Chapter 5 A wash of deja vu

Harmoni;

Fresh paint washed over me as I entered the art room, my last class of the day before I headed to work. It was only the whores that had no lives that looked and jeered at me, I kept the eye roll to myself, if Iziah had taught me anything, it was if you acknowledged them they wouldn't leave you alone, ignoring them was the best option, until they came over and started being whores right in front of my green eyes that was. I ignored them all and sat at my usual table, near the front and away from idiots, at least I would always be the first one out. I flicked an eye at the only other guy sharing my table. I had no idea who he was and right now I didn't care, but I admit I liked his hair, one side was blonde and the other black. The best part was he had ear phones on so talking to him wasn't an option. I put on my Pantera and started work, ignoring all the jeers and taunting. Seriously, one would think the scandal (sorry) around us would be stale now, but no, it was still fresh and somewhat raw. I looked up and saw Alicia Fox smirking at me as she clasped onto her boyfriend Cody's hand. Like he could protect her from me, I may not be psycho like Izzy and Raven but that didn't mean I was weak. She sent me a coy wave like we were friends before whispering to Cody, ignoring it I went back to my drawing. Sadly my music wasn't loud enough because I still heard her slutty laugh, all high pitched and girly. Clearly whatever she was talking about was really funny but knowing her it was just stupid, I know that as a rule all sluts are dumb but some are just dumber than others, and sadly Alicia was one of them, she was better seen and not heard, because her high pitched girly voice made me want to slash her throat. I bent my head lower over my art trying to ignore them but that was trying especially when the whore was talking louder and louder about me. It made me pull the long sleeves of my undershirt further over my arms, just to cover the scars.

When they first heard I expected them to talk and whisper, but it had been almost two years since then and they still whispered about it like it was freah. A couple of years ago while Raven was sent away, and Iziah was sent away because of the creep in the alley and Jamie was in hospital because of her mortal head wound, I was alone, trying to keep it all together, hard to do when your father was trying to three places at once and your mother was dead, one day while I was making Jamie a get well card and I was cutting up paper, I decided that the scissors would be better use on my arm. I hacked and hacked until I was exhausted and I just flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. When I woke up, I was in hospital with pain floating up my left arm and a vengeful dizzy spell. Apparently I had lost alot of blood but I would be alright. I remember my first thought when I peeled my green eyes open, why did I survive? After being checked over and assured that I would be fine, my father took my home. He put me into bed and told me to sleep. Well I couldn't so I took the pain killers I was prescribed and settled down. The pain wasn't going away, so I lent behind my bed and pulled up a bottle of vodka, it wasn't mine, it was my bargaining tool for Iziah. I took another pain killer with the clear burning liquid, and another and another until I was tired out again and flopped to my bed. I woke up in the hospital with worried doctors bending over me, they kept me in longer this time but that didn't stop me, I just kept trying to die because what was the point? Everyone was away and I was the only one left, why not just die and get it over with. I wasn't getting any better so they sent me to the worst place ever, Ward 21. I was surrounded by psycho's wearing mittens and arsonists, it was made worse that everything was 'safe' the scissors were plastic and I was drinking out of a damn sippy cup. I started to get better when I heard that Jamie had come through the surgery, I had someone to live for now, then Iziah had pulled through her horrific ordeal and lastly came Raven, so if they could pull through then why couldn't I? I got better and the medication helped a ton and now all I had to deal with was sluts like Alicia Fox being idiots, well that wouldn't be so bad. At least I could always tune her out with my Pantera. Good old Pantera, solves all problems. When I looked up, douche-conoe Punk was looking at me, it made me jump back.

"Whoa! Don't do that, your face scares me"

He put his hands down on my work so I couldn't ignore him by drawing, his green eyes peircing through me. "Turn that off"

Taking out one ear phone, I looked at him "What?"

"You can't listen to that"

"Listen to what?"

Punk looked at me, that gaze meant to make me feel small but all it did was piss me off. "You can't listen to Pantera,"

I just ignored him and pulled my page back to me, Punk kept glaring at me like I was cutting the head off chickens and sacrificing them to the great God above, thats an idea, cut off Punk's head and sacrificing him to Satan, awesome-ness right there.

