Silhouette|| Daniel Seavey

3.

The final school bell rang, and i headed to Mrs. Bradley's room for the after school detention.
The room smelled of cheap perfume, chalk, and markers.
Mrs. Bradley sat at her desk, marking papers.
Without a word, i walked to my desk and sat down.
Within two minutes, the blue-eyed boy from Social Studies walked in.
Instead of sitting in his normal seat, he sat in the desk directly to my right.
I turned to look at him and raised my eyebrows. What could he possibly want?
He smiled a little before turning the other way and placed his head in his arms to possibly sleep, i was guessing.
I put my head in my hands and tried to think good thoughts.
Finally, finally, finally we were dismissed.
Just as i exited the classroom door, i felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was the boy.
"I'm Daniel." The words melodically drifted from his mouth, seeming sweet like honey and soft like lush grass.
I looked up into his eyes, wanting to say something back, my lips quivering.
It was all i could do to look one more moment into the galaxies that seemed to hide in his eyes before i turned and sprinted out of the building.
I ran until i got home.
I placed my hand on my cool metal doorknob and turned slowly, opening the door as quietly as i could, planning to sneak away to my room.
As soon as both of my feet were planted inside the house and the door was shut, a blunt slap hit me across my face.
A sinister grin covered my dads face as he towered over my small body, which was now trembling against the wall.
"What's wrong, princess? rough day?" He smiled a sick smile and ran his thumb over my cheek before punching it, hard.
Pain filled my face, my body, my mind.
It was overwhelming.
I lay motionless on the floor, not having any desire to ever get up again.
"Get up!" He barked.
I stood up, and again i was slapped down, raspily squealing in pain.
"Ha!" He spat and resumed to the living room.
Never letting one tear fall, i picked up my backpack and went on my way to my bedroom.
I threw my backpack down on the floor before heading to the bathroom.
I cleaned my face as best i could and walked back to my room.
On the floor, my knees pulled up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them, i daydreamed of my mother.

Daniel's POV
She looked beautiful.
She made detention worth it.
Sadly, I still dont know her name.
When i told her my name, she hesitated and slightly crouched away, as if she thought i might hurt her.
The multiple cuts and bruises on her face and arms were fresh, i noticed.
She seemed about to say something, one word maybe.
That one word would have made all the difference to me.
I smiled, thinking about her.
One day, she would talk to me.
I felt it.
I picked up my cell phone as it buzzed with a text from my friend Jake.
From: Jake
Come outside.
I clicked my phone off and walked outside, as my friend was waiting for me.
"Boo!" he popped out from behind the porch door.
I jumped back and laughed with him.
"Sarah was checking you out today." He stated and smirked at me.
I made a face, considering that although she was popular, Sarah wasnt a very nice person to be around.
"Dude, shes hot." He continued.
I nodded, but disagreed within myself.
Who cares about being "hot?" I mean yeah, who doesnt love a nice ass, but don't you wanna know that person and love them because of who they are?
"You dont like her." He confirmed because of my lack of enthusiam.
"No, i don't," I said back, and tossed my phone from one hand to the other, one hand to the other.
"Why not?"
"She's so fake."
He threw his hands up as if to say, whatever.
i rolled my eyes.
"Do you know anything about that girl i had detention with?" I changed the subject.
"Aria? Yeah, why?" He answered and scrolled on his phone.
I shrugged, "So her name is Aria?"
"Yeah. Aria Skye. Kind of like the air and the sky." He noticed me looking at him and smirked, "Oooh, you got the hots for Aria."
I looked away.
His phone beeped with a text alert.
"Oh shoot, my mom needs me home. See ya tomorrow." He shot out the door.
I laid down on the couch to try to sleep.