Without a Sound
Disclaimer: I own nothing… except the plot.
Another chapter of Without a Sound… I think I'm on a role with this one… but I have to say… I really have to proof read carefully from now on… I've been writing really late at night, which caused me to make a lot of mistakes. I actually made Sora speak last chapter without thinking! But I fixed it… I was lucky that my sister pointed it out to me before someone else told me about it… that would have been really embarrassing…
Chapter 9
I welcomed the discomfort that came with the fact that my watch was rubbing over the open cuts on my wrist…
I sat on the bleachers and watched the other kids play basketball… I always thought that game was so easy… all it was was math applied to the human body in game form…
I watched as a boy grabbed the ball, aimed, and threw the ball…
It wasn't going to make it in… he didn't apply enough force.
The other classmates laughed at his pathetic air ball. Another guy grabbed the ball and threw the ball carelessly, as if he knew it would go in…
It wouldn't… too much force. I think it would be easier if you just applied a larger force on the ball as you threw it to the ground in a proper projection path. The ground would absorb the extra applied force and send the ball flying in the path and into the ring… that is if you can find the right path of course…
I watched as the ball bounced off of the rim and flew in my direction. It stopped flying when it got stuck wedged between the bleachers. I sighed and picked up the ball.
Air ball boy waved as if asking me to give the ball to him. I walked down the bleachers and stood next to him. I looked at the backboard. The objective would be to get the ball to bounce against the middle of that small square and into the rim… I'd say that if I used all my strength to throw the ball down on the three-point line, it should work.
I felt a shove and I looked to see some tall guy glaring down at me.
I huffed at him and slammed the ball down onto the line.
The ball flew upwards and towards the backboard.
It skimmed the side of the rim before falling in. I scoffed… I must have missed the line by a couple of centimeters… it was supposed to hit the square…
I was broken from my thought when I was thrown to the ground.
My eyes widened when the tall boy stood over me and started yelling. I could barely understand what he was saying though.
He was speaking slow enough but he wasn't speaking in proper English…
'Fuckin' bitch! I wi' fuckin' cut yo ass! Ya comin' up heaa thinkin' you slick! You jussa retard! You don' no shit! Bu' ya should know yo place!' I read and he kicked my side.
I winced and got up. I looked around… of course the teacher is not around… I sighed and made my way to my seat.
I was about to step onto the bleachers when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Air ball boy was handing me the ball. 'Do it again.' I watched him say.
I took the ball and walked to my position about a foot from the three-point line. I applied all of my force onto the ball.
It bounced, it flew, it swished… I messed up again…
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Air ball boy's excited face. 'Amazing!' I read.
I nodded but jolted when I felt something warm on my hand… my left one.
I looked at my left hand and gasped when I saw the blood. It was dripping everywhere!
I felt the hand on my shoulder again. I turned slightly.
'Did you hurt your hand?' Air ball boy articulated.
I ignored him and moved to the bathroom. I wiped away the blood and checked the cuts… two of them reopened. I frowned and sat in a stall… patiently waiting for the blood to congeal again so I could go back to class.
I blew on the cuts to speed things along. When the bleeding finally stopped I put the watch back on and left the bathroom.
I decided I would go back to my place on the bleachers. I didn't want something like this to happen again.
My watch vibrated and I picked up my things and moved to study hall. I proceeded to work ahead in my subjects and stare up at the ceiling when I was done.
After lunch, Civics and Free Enterprise. It was really boring…
Because of this fact, many students found entertainment in torturing me…
I huffed as another piece of paper was thrown at me.
As much as I didn't like giving them the satisfaction of a reaction… if I didn't give one, they would start throwing heavier things…
I growled inwardly and doodled in my notebook. I drew a small picture of me laying dead in the corner of the page and my soul going down to hell.
My soul was dancing happily… it was having a fiesta with the demons… it even had a sombrero.
I walked in to art classroom feeling angry… I was mad at the fact that I had to deal with the people here. I hated the people here… I hated everyone! I hated the way my life was running, I had no control! I had nothing! I was being punished for being innocent… while everyone was extolling in their sin! I hated it! I hated it!
I looked at the teacher she was talking about painting… oh? We were painting today? Still life huh?
'Go ahead and paint the figures on the table.' The teacher finished.
I felt so hot… I was so itchy, irritated… aggravated! I wanted void… I wanted MY SILENCE BACK!
I grabbed a piece of paper and huffed… I huffed again…. Again and again.
I snatched the black paint and squirted it onto my paper, I spread the paint all over the paper. I snatched the red, black trailing everywhere.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to see the teacher looking at me angrily. Everyone else in the room was staring at me.
STOP STARING AT ME! STOP IT!
I threw the red paint down and stood abruptly. I glared at the teacher and snarled at my peers.
They continued to stare.
YOU WANT A SCENE! I'LL GIVE YOU ONE! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!
I grabbed the chair and threw it. I knocked the still life to the floor and slammed my hands on the table.
They continued to stare.
MORE! ALRIGHT THEN!
I flipped the table over and pushed the teacher aside and grabbed the ceramics. I threw them everywhere.
