Chapter 4
My eyes are glued to the board, foreign scribbles that make no sense to my unfocused eyes. A plump woman with shoulder length peppery hair, and a slightly squashed nose, types something into the keyboard. The words appear slightly enlarged, but none the less fuzzy. Its like watching everything through a blizzard, a thick dull white blizzard. A small shiver shimmied through my body the wind like blast momentarily numbing my fingers, and making a cloak of electricity snap ferociously at my neck.
I groan yet again, after siting through what seemed like forever, upon which I was told was only twenty minutes my sister reappeared. Her innocent blue eyes glared at me with a silent promise "I will get you, there death will forever be on your shoulders." All the teachers heard was some lame excuse about a dental appointment. At the least half of the class where holding back untameable giggles, I sat back in my seat, finding a slightly more comfortable position and took a deep breath. as if 'she' would ever need to go to the dentists, other than her normal check up. Upon her own word, she has " the most perfect teeth in the world!' and I'm not kidding myself, I can remember her saying that. I bite my tongue, holding back a giggle, and a chance to state what all the class is thinking. Its quite funny, I sneak a glance over to miss, her face is plainly stating the obvious. Her hazel eyes aim directly at one of the leaves sticking out from the top of my sister head. I look deeply at her gleeful face, "nice crown sis, a little cheap for you, don't you think?" I snap my eyes shut after I have said that, adding to the atmosphere because no one can see my face any longer. Well apart from the fact that I am beaming wildly, and my sharp k-9 teeth grip my bottom lip softly, making the inside of my mouth buzz sweetly with metallic bloody are just some moment I wish I could see everything, the psycho look on my sisters face, the way that my teeth snag my lip, making a menacing smile tear across my face.
They are just going to hate me, the others. The people who 'say' they knew my father.I push my way out of my chair, awkwardly and almost tripping over. Luckily for me I manage to make it look like I have just dropped my shoulder a little, that's fine considering my boots give me a few centimetres more of height that my precious big sis.
"oh look who it is." I smirk, walking towards her. So what if I am a bully, i'm just being a good sister and telling her mistakes, and boy do I have a long list for her!
"the golden girl, the special one." The fizz of electricity flitters down my back in sync with my heart beat. I stand just a few centimetres in front of her. Blowing it all, possibly uncovering our secret, but now I have no time to think.. I grin awkwardly, plucking a leaf from her hair, the musk of dirt, and something I would rather not mention drowning my nostrils.
"well you look terrible too," I snort, inducing a Mexican wave stutters in the background, let alone the noticeable increase in my sisters heartbeat. What can I say, ever second I am living a lie, now is the time to start putting it right. "especially those boots. Eww" my boots? That the best the dim-witted blonde can come up with? I glare at her, bringing her to in taking a quick slurp of air. I saw a bitter yellow reflect on her like contact lenses, only momentarily, allowing my self to loose control over the tingling and bubbling in my stomach once again
"well I can take these off. You, will always be a selfish, brainless bitch" and that's when whatever was holding me back dissolves, nothing can match the freedom I feel in finally continuing my actions.
The point in which my white-knuckled fist collides with her jaw my hair stands on end, and my veins shimmer a dark silver. The kind you notice circling the moon, but on only a few rare, mist free nights may you see that. A stubble crunch harasses the air with its sickening speech. For all the times in the past she has hurt me. When I was a little girl, the real me. I pull my hand back, reading my self to swing for a second hit.
That girl again, the one alone cowering in the corner. The one with piercing redeyes stabbing knifes at her with the snaking yellow hair, like barbs with snapping claws and teeth. The one in the corner pushes herself back father, pressing her legs to her chest, yellow eyes stricken with fear. A cut mark snaking its way down her left arm, thick, three blades worth, and a knife in the red eyed ones hand. A sly, knowing smile playing across her lips. Fear seeped through the wooden walled room, as the cornered child stood shakily, pushing her back to the wall, hugging it tightly using is as a life line. Tears run down railroads on her face, teeth bared in a form of defence. "leave me alone. it's not my fault, it wasn't, it. It wa-wasn't my fault!"
Her hand twitches out in front of her, black lightning splaying from her little sausage like fingers. Her eyes shine bright, like a wolfs, tears making them glimmer. "leave me alone!" she bellows in an unbelievable deep voice, her body shivering as the other stumbles back in surprise, the black magic hitting her no harder than a bad joke, unaffected, but poisonous. Lies and a slow disappearance. The yellow eyed girl snatches the knife out of the other hand hastily. Throwing it to the side, letting the blade buries itself firmly into the wall. A shy smile dares to pass her cherry red lips, as she pushes the other to the ground, letting herself hear the crunch of her nose against the floor. That sickening crunch. " if it is my fault, at least I tried." The girl screams bolting out of the room, a tell tale trail of liquid crimson dripping from her arm. "I TRIED" the girl howled from an unknown place. That girl. was me.
I drop my fist, the scars on my arm feeling all to fresh. "you know what, I will never be like you. That would just defeat the object." I stepped back, dropping me hand slowly. All around me the air is stuffed with a bitter chill, the teacher looks at me with a distorted scowl, her eyebrows furrowed into a confused mask. I know what she going to say, so I just push my sister to her seat. I give her a forced, and slightly mocking smile, curtsy and leave the room, slamming the door firmly shut, and savouring the whoosh and click as I am shut out of all of that noise.
Breathe, I slowly lay my back against the wall. It does nothing but end up giving me a what I think will end up as a large bruise . but bruises heal, scars stay, most of the time they do, that's all I know. And mental scars, don't even get me started, its unavoidable, they will stick with you forever. And unlike a mark to your skin, and remind you that they are there, never daring to move a single inch, haunting your dreams, changing you.
