The dark memories that flashed behind my eyelids whenever I blinked, slept, and closed my eyes to relax were unbearable. I lifted my sleeve and traced my fading scars with my thin fingertips, thinking of who caused them.
The Tracer.
I stop walking across the cobble stones laid beneath me to serve as a drive way and look up, to see the gates of my house. Holding my breath, I open the gates and slid out, my thin figure sidling in between the gap. After yet another night whereas I cried myself to sleep,I had to go to the academy. At school, nobody really talked to me. But there was one who tried. His name was Londyn Hero. The one person in the entire school that tried to lighten me up. I mostly ignored him, but I knew he was just trying to be friends with me.
When I opened my locker, there was a note on a bright pink slip of paper laying atop my very neat pile of Trapper Keepers. Looking around, I hesitantly picked it up.
Hey hey Octi! Meet me in the Janitor's Closet on the 2nd floor during 20 minute break! *L*
I sighed and fold the note. Once. Twice. I place it into my uniform blazer pocket and walk to first class, gently closing the locker.
"Boo!" Londyn shouts and pops out of first classroom. I sigh, looking at my boots. "Hi." I say, pushing past him on my way inside. I sit at my desk, sliding a keeper onto the rack underneath me. "Aww, Octi! Lighten up!" He whispers in a whiney fashion, tapping on my shoulder. "Londyn, shush! I'm trying to pay attention." I say, not really caring about the lesson. I just didn't want to get pink slipped.
"But trigonometry is so boring!" He whines out loud. "Londyn, shush!" I whisper-shout urgently. I suppose the teacher heard me, because she turns to me and knits her eyebrows together. "Octavia? Londyn? Do I have to pink slip you both?" I gulp and look around the room to spot attentive eyes watching me curiously. "No, ma'am." I say, loud enough for the teacher to hear. I shoot Londyn a glare and continue my notes, shaking my head.
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All My Scars
Fantasy"It's okay to cry, Octavia." He pulled away from the hug and smiled at me. "Everyone cries, once in a while. It doesn't matter who or what caused it, it matters who is there to comfort you when you're in your lowest point of the day, week.. life.."...