You're My Heaven To My Hell

Chapter 12

"I'll scream for you when your voice runs out. And I'll cry for you when your tears run dry." -Author.

*Aurora's POV*

"And Karen nearly attacked--"

I unknowingly blank out of Izaac's conversation about his course, English Literature, and I look at Atticus instead.

He's sitting on a random chair, at the opposite end of the canteen and still wearing his bloodied clothes.

He tilts his head down, adjusting the headphones on his ears, and uses a paintbrush on the same canvas he took out.

Well, he's more dedicated to art than I thought... Honestly, I expected him to get into some sort of fight already or just snap at a random kid by now.

But... Atticus seems calm.

My eyes catch another cigarette being lit from his pocket, though, and I watch as it rests between his lips.

That's why he's calm.

Wow, the London in me wants to find some holy water and spray it all over him... Yet, there's another part that just wants to rip up all the cigarettes he has.

Actually, every option would probably end up with me being drowned in holy water or ripped up in shreds.

Also... Why is Atticus completely alone?

I tilt my head in confusion, noticing how everyone else is on the other side of the canteen.

And, he's just sitting there like a ghost... Invisible to the world, yet so haunting.

Does he mind it? Being so alone... Maybe not, with the way his lips are so gracefully paintin—

His hands! His hands that are painting.

"That's Atticus, AKA the school's mysterious bad boy. He's gained the ability of scaring the shit out of everyone and hooked on him at the same time... It's a weird relationship we all have." Izaac suddenly says, causing me to jump up and I gradually nod.

Really? Well, that's reassuring due to the conflicting feelings I have for him.

"Yeah... I've noticed, and he isn't too bad on the eyes." I state, remembering how my brain even stopped at the glimpse of him. "But, um, sorry. It's just... I sit next to him in art and he's my neighbour. His family came over yesterday and he... He already is completely different to anyone I've met." I add, resting my chin on my hand and steal a quick glance at the one I'm stalking.

The way Atticus looks at me... The goosebumps I feel... It's like his touch is still on my skin.

Izaac suddenly coughs. "You moved in next door... That quickly? I'm guessing the real estate agents didn't tell you about the reasoning to why the old neighbours left." He asks, raising his eyebrows as a look of... Fear passes.

No, they did not? They said that it's a pleasant house, cheaper than the rest and cosy. No ghosts or demons.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, turning my body towards him.

I hope there are no ghosts because I did not sign up for that shit.

"Well, Atticus obviously," Izaac answers, hesitantly glancing at him. "He is definitely different... Mainly because for as long as I can remember, he's been a complete mess. Always has been the student who constantly gets into fights, nearly ending up dead or would end up nearly killing everyone else..."

Woah... You're talking about Atticus, right?

I glance at the confusing teenager.

"... Although recently, he's calmed down a bit, excluding the occasional fights. I don't know why, but it's another reason people are scared. They expect him to snap soon, like his anger is building up, and he's about to explode. But, Atticus gets let off all the time anyway as his family bribe people/cops to keep their mouths shut. So, long story short, everyone thinks he's terrifying. They could pass him on the street, and have the fear of being punched. Or they'll see him sitting on his roof quietly and assume he's planning their murder... The longer you know him, the more fear builds up and people leave." He adds, wincing a little.