"Stop listening to Pantera" Punk snarled at me,

"As soon as you stop being an ass face I'll turn off Dime bag, but until that time, fuck off"

Punk pulled out my head phones and slammed them on the desk making the table shake. "You can't listen to them because I like that music"

Was he serious right now? What is he? Three years old? "Lemme get this straight, I can't listen to Pantera, because you like them?"

"Yes"

Even Iziah made more sense than him, and half the time that girl was spaced out. "Yeah that ain't gonna happen so why don't you fuck off back to your whore so some of us with drawing skill can get back to work"

He didn't go away he just kept glaring at me like I was meant to suddenly cower and apologize, I was used to evil looks, uh hello didn't anyone know the obvious connection, when Iziah is your sister you get used to evil pretty damn fast. And you got used to taking hits. "I mean it Harmoni, stop listening to Pantera. Now"

I suddenly zoned into my inner Iziah, sometimes her idiocy came in handy, I fixed my gaze on something that was on the table,

"What the hell is that?"

Punk studied my finger and like an idiot lowered his head to it. Seriously they call my family the idiots? As soon as his head was low enough, I wrapped my hand around his head and introduced it to the table, the sickening crack exploded around us and the idiot slumped to the floor, pain rushing up his body. People fussed and made a noise, I pulled my ear phones back on and went on with my art. The teacher decided that that was the time to come and speak to me personally, which of course annoyed me even more. Ms Marshall wasn't bad, her curly brown hair sat on her head reminding me of a dark poodle, but she was ok I guess in small doses. She sat between me and the random guy, he looked up when I smashed Punk's head against the table, smiled then went straight back to his work, thank you! Finally someone got it.

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy" I flashed her a grin, and thank god she went the hell away. I was about to go back to my work when finally something happened that wouldn't make me want to kill someone.

"Thank you for shutting him up" He smiled at me shoving blonde strands away from his face. A little bit of a beard growing but nothing gross. I still liked his hair the best, and then his eyes.

I couldn't help but blush, it happened alot but espeically when guys talked to me, I didn't understand it but boy did it really piss me off. "Just doing my part for the nation I guess"

He gave a cute little laugh as he pulled out his hand, that was a new concept, shaking my hand as though I was a person, people usually thought I was diseased, which I assure you I'm not. "Seth"

"Harmoni"

"So if you're not allowed to listen to Pantera, what will you listen too?"

I kept the giggle to myself, I was not going to giggle, but that was getting harder to restrain, swallowing it back I managed to speak without sounding like an idiot. "I'm not sure, possibly Satyricon, or maybe I'll just screw the rules and listen to Pantera"

"As you do"

"As you do" Seth agreed, why was that smile making me quiver? For the rest of the class I did something that I never do, I talked more than I drew. Seth I found out was new, so he hadn't heard the crap about us yet, that would be a matter of time or someone's big mouth, but for right now I could enjoy just being able to talk to someone that wasn't my girls. He was very easy to talk too and liked all the same movies and music as me, that was hard to find, no one understood Pantera or Satyricon, but Seth did.

"I'll see you tomorrow Harmoni?"

"Sure" I put my stuff away as he slid past me, his arm brushed mine and I swear I felt the sparks, shit like that wasn't real, but I swear it happened. Another smile that made me tense and shiver, now I was really looking forward to art tomorrow, more than I usually did. Its amazing what one cute, multi-coloured haired guy can do. I made my way out the door and met up with Raven, I guess I couldn't stop smiling which was new.

"I take it art went well today?"

"Yeah, Punk smacked his head on the table"

Raven laughed "Was he aided, or did he just decide to smash his head on the table?"

"I may of helped, but he deserved it"

"I'm sure he did, so whats with the smile?"

I didn't say anything about Seth, I didn't know why but I didn't want her to know about the cutie I had met. "Just a good day"

"Well its over so thats the best part ever"

"And to think we have to do it all again tomorrow"

"I can't wait"

Neither could I.

A/N This was a bitch to write, I hope its ok, enjoy!