Monochromatic

Chapter 24

Freedom

I only saw my mother twice; I was held by her once. The memory is fuzzy, but I think it's in what people call, an alley? No; it was...much smaller. I was born in some kind of room I think, much dirtier, like mine much, much earlier in life. I remember her faint cries; it's almost all I remember. I remember how cold she was, and how in both memories I have her cries were muffled. I don't remember her face nor do I really remember her voice. I almost lost those memories, and I was glad. Back then, they were too painful to try and clear up. I never wanted to go back and find her; a part of me knew she was dead. Sister Azoria's warmth that day saved me, and although those memories were probably as "fabricated" as Azoria said, I thought it was time to finally try and remember, maybe they'd help me find the truth.

The last time I saw my mother she was being dragged away from me by three. One covered her mouth, and the other two held her arms up. I was then picked up myself like a wild cat would carry her young, by the shirt on my back. Everyone in those memories were either completely out of sight or black figures. It was irritating! Nothing was there! Even if I tried to remember the sounds, all I hear is my mother's cries and muffling noises. I even believed that I cried as well, but it was out heard by the chaos.

Tears streamed down my cheek as I sat on my bed. The pain from the past was long gone by now, I felt nothing of it, it's been too long. However, a part of me couldn't let go of that feeling. When I look back to the silhouettes all I could think of was Azoria, as if she was my mother but, that's impossible! I had to cast such theories aside, if I wanted to know the truth about those pills, I had to go and find it out myself.

Libia

"I'm not in the mood," I sighed, burying myself in my book, holding back every emotion I had towards sucker punching the boy in front of me. I never understood why, but lately I've become more violent both verbally and physically; I have become more popular as well. At my school, you have 3 ways to become popular; either be wealthy, be attractive, or be feared. I was one of the feared, although I caught a couple of people talking about me being attractive as well. At the moment however, I was seconds from taking my book and shoving it where the sun didn't shine.

Sighing again, grabbing my things, and jumping down from my place I made my way into the school building. The crowded halls were as loud as usual and like any normal day I received a few stares. However now I felt someone lurking behind me, following and watching my every move. I could feel his eyes, I could feel his grin.

"Hey Libi!" an unfamiliar voice called out; I didn't answer.

There was an unsettling chuckle I could clear despite the crowd, drawing nearer and nearer with every second I couldn't find him. Before I could turn around I felt his arms around me to keep me in place.

"Don't ignore me, love."

I looked up to find a boy about 5 inches taller than I. It wasn't a surprise, I was never the tallest, but the look he gave me from that angle wasn't the best thing to see this early in the morning. Prying his arms off of me, I backed up to face him properly.

"Please refrain from calling me such nicknames and embracing me in such a matter without my consent. We are not friends, nor do we have any other relations with each other," I lectured.

The boy only laughed, "you're cute, Libia, do you know that?"

The bell rang before I could answer, and everyone headed to class.

He followed me around for the rest of the day, only resting when we didn't share a class. He was a nuisance, taunting me in hopes to make and see me blush like any other girl. He's been at this every day since last week. By now you'd think he'd give up or get tired of this. You'd think that after telling him a hundred times he'd understand that I'm not interested in becoming his. He was 3 years older than I, and one grade above; but he was 4 years more mature in other areas that had nothing to do with academics. He was too fast for me, and I wanted nothing to do with a friend like that, Rave taught me better. That boy tested my patience, but I found it unnecessary to tell the authorities. He'd give in, eventually, they all do.

The end of the day couldn't have come quick enough. Although I usually stayed behind, that boy's father was on a tight schedule and had no time for him to lollygag with me. The library was my safe-haven; it was the quietest place in the school, no matter how many children tried to disrupt that in the past. What happened to me however, was completely my fault though. I should have heard her coming in, the library was the quietest it had ever been. I was alone other than Mr. Stanman, and he was fast asleep. I should have been more cautious, Rave warned me about that kind of thing. Nonetheless, I ignored all the warnings, I was too engrossed in the fantasy world of the book I was ready. She grabbed me in a way I couldn't defend myself in. Another covered my mouth before I could scream and forced me to swallow a sticker. I could feel them tie me up and place me in a suitcase before blacking out.