The Boy

Chapter 2

I was awoken by a loud cry from somewhere down the hall. It sounded as if someone was being hurt, or murdered. I started to feel the bed rock and then people started to form around it. They were shouting words that became able to understand slowly.

"Wake up! Rise and shine! No time for sleep! We have to go to school! Come on Danielle it's your first day at a new school, don't want to be late." I sighed and sat up. If they only knew how much I really didn't even want to go to school. Looking around everyone stared at me with waiting eyes. Getting off of the bed, I stared at all of them, waiting for them to get out. There seemed to be one person missing. Anthony.

I pushed out of the room and went to the bathroom. When I was done in there I walked into the "living room". The only thing that looked like it was living was the plant in the corner, and it was even starting to wilt. I look from left to right and all I see are sad faces lining the walls. Nobody actually seemed as if they were happy to be here. Of course, who would?

We all boarded the bus that took us to the school. Once I entered the school, all eyes were on me. I was, of course, the new girl. There would soon be rumors of how I probably killed my parents and that it was my fault. People were still staring at me as Kathy walked me to the front office to get my map of the school, my schedule, and my locker combo and number. I watched as people whispered things, probably about me. I in fact did show up in just jeans, converse, and a band t-shirt. They were all dressed in a school uniform, navy blue and cream.

Their uniforms were very ugly and repulsive and then they gave me the list of where I should get my clothes and what color they should be. I was disgusted. I didn't know how long I would last in this school before just wearing my own clothes.

Once the school day is out and I am back on the bus, I turn on my iPod to drown out the sound of screaming children and laughing teenagers. All I wanted was to be alone. I was, in fact, still mourning over the death of my family. Once the bus stopped at the bus stop, I got up and walked off. Everyone watched as I, the new girl, walked into the orphanage. Although this was nothing to be proud of, I walked in there with my head held high. Once I escaped Mrs. Calibre, I went to the bathroom and pulled out a needle that I always kept on my jacket. I scraped at my wrist until it started to bleed. I did this about three more times. I treated the wounds and covered them up.

When I walked out, everyone was either on their phones or doing homework. I, on the other hand, just wanted to be alone, but I couldn't have that, could I? Nope. Once I got into my room, there was a knock at the door. I was going to go open it but they just let themselves in. It was Anthony. He walked over to the chair I was sitting in. I saw a look of sadness as he handed me my needle. Anthony lifted up my arm from where it lied and pulled my sleeve up. Four cuts were on my arm. He looked at me as tears welled up in his eyes, and then looked back down to them. He lifted my arm up to his mouth and kissed every cut. He then proceeded to look at me and say "Just promise me that you won't do it again. No matter how much it hurts, don't do it. If you feel the need to do it again just come talk to me. I don't want you to go through the same thing that my sister did." Then he calmly walked out of the room. I still sat there in amazement. Anthony. Had. Just. Kissed. My. Cuts.

The next morning, Anthony was the one to wake me up. While I was getting out of bed, I saw him looking around my room, I wondered if he was going to leave or not. I gave him a scowl and he knew that that was his invitation to leave. As he walked out of the door, he turn to me with concerned eyes and shut the door. I headed to my closet and grabbed the only thing I was allowed to wear, a navy blue skirt and a cream coloured shirt. I slipped on my navy blue flats and grabbed my bag. As I was walking out of my room, I looked back at the chair where I sat last night, when Anthony kissed my cuts.

The sound of a door slamming woke me up. I reached for my phone and turned it on. It was 7:30. I was going to be late for school. My mind pondered why no one woke me up while I got ready for this dreaded day of school. I walked outside of the building, and my luck got even worse. The bus was already driving away. "I guess I'm walking to school", I mumbled to myself.

Suddenly a white van started to drive very slowly beside me. Then a man exited the van and started to walk behind me, with the van still driving slowly. The man started to jog and then burst into a run. I didn't have time to react and he grabbed me. His tough hands touched my face and he whispered in my ear, "I'm sure gonna have fun with you".

Out of no where, another person grabs me and pulls me in their arms. Scared for my life, I start swinging at anything I can hit. I am hitting someones chest, I think. Suddenly I am placed on the ground and then I see a new face. A cloth is placed over my face, and then I black out.