Chapter Three – My name?
After what felt like an eternity the bell signalling that it was lunch time rang, slowly getting up and stretching your back, feeling it crack in several places, been sat down for too long was never something you was fond of. Much preferring to keep active and moving as much as possible. You see everyone becoming much more chirpier and talking to one another. Everyone except the redhead next you, who instead of walking to the canteen pulled a packed lunch from her bag, seemingly preferring to eat at her desk instead of with what can only be seen as her abusers. 'you should say something to her, let her know you're not like these arseholes' a voice in your head spoke up 'it doesn't matter if you do or not, she will just ignore you like she has all morning, just the same as everyone else'. Ignoring both voices you decide to ask her if she would like to join you. Just before you ask her though the voice you didn't want to hear decided to perk up 'how do you think she would feel knowing she is talking to a killer?' stopping in your tracks you agree with the third unwanted voice swirling around in your head. Turning on your heel towards the canteen. What you didn't see though was the mystery girl look up from her dinner with a barely noticeable smile gracing her face, watching you walk way with your head hung low.
"so then, when I was finished, I wiped it on her brand new jacket and threw her out!" you heard a voice as you walked into the canteen along with an uproar of laughter from the story said man just told. "Oh look here, its the freaks saviour, don't worry we wont do it again we swear" he said in mock fear, cowering away and earning laughs from the group again. Ignoring him you sat alone in the corner and began with your dinner. The same guy walks up and sits opposite you with a smug grin on his face. Along with that and his Auburn hair, ridiculously long side burns you already knew this was one guy you wanted to avoid. "I'm busy here" you spoke up, "just go back to doing your thing whatever that was". The man just chuckled and held his hand out "The name is Hans, Hans Westergard" reluctantly you take his hand and shake it back, "Y/N, pleasure now I'm going to get back to my dinner" with no regard for his reply you went back to picking at some crisps. This seemed to be grinding on Hans who had a look of anger in his eyes which was gone as quickly as it came. "you want to know why we call her the freak?" he asks wiggling his eyebrows at you. "you know you do, its quite a funny story actually"
'break his nose' you hear come from the back of your mind, causing you to chuckle causing a look of confusion on Hans face, you figured you should reply. "would I like to know why you decide to pick on one woman who sits by herself quiet all day not bothering anyone of you while you relentlessly torment and seclude her?" you're looking him in the eyes now, anger clear as day on your face. "no I would not like to know, now please leave". It seems like that had done the trick as he stood up and began to walk off. 'finally some peace and quiet' smiling to yourself you finally begin to have lunch. That was until a cup of coffee came flying your direction hitting you square in the face. "watch out hero!" Hans laughs "they're a common occurrence here if you're a freak or hero, don't worry, the freak will get the same shortly." Coffee dripping down your face, covering your H/C hair, you pack up your dinner and head to the rest room. 'this is not how I expected today to go at all' You chuckle to yourself clearing most of the now warm beverage from your hair and face. Instead of going back to the canteen you go back to your desk to finish to finish your lunch thinking by now the mystery girl must've left to go elsewhere.
But she hadn't, she was sat at her desk still headphones in eyes closed, dead to the world around her.
You don't want to disturb her so you try to walk slowly past her. Which goes horribly wrong when you end up dropping your half eaten sandwich on her lap. Causing her to open her eyes in shock and stare at you angrily. 'if looks could kill, I would be a goner for sure'. "I'm sorry you suddenly say, grabbing the remnants of your sandwich and putting it in the bin. Its only when you look back at her you notice she has her head held low but still looking in your direction. 'What is that look on her face? Sadness? Does she regret acting like she did?' You then notice she is looking at the coffee stains down your suit. "Hans" you state dryly, this gets a cringe from her. "turns out heroes aren't looked up to here, instead we're booed like the villains" you chuckle, sitting down at your desk when she suddenly speaks up. "Why?" she whispers. "why put yourself through that just to stop them?" getting more confident and louder the more she goes on, but still never looking you in the eyes. "I'm used to it now, for nearly 5 years I have dealt with this alone. Why help?" tears leaving her eyes again. You didn't even have to think about your reply instantly replying with a thin smile "because you might have had to deal with it alone for the past five years, but after this morning looks like you have a buddy to go through it with you. I've known Hans for twenty minutes and I already want to wipe this filthy floor with his side burns." and then you heard it, the most angelic laugh you have ever had witness to in your life. It might only been for a few seconds and you would've missed it if not for the silence in the room. but it was still there. It was only then when she finally looked you in the eyes and you could see her for all her beauty. Freckles covered her face, not in a bad way though, in the way it was as if the sun had personally kissed each and every one to give it life. Her red hair in twin braids even more dazzling this close. Intertwined within one of them was what appears to be a pure blonde strand, the one in a million. Her tear stained cerulean eyes looking straight into yours you saw many things, pain, sorrow, anger, questioning. But what you saw the most in her eyes was when she beamed an angelic smile right at you you saw hope, a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe not everyone here was out to hurt her.
"Anna, My name is Anna"
AN: Well there you are guys and gals. The mystery girl has finally given her name and its Anna!
Well who didn't see that coming anyway? Ill just go over here for a bit now.
Also as I am finishing this I have already had 200 views! Thank you so much this means the world to me!
But on a more serious note I am really enjoying writing this, I've been sat here for four or five hours at least writing, re writing and just full on enjoying myself. Thank you for reading and reviews would be appreciated! Peace peeps until next time!