How very interesting she definitely was less then he bargained for. A pathetic terrified heap with no backbone just a quivering mess of a girl. One thing was certain she was no danger to him but still his question remained in the air who was she? She couldn't possibly know who he was could she?
Sighing he leaned back in his chair and turned his attention to the front of the class where Mr.Ransa explained the mystery and perfection of music.
Her legs buckled under her as she crumpled into a heap in a dusty cabinet. Her heart beating loud and steady her harsh breath whispering in her ears. She franticly clutched her shaking hands.
It had to be him who else could it be his name what was his name if only she could think clearly stop all the frantic voices which were pulling her to her past dredging up memories that were best left untouched. Are you scared of death scared death, death death. His word drummed in her ears it had to be him who else could it be those same cruel words that had been spoken years ago and still she remembered all the details the blood the screams the pain.
STOP this was meant to be a new start someplace where she didn't know anyone a new life in a new boarding school. She held to that image fast and image of a boy with grey eyes and a kind face. No she wouldn't think about him she wouldn't think about anything she silently stood up and saw her face reflecting back at her from a dusty mirror in the far corner.