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Chapter One
Burn
The knock is from a short man with white hair and a white moustache. Principle M. He and I have had many encounters in my high school career but I kept my mouth shut all day so there was no reason for him to be here for me. He whispers something to my physics teacher, Mr. Dreyer, and turns to the door motioning someone to come in. That someone was a girl. A blonde with a black beanie, ripped jeans, long sleeved black V-neck, and a silk scarf. This, for some reason, becomes more interesting then my daily drawings so my attention shifts from drawing to her. I examine her closely and see she has three piercings. Eyebrow, nose, and lip. She stares at the white tips of her black converse and awkwardly squeezes at her backpack straps. She stood bored and uninterested. She lifts her head and subtly looks around the room designing in her head a "food chain" sort of chart of people. She was figuring out who the jocks were, who the popular girls were, who the nerds were, etcetera, etcetera. Her head then looks directly at me. A boy with salmon hair small burns on his face. I wore a checkered scarf that looked like scales to hide the more serious burns. I wore jeans a hoodie. It was simple and boring. Her face look intrigued when she looked at me. I was a loner who wanted to be alone. Mr. D points to the table in front of me, Beanie walks down the aisle and sits down. Realizing she wasn't going to speak to me, not that I would enjoy it if she did, I went back to drawing.
Four periods go by and I have two free periods before I go home. I sit in an empty desk with ear buds in and my notebook out. Out of my peripheral vision I see a figure. I glance up and there she was. Beanie. She was staring at me. But I soon realize she wasn't staring at me. She was staring at my journal. I NEVER let anyone see my journal. I don't get a chance to close it until Beanie says the words that make all my organs drop.
"Is… that… Is that me?" She asks kind of impressed but at the same time totally freaked out. I look down and stare. What in the world?! I think. My jaw drops. I had drawn her. Oh my god I drew the new girl and I had no idea. I had drawn the beanie, the back of her head, her hair, her scarf, her shirt, everything.
"Umm…" I say freaked out myself. Jesus, people already thought I was a future arson, now they'll think I'm a stalker. She sits down in the seat in front of me.
"I guess it's cool if it is. Worse things have happened to me." She says staring at it. "Damn your good. You even got my scars in there." She says putting a hand under her scarf and rubbing her neck. Had I? I look at the picture. Very subtly underneath the scarf, long light lines were underneath the scarf. Barely visible but I could still see them.
"I guess you're not good at hiding them." I say looking up at her.
"And you are?" She asks. She places a hand on my cheek where a scar on my cheek is from a burn. She raises an eyebrow and stares into my eyes. She has these eyes. Oh my god these eyes. They were hazel brown and full of emotion. They were full of pain, suffering, understanding, fear, sadness, compassion, and something else. She pulls away awkwardly taking her hand off my face.
"Nat." I say. She looks at me confused. "My name Natsu. People call me Nat. Well, at least I'd like them to." She smiles.
"Lucy." She says. She begins fiddling with her scarf. I stare at her. Usually people bombard a new student with attention but from what I can tell, no one has spoken to her. Suddenly, with no warning, she stands up. "I…Sh…fu..crap… I have to go…" She holds her head tightly like she has a pounding headache. She jumps up from her seat and she runs out of the room. As I see her run I hear something. It sounded like metal clanging together. I look closer and see a bulge of something underneath her shirt attached to her jeans. Were those… keys?
Being the screwed up kid I am, I follow her. Lucy was bolting down the hallway barreling through kids like a football player trying to make a touchdown. Her running looked familiar. Like running from something. Or maybe running to something.. Maybe both. She ran to the girls restroom. As she runs in, four or five girls run out confused then bored. They walk away and I walk toward the bathroom. I stand outside the door listening in. I try hard to use my usual face, disinterested and annoyed. Then I hear Lucy's voice. But it was weird. One voice had a conversation with different people. But all the same voice. It doesn't make sense I know. I can't describe something I don't understand myself. It was like a conversation with a bunch of different people and one voice. Then I heard the metal again. You know that sound you make when you choose a key to open a door? Well that's what I heard. It sounded like she went through eight different keys to find the right one. Then I heard whimpers. The cries were quiet and muffled like she was holding back noise. I then heard silence. Then she, I guess, turned on the faucet. It then sounded like she was washing the keys. The water and metal sounded like a song. I used that as my cue to go back to the class. I get back to class and sit down. I sit down at my desk and go back to drawing. Five or six minutes go by and Lucy walks in.
"Sorry." She says quietly. I look through my backpack and hand her a tissue. "What for?" She asks confused.
"You're bleeding." I say pointing at her hands. Stained red and cut up her hands looked like someone cut her hands up with tiny blades. She looks down at them and her eyes go wide. "I told you, that you sucked at hiding them." Then it hit her. She knew I knew. She knew I had followed her.
"You… You…ASSHOLE!" She yelled. She then gave me a well deserving slap across the face. Damn. She had a killer right hook.