Finally a reaction… I watched their mouths open in silent screams.
FEAR! DO YOU LOVE IT! I FEEL IT EVERY DAY! REJOICE IN IT! IT'S LOVELY ISN'T IT!
I ran at them and watched as they screamed and ran from me. I wanted to laugh at them! They were all so stupid! I flipped another table and watched two boys try to get out.
WHAT! LEAVING BEFORE THE SHOW ENDS IS RUDE!
I sprinted to the door and huffed. The boys' eyes widened and my shoulders shook at their torture. I grabbed a piece of ceramic off the floor and smiled.
The students cowered in the other side of the room. Did they get it now? They should know how I feel every minute of every day. Helpless and afraid.
They finally understood that I meant business.
I watched a panicky teacher on the phone.
My shoulders shook with noiseless laughter. I squeezed the sharp ceramic; its edges cutting into my hand… blood starting to drip onto the floor.
I kept squeezing… tighter and tighter… more blood… my other hand reached into my shirt and pulled out the whistle… more blood…
I put it to my lips and blew… I kept blowing and blowing.
The students were staring again.
I blew harder. I kept blowing and blowing…
-Without a Sound-
Leon
I decided that after my last period I would stay in my classroom instead of staying home.
Sora was on my mind the entire day… was he okay? I… I wanted him back…
I wasn't a coward. I will take responsibility of both Sora's emotions and my own.
When Squall Leonhart agrees to do something, he doesn't back out like a weakling. And this isn't a question on whether or not I want it… whether or not I want to be with Sora… I wouldn't have agreed to it in the first place if I didn't want it. I wouldn't have thought about it. I wouldn't have given him that whistle. I wouldn't have cared.
I should find Sora after school today and have a long talk with him. Sora would want us to at least try. I want us to try…
I sighed and leaned forward to slump over the desk… there was maybe twenty minutes of class left.
I frowned when I heard sirens outside. I walked over to the window and saw a cop car and an ambulance through the window.
And that's when I heard the whistle.
Sora…
I ran out to the hall. I looked around…
"What's going on?" I heard and I turned to see Cloud behind me.
"I don't know…" I listened to where the whistle was coming from.
"Why on earth are their cops outside? What's happening? Is Sora in trouble?" I head Sephiroth say.
"It's this way." I said and moved quickly down the hall.
The whistling stopped.
I ran down the hall, slightly panicked. As I got closer to a door I heard the sounds of screaming.
I ran to the door and wrenched the door open.
"Oh my god…" I heard Cloud say from behind me.
I looked to the floor to see Sora on the floor in a pool of blood, whistle still in his mouth.
I looked to the other side of the room and saw crying students and a trembling educator in the corner.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THERE IS A DYING BOY ON THE FLOOR AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS COWER?" I yelled angrily and kneeled down next to Sora.
I put my fingers on his neck. There was a slow pulse.
"All of you get up! Stand up and I want you to exit the room in a single file line! Got it? A single file line!" Sephiroth roared.
"Ms. White, please get up. You called the police right? Good… they should be here any minute." I heard Cloud say.
That's when the medics came.
I stepped away and let the medics do their jobs.
I walked over to the officers who were trying to talk to a hysterical teacher.
"I c-c-could t-tell th-the boy w-w-as agi-agitated. He k-k-kept fidgeting i-i-in his s-seat. A-after that h-h-he ju-just sn-napped. He's u-u-usually s-such a g-g-good stude-nt! I d-d-on't know w-w-what hap-happened! H-h-he st-st-started th-throwing things a-and b-breaking the cer-amics. He di-didn't hurt a-a-anyone b-b-but it w-w-was ter-terrifying to see h-h-him fall ap-apart l-l-like th-that. And th-en the b-b-blood was all over the fl-f-f floor! H-h-he w-w-was b-b-blowing on th-that w-w-w-whistle un-til h-h-he f-f-finally c-collapsed!" She wailed.
"So no one is hurt?" The officer asked.
"No! S-Sora i-is v-v-very h-hurt!" She bellowed.
"We understand that ma'am. That's why he's in the ambulance with the medics." The officer said.
"No! He's hurt in here…" She pointed to heart. "His art was always sad… but today was the darkest painting…" She said suddenly very calm… "I don't blame him for what happened today… he didn't hurt anyone except himself… but he's been hurting inside for a very long time… I… I think he deserves leniency." The teacher finished staring directly into the face of the officers.
"From what I heard… he didn't really break any laws… maybe property damage… but that's on the school…" The officer said.
I can't believe this happened. Sora…
"Sir, the ambulance is loaded and ready to take the boy to the hospital… we need an adult to ride with him." The medic said.
"I'll ride with him!" I yelled. "I'm his math teacher." I said and the medic nodded.
The medic and I hustled to the ambulance and I climbed in.
As we drove away from the school, I took a hold of Sora's bandaged hand.
It was cold…
"Please… please be alright…" I begged softly.
A/N: Alright. I just want to say that Sora is not acting this way just because Leon dumped him… he's been through traumatic experiences throughout his entire life… he finally just couldn't take it anymore… so he has a legit reason to hate everyone and through a violent mood swing.