Two Ghosts [h.s]

8

Well yesterday was not how it was supposed to go. I ended up locking myself in my room and riding out a panic attack. I made a complete mess out of my room, wrecking things left and right but it is all clean and tidy now.

Sitting on the bus, I briefly tell Abby about Harry spotting me in the alleyway and her eyes widen. "What do you mean he saw you? He saw the whole thing." Sitting up, eyes popping out.

"Well I mean he was just walking by and then asked if I was okay... I practically yelled at him and begged for him to keep his mouth shut. It was completely embarrassing."my face grows red. I'm much calmer than how I felt yesterday. It's not like I don't care. I'm covering up the feelings inside, that want to scream.

"Well in all honestly it at least gave you a distraction." Abby shrugs.

Thinking about it, he did stop me when I was about to have a major panic attack. It was a new panic in my chest. He stopped before I could go over the edge.

"I guess. He distracted some pretty ugly thoughts I was having too." Abby didn't answer that statement. Luckily the bus doors open and we jump out.

There's just something about Harry I can't put my finger on. I have seen those stupid green eyes before.

Abby and I step off the bus and push through the school doors. A part of me thinks I am going to walk through these doors and everyones going to know what happened yesterday and point fingers and laugh, but no one does.

Walking down the halls it feels just the same. Nothing is different. A slight weight is taken off my chest and my shoulders pull back.

Guess he was telling the truth.

"Violet?" I look beside me at Abby with annoyed eyes.

"What?"

"I have been speaking for the last couple of minutes and you're just staring off into oblivion."

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize." I frown to myself and look down.

"Mhm hm," she mumbles.

We get to the end of the halls and turn in opposite directions heading for first period. Walking past students I always take notice of their smiles. I almost feel jealous. Why couldn't that be me smiling and laughing with all my friends? Just living a normal life.

I shake my head and laugh to myself.

Walking into the class I forget Harry and I share. His eyes reach out for mine as soon as I step foot but I don't return the gesture. I keep my eyes on the floor as his eyes follow my every move.

When I arrive at the back, I pull my chair as close to the table's edge as I can get it. Clearly hinting I am in no mood to talk.

I can feel his stare but If I look back, I might break. No one knows or has seen that part of me unfold. Nobody.

Pulling out my books, my hands shake and they slip out of my hand, landing on the table with a bang. Shutting my eyes and biting down on my lip I refuse to look at him.

Resting my right elbow on the table I try to block as much space between us as possible.

"Alright class, how is everyone today?" Mr Johnson waddles into the class and takes off his jacket. I place my hand on my mouth trying to hide a laugh. If I make him a joke then his words wont hurt me.

The class mumbles goods and greats.

"Uh-huh." his eyes search the class and land on me with a surprised look "Oh, Violet! Great to see you on time today." He smiles, "if you ever need a ride I'd be lucky to give you one."