There Are Villain, and There Are Villains In Disguise.

10. Keira

"Sarnai!" She's pointing a gun at her head.

The rain is too loud I can barely hear her, we're soaked.

"I'll shoot, stay where you are"

"Please... Sarnai, what happened to you...?" I'm sobbing.

"...you happened. Everything you did, is why we're standing here."

"Don't act like you've done nothing-"

She cut her off, She hates being cut off. Sarnai knows that. The bang, loud bang, the loud bang that threw the weight off her shoulders, the loud bang that made her family want to end themselves, the loud bang that came out of the news the next morning, and the loud bang that everyone was talking about.

School. She finds it miserable. It's the only place she never want to be.. and today it just got worse.

"Good morning panthers, yesterday we heard the heartbreaking news about the death of Sarnai Dak."

Right after that sentence, they didn't do any other morning announcements, it was just silent, right after that sentence, everyone was strange, they looked... sad.. it's not like they even cared about her though.. why are they sad, because she's dead? She still doesn't understand how that's sad.. the bell rings. First class. I'm walking in the hallway now.

"Hey I'm sorry about Sarnai, I know how much she meant to you..."

"Are you talking to me?" She turns slowly and tilts my head

He looks puzzled.

"Yea, ha... You guys were inseparable".

She turns my head back. Nobody likes talking to her.. strange.

"Yes, we were, thanks" She gives him a big smile showing her appreciation.

He doesn't smile back, he looks scared and just walks off.. I'm not surprised..

She walks away, She probably has like 6 more conversations like this just walking to the next class, She was late. Now we're running, great. "I'm so sorry I'm late.." she says.

"It's okay dear," Mrs. Morales says, "If you ever need a break just let me know".

Oh how much I wish she wouldn't have said that.. "Well, in that case, may I go to the restroom please?"

"Yes of course dear, take as long as you need."

Well now she's the hallway again, no one is here, good. Now where is she going? She can go Home.. everyone pity's her at this point so We'll just be excused. Yeah, she want to go home and eat some ice cream. The clouds are very thick, low, and grey, it's pretty. Shes hoping it rains, heavily so all the noise blocks out.. We're home now.

"Hello Mother"

She turns to us, "Keira, why are you here?"

"Mrs Morales told me to go home.." She's not lying, she did, she said all the time I need meaning I don't have to be there for the whole day.

"Oh dear, have you been taking your medicine lately..?" She looks panicked.

"Of course not.. I stopped taking it around 3 months ago, I'm fine without it!" She looks scared now. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell..."

"...you've been here for 3 months..?" Mom asks, mom looks absolutely terrified.

"What?!" She asks.

Her shoulders relax, and her ears are pink again.. "Nothing dear, It's alright, it's just, if you keep smiling like that, people are going to think that you're happy she's gone.."

"I am though". Her ears are pale again, "She was a burden, she wouldn't stop clinging on me."

"Don't say that. You two cared for each other very much-" She cut mom off.

"I never said I didn't care for her."

"You cut me off.."

"Yes. Can we get ice cream"

She points to the window, it's going to rain.

"Yes." She smiles.

"Okay, grab your coat."

"No."

Mom stares at me. Then looks at my hair, now she understands.

"Do I look weird?"

"No dear, can you grab the keys for me please?"

Mom is going to do something, she never says please unless she trying to do something to her.. She is upset. "Yes..." I turn to grab the keys and turn around. Mom is not doing anything, maybe it's just her then... We're getting ice cream yay..

"Well would you look at that.. they're closed due to the weather." 

Shes upset, She thinks mother can tell.

"It's okay dear, we can check out the other one." Mom looks scared.

"I want the ice cream from here." She demands.

"Okay then, let me make a call."

She looks at my hands, then at my nails, "I don't like this color. Mother!" She turns around.

"Yes dear?"

"Paint my nails a different color when we get home!"

"Of course dear," mom goes back to talking on the phone.

She turns around, going to stare into the door. Then everything goes black.