I walked out of the class without even waiting for the teacher to leave first. I didn't want to even look at her face now. I quickly unlocked my locker, kept my books and took out the books for my next class. As soon as I closed the locker I met her eyes. She was staring at me, leaning on her locker, which was beside mine. "Why are you such a creep?" I asked as I started moving down the corridor for my next class. "I'm not, I just wanna have a convo with you." She answered back as she tried matching my pace. "I don't have time for a conversation with you, so try not follow me everywhere," I pushed the door and went inside my next class, leaving her standing in front of the door.
After the all the classes had finished that day, I met her again. "I need a favour." She said. I was packing my bag. "Ask someone else." I stated without even showing a bit of interest. "I'm lacking behind in calculus" She said. "I'm not into tu-" I was interrupted, "I don't know anyone else in this school." I closed my locker and started moving towards the main door of the school, "I'm not interested" I said as I mounted on my skate board. "I don't care I'm going to your house today. You'll help me complete my calculus homework." She said. I sighed, "Fine, but only till 5 after that you'll leave me." She nodded. We reached my house.
I kept my bag on the couch and plopped down on the bean bag. I felt exhausted. Mentally exhausted. I hated having people over. My thoughts were interrupted. "Is this your pet? A pet tarantula? It's so cool bro." She said crouching in front of the terrarium on the floor. "Can you like do fast and show me your homework? I wanna get over with it as soon as possible." I said with my eyes closed and a frown on my face. "Where are your parents?" She said ignoring me as show moved around my house looking at the photo frames on the wall; even with my eyes closed I could sense her movement. "None of your business." I said taking out my phone from my pocket. "Where is your mother?" She asked again. "Dead" I said unmindfully. I didn't realize what I had blurted out while scrolling through the reels. "What happened?" She asked again making me realize what I had just said. "You don't have to know. If you don't want to show me your assignment, then your fucking free to leave." I said as I stood up from the couch and pointed my fingers towards the door. She seemed to ignore my words and asked again. "Where is your dad?" She was really getting on my nerves. "I FUCKING TOLD IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." I snapped back at her and pinning her against the wall. "I told you to fucking leave if you didn't want to do your calculus assignment." I said to her face as she was still pinned against the wall. My forearm pinning her to the wall. My action was so sudden that her face, had this expression of fear mixed with disgust. I realized she was losing her breath when her face started turning red. I removed my hand from her throat. "I'm sorry." I said as I quietly went and sat down on the couch this time. She coughed and gasped for breath. After gaining back her breath she said, "I didn't have any calculus assignment. I had a psychology project. I had to work on a person who is suicidal and you are the only suicidal person I know from this town. So yeah I had to ask some questions and note the answers down." She said as she picked her bag, which was near the door, up from the floor. "I'm sorry but I'm not going to help you with this project. Your free to leave." This time I didn't just point towards the door. I opened the door for her. She went out quietly. Standing on the porch she turned to look at me once, but I slammed the door on her face. Her eyes were glossy. I thought I saw that; maybe I was overthinking. She wasn't crying, I guess. I came back and laid down on the floor in front of the fire place. The cold weather outside, was not colder than what I have been feeling since 9 years old.
I did the same thing to Agnes, my father did to my sister. That monster had killed my sister, when she kept on asking questions about where mom was. The scene that had been created few seconds back, was like a deja vu of what had happened when I was 5. Was I turning into that monster? But why was I feeling guilty. Who was Agnes fucking Abbott? A stranger who was trying to enter my life. I hated sharing my things since the day my sister was killed by my dad. She was just a small kid, of 4. She was bound to ask questions, but why did he kill her. The thoughts were overwhelming. I hated it when things happened like this.
I got up and went towards the bathroom cabinet. I had my powders there. I took one out and came out to the dinning table. I poured some of it on the table and created the segments using my id card. I inhaled them in. These helped me survive. After dusting away the excess from the table, I came out and curled up into a ball on the floor. My eyes we're burning. My heart was burning as if there was a hole in it. I tried hard to cry, but not even a single drop came out of my eyes. I closed my eyes and tried counting the number of stars and white balls that were forming in the dark.
