Dark or Light?

Chapter 23

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait for this update, but I kind of got in trouble and everything got taken away, so I couldn't write. But I'm back, no!!! Hope you guys like this chapter. One of my kittens, Socks, helped me write it. 

Winter break starts, tomorrow. Only one more day until I get out of this hell-hole and away from everyone in it for a couple weeks. That also means I’ll be away from Henry for a couple weeks. I won’t be able to see him or talk to him or hear his voice. I won’t be able to glance at his still sad face and feel the urge to hold him and take his pain away. To apologize for the horrible thing that I did and didn’t do. I won’t feel the heat from his eyes when they fall on me.

            I won’t get to see my friends much, either, although I’ll see them more than I’ll see anyone else from school. We always squeeze in a few sleepovers during our short breaks.

            Probably the best thing about this break, though, is I won’t have to put up with Aiden and his hit or Kailey and her new boyfriend. She moved on really quickly. It’s kind of pathetic.

            It’s so weird, how much I hate Aiden. If you had asked me if I’d ever go back to him or if I was in love with him a few months ago, I’d have told you that I wasn’t in love with him, but I’d take him back in a heartbeat. If you were to ask me those same questions, now, I’d tell you that I hate him and he can go screw himself with venom coating every word. So much can change within the span of a few months.

            I mean, I’ve gone from being depressed and unhappy with my life, pining over a boy that used me and then didn’t care until it was too late, to being happier than I had ever been in my life, falling in love with the most amazing boy I’ve ever met, to being almost alone and feeling more hatred and being more bitter than anyone my age ever should.

            I’ve gone from being completely healthy in every way, to having a mind and heart poisoned by darkness. Poisoned by Samolio.

            “Damzel? Is everything alright?” My current teacher asks me in concern.

            “Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” I ask in confusion.

            “You just look angry.”

            “Umm… that’s just my face…” I tell her. It comes at more of a snap which is unintentional, but she winces.

            “Oh. I’m sorry.” She walks off.                                    

            If I look angry, unless I’m spewing venom with every word I say or make it absolutely obvious that I’m angry, never assume that I am. When I’m not really feeling any specific emotion or I’m extremely bored or deep in thought, I look angry. My dad’s the same way.

            A couple kids nearby stare at me as I go back to work and the teacher goes on with checking on other students.

            “What?” I snap at them.

            They all look away as soon as the word passes my lips, sounding more like a growl than an actual word.

            I roll my eyes and get my headphones out. I play my music loud enough that I can’t here everyone around me, but they can’t hear my music, either. I get lost in the lyrics of every song. They suck me in until I’m yanked back out by a sudden and deep rush of cold. A cold so deep, my bones feel as though they’re covered in a thin layer of frost.