A/n: Reviews are so yummy. Almost like yummy chinese food. yuumm Oh, and I'm adding this chapter while i actually have internet! Yay!! This isn't my favorite chapter. . .gak. But it'll do. Maybe I'll do it over. . .when I'm not listening to Fear Factory. Fear Factory isn't writing music xD

Wishes Don't Come True

Chapter Two

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful

Hate me because I'm going to die beautiful.

Who is that kid? His blonde hair is hanging in front of his face as he looks up at me. I can't help but stare back. There is this tingling feeling in the back of my mind telling me I should know this boy.

But the answer to this pressing question is beyond my reach.

God, this teacher, I think to myself. She has the nerve to ridicule me. In front of everyone in class, no less. But when Carl comes over to talk to me at the end of class, I realize that her ridiculing me brought me closer to all these classmates. They all hate her, too. Any person who is worth mocking is someone they can't help but like.

And by they, I mean the cool kids who sit hunched and shadowed in groups. Their wrists have scars on them, and they are like a shadow as they pass, so dark is their apparel. Maybe they coordinate themselves so to cover up their lack of fashion sense.

Either way, I'm dressed in much the same manner, so I can not complain.

"So, Suzz. Where are you from?"

I turn my head to look at the boy sitting at the table. I catch his eye again, and his eyes are dark. Image that, bright blue eyes so dark. It's almost emo enough to make me sick, and me a Goth!

"Oh? Nowhere important." I blow off the question. I like being shrouded in mystery, and this is one of the few chances I get to be mysterious. I mean, what mystery could there have been in a town where I'd lived most of my life?

He grins slightly, and his arm is suddenly around my shoulders. If he didn't smell so nice, I would push him away. He just assumes I'm interested in him. The asshole. I don't say these things to him, though.

Instead I snuggle closer.

That night, I lay on my bed, wide awake. I hated the sound of night back home. I could hear the cars every two seconds, and the humming of the streetlights. Sometimes I would hear muffled sounds coming from across the hall. I always had to put on a CD, or I would never go to sleep.

Now, I'm listening to the complete silence of it all. I know I won't need my CDs anymore, but I'm still not falling asleep. This time, it's by choice. I want to climb out of my window and just wander, not hearing anything but the ringing inside my ears.

But since I am awake, I hear the tapping on my window. I sit up, for a second wonder how anyone could climb onto the second floor of my house. Then, the fact that I'm on the first floor of Sleeping Room One in St. Brigid's hits me. I curse, getting out of the bed and walking to the window. The other two girls I share this room with are still sleeping, thank god.

It's Carl. I shove open the window, grunting at Carl in greeting. "Come out, Suzz," he whispers to me, trying to subtly eye my bosom. I turn, pretending I don't notice, and sigh. I pretend to think about it, but I'm really wondering if it will just be him, or if his friends will be out there as well.

"Fine. Give me a minute to get dressed." I slip on a bra and I pull a large sweater on top of the shirt I was sleeping in. After a moment I decide to swap my pajama pants for black jeans. Ready, I return to the window, hoping it won't shut by itself before I return.

Once I've crawled out of the window, Carl takes my hand, pulling me towards the woods that separate St. Brigid's and St. Patrick's. I sigh silently in relief when I see that there are figures moving the shadows.

"Carl? Is that you?" asks a small female voice in the darkness. Her tone is worried, and she sounds hesitant. When he responds positively, one mutual sigh of relief rises from the darkness. "Thank god," a male voice says, as his body comes from the obscurity. Although, thanks to his attire, I still can barely separate him from the darkness.

"Is this your girlfriend?" Another figure questions from the shadows. I feel everyone's eyes on me, checking me out, critiquing my every aspect.

"She's hot," a voice answers, and several concur. I wonder if I should worry, or be relieved. As Carl slips an arm around my waist, I decide to be the latter.

The rest of the night is mostly enjoyable, although this is mainly because once I begin to ignore the voices of the others, I can hear the creatures in the night begin to wake. The owls hoot, uncaring of these humans stepping clumsily around their hunting grounds. I breathe in the clean air. It tastes so different from the air I'm used to. I feel if I breath too much of it, I will choke.

At last, people begin mentioning the time. We all murmur our farewells, and I add an extra one to the moon high in the sky. I want to say thank you as well, but that would sound odd to the others. Carl gives me a sloppy kiss before turning and heading towards St. Patrick's with the other boys.

I find myself in the crowd of Goth girls, and they're all as silent as I. I don't know if this is an act, or if they are really lost in thought.

"You don't talk much, do you?" A Goth, whose name is Mim, if I remember correctly, asks me gently.

"I talk if there's something I want to say," I reply curtly.

"There's no need to be snippy about it, you know," snaps a short girl who goes by the name Aria.

"Calvin was weirder than ever today," Mim interrupts, obviously wanting to stop the argument about to start.

"Calvin's the biggest pussy," Aria spats, saying his name as if it were a curse word. Her large boots thump on the ground, as if she wishes Calvin were below her feet and she could trample him.

"You only say that because he refuses to go out with you, Aria." This comment comes from Valeria, the girl I happen to sit next to in drawing class. A couple of other girls laugh at this, in accord with Valeria.

"That was a year ago! I've long since then realized by error in judgment. And by the way," Aria continues, her voice getting lower and slyer in tone, "you are only standing up for him because you masturbate to him at night."

The same girls who had laughed with Valeria a few seconds before are laughing at her. I can practically feel her face reddening. "Well, I can't help it if he's nice to me. And I do not finger myself to him, or anyone else for that matter."

"She's too pure for the simple pleasures that fulfill the rest of us," Aria mutters to the other girls. Their laughter is beginning to sound canned.

"Aria, just-"

"Just what, eh, Valeria?" Her voice echoes through the field, and we all pause. I cock my head, hoping no one from the Sleeping Rooms heard. "Or are you too much of a pussy to say it to my fucking face?"

"Aria, drop it." This is Mim speaking again, and her hands on pushing Aria away from Valeria. "Leave this for some other time. We all need rest."

Aria pushes Mim away, but she does so gently, and complies with her demand as well. "Next time you have something to say, Valeria, say it." With that, she grabs Mim's arm and they walks towards Sleeping Room Twelve.

Valeria flips Aria the bird behind her back and turns, making her own descent down the hill to Sleeping Room Twenty-Five. The rest disperse with this, and none of them say goodbye. As I crawl through the window in Sleeping Room One, I wonder who this Calvin is, and why he's such a topic of discussion with the Goth girls.

Pulling the covers over me, I smile as I hear another owl hooting. Then I close my eyes and leave my body for somewhere where I can rest.