The Beat Of Our Hearts

chapter 8: Secrets Of The Past

We walk out of the school and start on our way home, Aurora smiling and lauging the whole time.

"Whats with you? Good first day of prison?" Melanie asks, her referense to our school causing me to stifle a laugh.

"Actually, it was great. First period is math, second is science, thrid is art and last is gym," asnwers Arora.

"Teachers?"

"I don't remember their names"

We both nod at this, remembering the first day of highschool.

"Friends, upperclassmen.....boys?," Melanie inquires, her last idea causing me to smile and giggle, the idea of a guy and my little sister so adorable yet so unimaginable.

I watch as Aurora's cheekcs turn a shade of light pink, the tips of her ears turning a rasberry red, the way they always do when she's embarassed.

"Ohmygod Aurie there's a guy isn't there! Spill!" I say excidely, wanting to hear about this new mystery boy.

"He's in my math class and my art class.....we sit together in both and he's...he's pretty cool," she says, the pink of her cheeks deepening.

Melanie and I both break out into huge smiles, teasing Aurora as we singsong "Aurora's got a crush, Aurora's got a crush"

"ugh, you guys are such girls," Aurie says, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe because we are girls," I say, just as melanie adds," You should try it sometime."

We break out into more laughter, Aurora partly laughing with us, partly rolling her eyes at us.

We walks the rest of the way home like that, telling each other about our day, laughing when melanie talks about the "really cute guy in her math class that looks like Niall Horan" and Aurora's "All the upperclassmen look like giants or something, and they kiss all the time" and even having a couple laughs when I tell Aurora about creepy girl, and about Grace.

When we get home Aurie runs to the basement to work on her homework and melanie and I run up to our rooms, finally settling in my room after we have both changed and put our hair up.

"So, when do you think you will hear from Harry agiain?"

The question catches me off guard, harry hadn't talked to me since our very awkwad almost kiss. that was 4 days ago.

"I don't know...maybe that almost kiss showed him that he made a mistake giving me his number," I say, only partly joking.

"Oh please, you know he totally thinks your hot," Melanie answers as i laugh and shove a pillow in her face.

My phone buzzes beside me and I pick it up, part of me hopeing it's harry.

I type in the passcode and go to texts, the screen blaring the name of the person.

GRACE: Heyyyy this is Katlyn right?

Yep, hey Grace!,I text back.

"So, how was music?" Melonie asks.

I think of playing my guitar, taking the trip around class, the creepy girl and the piano. The Piano.

The memorie from touching the keys of the paino floods back through me. The little girl whining, the beautoful sound coming from the piano, hands on hands pressing the keys. Tyler.

I push the thought out of my head the second it come in, my mind going numb.

"Hello, Katlyn...music class?" I hear Melanie ask.

"Oh ya, it was great," I replie, forcing a tight smile onto my face.

She gives me a skeptical look, before continuing on, saying something about gym and telling me about the insane gym teacher. She continues talking while I stay quiet, nodding at certain parts and forcing a smile on my face, even managing to force a laugh.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

I blink. My vision returns to focas as I see melanie, her eyebrows raised, lips tight.

"Ya..of course," i respond, even though i really was only half listening.

"What did I say then?"

"You were taling about gym"

"Actually I was talking about my parents, they are still stuck in a forein country you know...... haven't heard from them since that day" She says, looking away, her arms folded over her chest.

"I'm sorry Mel, just tired I guess" I say.

"Ya whatever, don't worry about it," She answers, waving her hand in the air and getting up, making her way for the bathroom to her room.

"Mel..."

"Just forget it! You said it yourself, your tired...better get some sleep anyway...you were spaced out for like 2 hours anyways," she says before leaving the room.

2 hours?! I look at the clock. 9:30. How could i have spaced out for that long? No wonder Melanie is annoyed.

I quickly get changed and crawl into bed, pulling up the sheets and shutting off the light.

I do my nightly look around my room, knowing it will put me to sleep.

My gaze wanders to my desk, practically empty but a few books and pictures...ones I'm not willing to look at.

I look over my floor, I kept my room remotly clean so i only saw the clothes i had been wearing today spralled out of my floor.

Finally, I land on my book shelf, ignoring the right side of my room.

I look at the spines of the books, the words impossible to make out because of the looming darkness.

I drop my gaze to the bottom shelf, the one where i keep all my nicknacks including all my soccer trophies, running trohphies and school certificates, knowing my piano trophies are hidden somewhere in the attack.

The framiliar pink box catches my eyes, sitting there in the corner, the mere sight og it causing my heart to flutter, my stomche to droop.

~FLASHBACK~

I sit sideways on the floor by the bookshelf, the smooth wood hard against my bare hip.

I think of all the things that had gone wrong that day.

Kira, Spencer, those brownies, my parents, Aurora........Tyler.

A warm tear rolls over my chubby cheeks, rolling down my jawline and off my chin.

Sobs wrack my body as i fumble for the little pink box on the bottom shelf.

I open it slowly, closing my finger as I reach inside, my finger wrapping around he cool piece of sharp metal, the piece that once belonged to a pencil sharpener I bought for freshman year.

I slip the medal between my fingers, slowly bringing it to my hip with shaking hands.

I press down until I feel muscle, quickly ranking the blade over my skin.

Blood bubbles up to the surface, my break coming out in gasps, as i slit more and more, drops of blood flowing over the large curves of my hips.

I gulp through my tears at the sight of my blood, relieve washing through me.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

I gulp hard, thinking about the piece of sharp metal that sits in that pink box...how easy it woulkd be to just.......

NO!, I think, telling myself not to.

I close my eyes and toss and turn, struggling with the thought that run through my mind.

Eventually I fall asleep, left at the mercy of my wandering mind.