Into The Void

Chapter Four

I really was amazed by the neighborhood. Wrong word. Horrified. Yet intrigued.

The only thought I had was:

Life sucks.

It sucks to a level beyond comprehension.

Just when i thought things could get better ever since we moved, there might have been a small change to make it a little bit worse. Just a little bit.

The Noises and the Sights.

They're here.

Well, correction. There will be sights and noises everywhere, but there are more here. Doing research it seemed like there was going to be a LOT less. Boy, as I wrong.That's just the first part. The ones here. More viscous. More mean, dangerous, and more crazy. I hear them all the time. Whispers of death and terrible crimes. Talks of hauntings, killings and abductions beyond compare. Only one good thing so far.

They don't know.

They don't know of my abilities. Rephrase that. Curse. Condition. they don't know i can see or hear them. Probably cause i haven't made eye contact yet and i haven't spoken to them. They'll find out soon. It's really only a matter of time.

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I wake up with my ear buds still in from last night. I fell asleep listening to my Green Day, Fall Out Boy, Avril Lavigne playlist wearing yesterdays clothes. I slip into my skinny jeans, a basic grey V-neck t-shirt, with a grey zip up sweatshirt and my combat boots. I sling on my backpack, putting my ear buds back on.

The bus comes rolling down the street.

I walk on and sit in the first seat and just stare out the window. I stare into the abyss of what the world is today. Just as the song "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne comes out someone taps on my shoulder.

Of all times this could have happened, it happens now.

I turn around. It's one of the girls i think i saw yesterday. "Hey aspen!" she giggles. Oh god what now. "Brea, said your into the guy by your locker." she giggles again. What the hell is going on. "We just wanted to congratulate you on finding someone as trashy of yourself." she collapses back into her seat hysterically laughing. What did i do to deserve things girls rude remarks? And who the hell is Brea?!?

It takes guts not to punch that girl. What was her name? Lindsay? Leslie? Lucy? Lacie? Lily? Not important right now. What is important is the current debate of not punch her in the face or to leave her alone. The 'Leave her alone option' is inconsequential, all though the 'Punch her in the face option' is SUPER tempting.

The bus pulls into the school.

I walk down a couple of hallways down to my locker. unlock it and put a couple of books in there I don't need till later.

Then he shows up.

"Hey sweetheart, did you miss me?" he says leaning against the next door locker. I roll my eyes. "Heard that you've got the hots for me, huh? Can't blame ya!" he says and winks at me. I roll my eyes. "Shut it." I mutter under my breath. "C'mon sweetheart don't leave me hangin'." he calls out to me as I quickly walk down the hall. Maybe being at my old school was better.

Time for class.

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I sit at the lunch table alone. My backpack on the floor as I open up my bottle of Pepsi. This day has been terrible. A handful off tables down, I see a small group of girls and boys dressed all in black. The girls either have unnatural black hair or pink or purple hair. They have black eyeliner, black eye shadow and black lipstick. Even the guys wears black eyeliner. You'd think I'd be like that. Doodling bombs in a diary with a skull on the front, writing morbid thoughts and poems of death in my English notebook, and isolating myself. Okay, maybe I don't wear the happiest of colors or fit in with the popular crowd but i'm not THAT excessive. they take it to the extreme. I wonder what it's like to hang out with them. I shiver.

I quietly finish lunch.

Time to finish another wonderful day.

I love sarcasm.