July 24 1964
The blonde boys pester me.
I resist urges. Walk away.
The blonde boys pester Eve.
I watch. Always watching.
She always watches me. I must return the favour.
Jabbing in math class. Burning in math class. Eating away at me.
I whipped my fist around to grab the pencil.
She moved it away in time. This amuses her.
She repeats. I miss, she repeats. I miss.
She laughs. I turn to face the front.
Smirking.
July 27 1964
I see her enter her room for the first time.
Wearing only a towel.
My stomach aches. I am curious.
I enter my room. Do not come out for the next three hours.
July 29 1964
It was raining. Cooling the over heated building.
Eve no where to be found. Not that I was looking.
I decide to go to bed early.
Awoken at three. She lingers beside my bed.
I grow tense. Her wet hair gently dripping on the wooden floor.
"Come." She says in a detached tone. Her dark figure leaving my room.
I follow. Feet wetted by her trail of water.
All is quiet. All is still. No screaming ten year olds. No children trying to prove they are more fucked up than the next kid.
All sleeping. All sleeping like the dead. The dead many wish they could be.
She stops.
Small giggles escaping her lips as she fiddles with a door handle.
I do not try to read it. The darkness is too overwhelming.
She gets it open, and grabs my arm. I go in willingly.
Lights flickered. Door shut.
All is quiet.
Cabinets lined the walls. A. B. C. D.
I glanced towards her. She was digging through the file cabinet marked K.
She hands me a brown envelope. I read; Kovacs, Walter.
She moved onto R. Pulling out an envelope, as thick as mine.
"Rimson, Eve." She mutters. Slipping out a thin sheet. Giggling again.
She grabbed my envelope, which I had not opened.
She shoved hers into my hands.
I gaze down.
Eve Rimson, fifteen. Removed from parents care at the age of fourteen.
There were two pictures. One of her how she looks now. One of how she looked when the Aryans got a hold of her, only she looked younger and slightly charred.
The blood made me quake. Weakness.
I glanced towards her. She had settled on top of one of the cabinets. I could see up her skirt. Weakness. Stomach aching.
I look down again.
The gist of her file was abuse. Father a drunk, his friends all drunks. Her mother a beaten down house wife. Her sister, deceased.
I flipped to the back of the stacks of sheets. A news paper article.
Fire kills five, lone child survives.
I raised an eyebrow.
All was not quiet any more.
I slid the file away. Hoping that Eve had noticed the footsteps as well.
She had, my file was already in its cabinet.
The light stomping grew closer. I shoved her file into the open R cabinet.
Not enough time to escape.
She rushes towards me.
The door handle turns.
I fall back against the metal cabinet. My spine cracking under the impact.
Door open.
Eve's lips pressed to mine.
August 3 1964
I am exiled away from Eve.
The way they put it was "Stay away from the girl before we shove this boot up your ass."
They informed the school.
She sits three rows ahead of me now.
The teacher leaves the room.
A pencil smashes onto my desk.
I pick it up. Starting to question why she torments me with fake lead inside of a wood casing everyday.
My lips still tingle. They seem to be holding out for something.
I shudder.
Something.