Teen Romance Fantasy

Act 43 (Ty)

I ran after Alexy. Of course I did. Still, I only reached her once she had been outside. Her face was covered in salty tears. She did not want to look at me. In fact, she wanted to hide. However, I did not let her. All I wanted was for her to tell me the truth. What was going on with Alexy? Why had she been acting this way the past weeks?

I felt as though I knew the truth and yet the pieces of this puzzle did not fit. Something was not adding up. Because of that the picture turned into a burning mess. I did not want to leave it that way. I wanted to see it in its entire beauty. Therefore I tried to catch Alexy before she could slip away between my gentle hands.

"Why is it that recently all we ever do is fight?" I asked before she could run away again.

"I wonder. Why is it that recently you don't understand me anymore? It hurts me more than you can imagine."

I did not understand her. Her saying this left a salty taste in my mouth. What was there not to understand? She was the one, who had constantly gotten upset at me for no apparent reason at all. I was trying to help her but all she did was make me feel bad for doing so. I did not work together with Siren because I wanted to. I was working with her because that had been my only chance to help Alexy. 

"I want to be there for you no matter what. I want to make you feel alright but don't you see how frustrating all of this is?" I wrapped my arms around her, resting my head on her shoulder. Alexy did not like talking too much about herself. She was not normally like this but I guess she had lost all sense of reasoning.

"If you really love me then you should only have eyes for me. You're driving me crazy. All I ever wanted was someone to hold me. I don't care about the money as long as I have you."

We stared into each other's eyes. Clueless and yet drunk on love. When I saw Alexy, I felt something I never felt before. She was lovely. Everything about her was lovely. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she made me felt comfortable. I hated how we had been fighting all the time.

When we walked back in, my feed felt numb. When we made out on my bed, my hands felt numb. When my lips touched her warm skin, my heart began to feel numb. Was this really alright? Was I making the right decision or was I walking in circles? I had no idea. All I knew was that I had to stay away from Siren.

Easier said than done I guess. It was quite easy to accomplish at school. Sarah and I were strangers. We did not speak and rarely ever interacted with each other. It was kind of like what Anthony and I had. However, sometimes things were different and even when I had decided to let go, some part of my heart could not forget about either Siren or Sarah. That was why, when I saw her all alone in the canteen, her head lying on the table, I could not help but reach for her.

I was already late. Tristan, Louis, Alexy and I wanted to play basketball, since the court was actually empty for once. The basketball club took the day off because of a meeting, meaning we were free to use it. I told them that I was just going to the toilet for a second. Admittedly I never said which toilet. Surely they were not going to be bothered by my little detour, right?

Still, while I had been searching for Sarah, I did not actually imagine to run into her but there she was. Through the glass door, which divided the hallway from the canteen, I noticed her. She looked just like a shadow of herself. Despite wearing a colourful shirt, she was painted in black and white.

I did not eat in the canteen. The food was not really good to begin with and usually the canteen had been filled with noisy students. However, after school it seemed almost haunted. The portraits, which had been made and hung up by previous students, did not really help to ease the atmosphere, especially considering that all of these students died in a bus accident five years ago. Thirty two students. Twenty were girls and twelve had been guys. All dead.

I knew that I was going to regret this but still I pulled down the handle and entered the canteen with a tender heart. My blood froze in place as I noticed how the eyes of the dead stared down on me. I needed to tell myself that everything was going to be fine because otherwise I would have gone insane.

I sat down right across Sarah. She did not look up. She did not say anything. Sarah had been a corpse. Just like her I lay my head down on the table. I looked away from her. Only the backs of our heads met each other, as I noticed how cold the table really was. If I did not know any better, I would have said that it was made from ice.

"Did you know any of them?" My voiced echoed through the entire canteen, even though I was whispering.

"No, not a single one of them. What about you?"

"Same here. Thinking about it gives me the chills.

I turned around, staring at the back of her head. Her brown hair, which she had put up in a ponytail, looked messy. When had been the last time she even combed her hair? I opened her ponytail and began combing through her hair with my fingers. Her hair was almost as dark as my skin. I could have lost it inside of it.

"Perhaps I really am heartless because whenever I look at those portraits, I feel nothing. Doesn't really make a lot of sense, right Tyson?"

"Not caring about others is a bad habit of yours. It really does make you seem like a heartless doll."

It was hard to get rid of all the knots in her hair but eventually I did it. I put her black rubber band back on. Once her hair was back in a ponytail, Sarah turned around. I stared at her deep brown, marble-like eyes and she at mine. The scent of her perfume was stronger than usual. All that just so she could hide it. The sorrow and the pain. The one thing she wanted to forget. The truth she despised. Just like a white room filled with nothing but air and darkness. She was isolated from the world by a single locked door. She was heartless and I was just too loving. I could not pretend as if I did not notice how she tried to hide her hands and especially her wrists from me.

"Will you give me your hand?"