet? It was from Viktoriya. He rolled his eyes.
No, im in class, he replied simply. He started humming softly to his music as his phone buzzed twice, indicating two messages.
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE! Hav u seen Maggie 2day? she looks lik deaf. Marvin's eyebrow raised at Mort's statement, confused none-the-less at it.
well yuuu need 2 talk 2 her, kk? Marvin ignored Mort's message and replied to Viktoriya's.
k, whatev. The bell rang and Marvin collected his items, and walked out of the room. Marvin trudged out, and met Mort at the end of the hallway. "I'm still pissed."
"Really?" Mort said, though he wasn't all that serious… Just being sarcastic again.
"Why would you do that?" Mort shifted uncomfortably and shook his head. He didn't know himself. Was it the pure fact he just didn't want to get involve? Or that Mal had some weird effect of him that made him not want to tell?
"I'm not sure myself." Marvin rolled his eyes and walked off. At the end of the hall, a tall and stunning girl was talking to someone, and her eyes settled on Marvin.
"Excuse me… Uh…"
"Marvin." The girl's amber eyes narrowed and nodded, flipping her black hair, and it covered most of the open back on her shirt, covering olive skin.
"You know my sister right?" The boy waited a minute before the elder added, "I'm Ismeralda Delano. I'm Margret's sister."
Wait, Ismeralda…
Oh yeah! He remembered days on the playground where the elder girl would pick up Maggie because she felt like it. She was absolutely stunning, Marvin silently told himself, and nodded. "Oh yeah, I remember you now."
Ismeralda smiled fondly. "How is everything?"
"Fine," he told her. Her smile faded.
"I mean with Margret. I never get a chance to talk with her anymore. When she's in the house, she locks herself in the room… And she's only in the house at night. I'm worried."
"Maggie's a strong girl, she'll be fine."
"Camillo," she paused, and told him, "Our older brother, is coming up to visit. He never does that. He only comes up when something… Bad is happening… To Margret."
"What?"
"Cam has always been overprotective of myself and her," Ismeralda explained. "I was never too fond of it, so I told her a year before he ran off to stay out of my life, that I could handle it. He said I better be careful, a lot could happen to a 'Mafia Princess' like myself or Margret."
"Okay?"
"He and Margret talk all the time. I think something's going on, and when I drove her here, she looked so dead, ya know?"
"If I find anything else out, I'll tell ya."
"You will?" Marvin nodded. "Oh! Grazie, Marvin!" Marvin nodded and Ismeralda walked off, smiling happily and chatting to herself in some language.
No wonder Maggie tries to stay away from her, he added the forethought.
"Charlotte." Her heart froze and she looked up from her history homework. "It's some boy here to talk to you. Says it's important."
"What's his name?"
"Just get down here and tell him to-."
"I asked what's his name, FATHER?" The man grew silent. He growled.
"I'll send him away then."
"Dad!" He slammed the door, and she was certain she heard some clicking sounds. She jumped off her bed and tossed all her work to the floor, trying to open the door. "He locked it? Since when did MY door lock?"
Then, came the faint yelling. "I'm not leaving until I see her, sir!"
"You leave right now, you brat!"
"Why are you not letting her-."
"That brat's too nosey, boy!"
"She's your dau-."
"You leave us alone, you boy! What I say to my daughter is none of your damn concern!"
"Fine. I'll just be on my way," the boy snarled, and she heard her father slam the door in his face.
His footsteps grew as he knocked on her door. "Charlotte. It's your father. That Marvin boy's gone, and you're staying in here the rest of the week. Don't worry, I'll call the school, say you got mono from some kid."
Charlotte kicked the door. "You can't do this!"
"I can do what I damn well please." Then, the footsteps grew softer. "I'll be up with your dinner in a while."
"I hate you!"
"What the hell are you doing up here?" Maggie's eyes narrowed as she looked over her shoulder.
"Go away, Elise." She held one foot over the edge. The pretty tall, home which her family occupied, complete with a window from the attic onto the roof, made like any building in the city would be, would be a great place to jump without question.
If only the religious guy following you wasn't persistent to keep you alive. "Why do you and Charlotte seem hell-bent on stalking me?"
"You said you'd stop hurting yourself." She snorts and glances down at the sharp piece of glass in her hand. "And what exactly are you doing up here? Dammit, are you high?"
"I could be." She shrugs, smiling a bit. Cocaine might have fueled this idea of jumping, but eventually she would've done it. "Look, it's best I do this now before Cam gets here…"
"Cam?"
"Hell, maybe, if I was good enough, I'll meet my mother."
"What? Maggie, get off the fucking ledge." She raised the piece of glass to her face, examining it. She turned around to face him. "You really are stoned."
"Not stoned, nor high. Not insane, nor crazy." She chuckled darkly. "I was made this way by everyone: my family, my so called 'friends,' my teachers…" She paused. "You."
"Excuse me?" She raised the glass up to her neck, pressing it against her skin. It felt cold for being in her hand for so long. She gulped.
"See you in the next life." Falling back, she felt something run across and open her neck.
"MAGGIE!"
Mwhahahahahaha.
I feel so happy for no reason.
I'm very fucking creepy.
Not much to say… Except… Our story will be drawing to an end soon. I have about… Two, three more chapters planned out and the epilogue.
-Dar