Arms slung uneatly, I casually saunter through the sick hued halls. Randomly kicking discarded coke cans, and half- eaten foods. Leaving scratches of appropriately coloured marks of tomato, or mayo on the light blue, speckled duck egg like floor.
Click. My ears twitch sensing the slight movement in the distance, cold fresh air seeps through in reaching tendrils, chilling me to the bone. And yet another click follows. This time sharp, I can only identify it as the tapping of a shoe. Rhythmically beating out its tune. Tap, tap, tap. On and on.
I reach the door not quite understanding in anyway why I am here. Smiling sheepishly I inch it open, ignoring the childish squeal as the hinges fight against moving.
My mind reacts before my body does, and I'm running out of the door, across the lifeless patches of grass, and the school ground travels past. Almost too fast, leaving my feet without the correct message I end up stumbling, ungraciously, into a conveniently placed out ditch. Moisture from the sodden ground soaks through my clothes. Some one calls my name, but I don't answer. I'm locked in yet another forbidden memory, and like sitting with the window wide open, I'm too aware of the sharp bite of the wind. I feel like asking myself why am I here. The only answers I can come up with are. I'm a monster. Shouting it out won't do anything, but I whisper it under my breath. The wind mimicking its tune, and carrying with the breeze. 'monster' shallow hissing like a snake, 'monster'. My head twitches from side to side, a mouse like squeaking teasing my ears, no one seems to have noticed, no one seems to have cared. The sun glares down on me, seemingly intent on roasting my flesh. all I have done is get into fights with my sister, at least I have no friends, that's to be expected, and I'm pretty sure we will be moving away from here soon.. His voice rings in having friends will lead to your death, and the death of anyone you have ever talked to, even your own sister. Do you want that to be your fault. Those words haunt my nightmares, the countless times I have awoken screaming, holding my head and begging to be normal. I'm not who I used to be. And I know he doesn't lie. I have seen that myself,, right in front of me. The only person I could trust, and I couldn't even say goodbye.
I fight back a sob, I have mourned her for the past three years,. Every day reminded of her, and I can't take that.
Tiredly, I haul myself into a sitting position, to broken and lifeless to stand. I lean back, watching the sun slowly creep across the sky.
With blurred eyes I gaze at my watch, unfocused, and the chip in the surface doesn't help that. Apart for the replaying ticking in my mind, I allow myself to be lifted from the ditch I lay in. it's a bit demeaning. I feel two sets of hands grip my elbows and pull me to my feet. I am secretly thanking myself for not crying, however I am not sure it would have made this embarrassing situation any worse..
i'm leaning slash standing although I have no idea what I am leaning on, buts its defiantly not the wall. Someone's arm wraps around me, aiding me, and allowing me to balance, and to be honest I think I am too weak to deny this help. All I can think of is the whole school being blown up in one horrendous firework display of mis-matched body parts. And a unforgiving shrapnel rain.
I feel a grotesque smile creep across my lips, smiling at a familiar and slightly blurred face.
"So, where did little miss confidant go?" I recognise the voice, however, I can not match the name, do I even know this girls name? I feel my legs weaken under me.
"if you didn't forget, we arranged to meet after school, is that right?" I watch her face, all I can think of is her yellow eyes. Yellow. I take a long drink from a bottle of water she handed me, it tastes a bit off, but manages to clear my vision remarkably fast. I gaze at her eyes, letting myself grimace.
"oh, I never forget a face." The end of my sentence catches in my throat, there's one face I want to forget, or even two. My sisters, although I am reminded I will never get away from her, every time I look in the mirror I see her, heart burning and hoping that there isn't any of what makes her who she is inside of me. The other is the face of death, the pained and relaxed expression of those I have watched leave this world.
My vision is now more clear, the brunette relaxes casually, yet I can pick out a hint of nervousness in the way she looks at me, I am surprised to see two other people standing with us. One leans against the wall, with a crooked toothy smile, and brownie-blond hair, he looks worried yet doesn't display the same expression as the girl. The other is holding me up. if my legs weren't so weak at the moment I would pull away, and I might even do that any way. This boy is about half a head taller than me, with brown melted chocolate like hair and blue eyes, like sapphire blue. I feel like slapping myself, and I don't know why. Its obvious that he feels me shaking because he makes sure he doesn't drop me to the floor. and for some reason i'm glad, but can't bring myself to say anything. run!¬ my mind screams to me. but I don't. I just gather confidence, take a deep breath and clear my head.
But something is scratching away at the back of my thoughts, I have seen these two boys before. not that long ago either...lunch time. they are the ones who saved my bitch of a sister! I want so badly to claw there eyes out, but instead I just smile.
"Okay then. first question. who the hell are you?" I give them a teasing glance, and slightly tilt my head to the side. a thing I have only seen dogs do. i'm surprised when she girl answers so calmly.
"I am Kyra." she returns the awkward smile, and I can see the amusement in her eyes. just like the friend I have before. but I tell myself no. reminding me what happed before. these people knew something, and that's all I wanted, the information, I didn't want friends, I can't have friends. "and this is Theo." the boy leaning by the wall looks at me with his lime green eyes. and I can't shake off the feeling that they don't belong to a human. That they are owned by some kind of wild animal. "And, that one." she says pointing to the boy holding me up. I dare not look at him, because for some reason I just can't. "he is my cousin, Nex." I feel his eyes looking down at me for a second, but I don't react. I just keep my eyes locked on Kyra. I take a step forwards, attempting to break the electrifying hold the blue eyed boy has holding me up, I stumble, embarrassing myself, and collapse on the ground. as I am forced to allow Nex to support me I ask. "now, tell me what I need to know."
will update, but I though this would be enough for a little while!