You're My Heaven To My Hell

Chapter 13

"Sometimes a minute with my thoughts... Feel like a whole century has passed. There's no escape." -Author.

*Aurora's POV*

Finally, I step inside of my house after being dropped off by Izaac and left with my ears being blasted by his singing of Post Malone in the car.

That boy is definitely not talented in that aspect... But, as long as he isn't applying for X factor, it's all good.

I place my bag down in the living room and I relax against the sofa, as I think back to the first day of school.

Luckily, the worst case scenarios in my head didn't occur, like tripping over chairs, ending up in another dimension, getting attacked by priests and old ladies.

Well, I was attacked by a girl called Jess, which wasn't too great. But, apart from that, I made it out alive.

Let's hope that continues.

"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 that student who constantly gets into fights, nearly ending up dead or would end up nearly killing everyone else..."

Atticus... All I've learnt about the boy, is that he's angry inside and a way he solves his problems, is through violence.

And, everyone hates his guts, too.

I sigh... Why am I so invested in someone who could easily burn my soul like the past has done?

Suddenly, I hear the front door open and I see my mum's head pop up, causing me to smile.

Finally, a pleasant distraction.

"Hey, how was work?" I immediately ask, leaning back and I try to blink away the tiredness.

Jesus, tell me her work went well.

"It was really great, actually." Thank you. "They let me go early because there weren't many patients around, and it was my first day. My colleagues are also lovely. I accepted lunch with them tomorrow." She says with a grin and takes her coat off, placing it on the hanger.

Glad to know we both made friends... Well, I've made one friend, but he's enough.

"That's good, mum. Well, I'll order something for us to eat but I'm going to change first." I state, knowing how we both can't cook, and I run upstairs to my room.

At least, my worries about both of our first days didn't come true.

Subconsciously, my eyes catch Atticus's room for a second and I notice the blinds are obviously down again.

But, the sunlight's hitting it so perfectly that it looks a lighter grey instead of black.

Kind of like his eyes.

"... 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.

The possibility of him snapping soon scares people... But, does that scare me?

No, it doesn't.

I didn't come to this city to be scared! I'm not scared. Nothing will scare me at al--