Fallen World

Chapter 1

TW: suicide, cursing

Sometimes, truth differs depending in who you ask. If you ask me, truth might be a bit distorted. That's why I always get into trouble. That's why I'm in principal office right now.
But, let's take things from the start. My name is Delora Danis and I'm 16. At school I'm not the most popular. Well, I kinda am but for the wrong reasons. You see I get called to the principal's office every day, usually because some brat told a teacher something I had done. Most of the times is nothing, but they just make a big deal. I also have a younger sister, Leila. She is 16 too and, fortunately for my parents, she is the complete opposite of me. The perfect child with the perfect behaviour and the perfect grades. However, she was trying to get some of my skills. See our parents don't allow dating, so we have to lie to get out with boys. The problem for her is that she is not good at lying. That means I have to teach her a thing or two or cover up for her and find an excuse for why she was being late.
Enough with that.

Now I'm gonna tell you an interesting story, of how I got into trouble this time. My day started quite normally. I woke up, wore a pair of teared jeans, had a fight with my mom about my sense of style and rushed out of the house leaving my sister behind. I decided to go to school by skateboard. I hid it on the garage, behind some old clothes of Leila's. I arrived early, which was pretty concerning, considering being the type of student who ditched up classes and if not, always being late.

Outside the school I saw my boyfriend, Jason, with another girl. ANOTHER GIRL. And not just any girl. She was way more beautiful than me. She had long straight blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. "Wait why am I thinking like this." But, to my surprise, I wasn't mad at him. I sat there watching them. I saw him leaning in and grabbing her ass. I couldn't stand it anymore, but somehow I kept myself from throwing my pocket knife right at his face. I saw my sister coming and pretended everything was perfectly fine. Sadly, Leila knew me very well.

''What's up, Dels?'' she asked, trying not to intervene my life.
''Well, y'know.'' I hesitated at first. ''I just saw Jason with another girl...'' I replied
''And you don't feel jealous, mad as f or a slight tendency to violently stab him?''
''No, actually. I am also quite surprised. Also why I always get to be the violent jealous and angry as fuck sister? Why can't we switch for once?" I complained.
''You prove yourself like that." she teased me.

I smirked. I knew she was right but my big as fuck ego prevented me from admitting it. We quietly walked in class and I WASN'T LATE. First time in the semester. Mrs Rosier was shocked when she saw me arriving on time. She didn't tell it but her expression made it quite obvious. I went and sat with Liam, my guy best friend, and my whole friend group, which is mostly parted with boys. Leila sat with her boring friends, Sophia and Nathan. I mention them as boring because the only things they talk about are books, classes, assignments and projects. Boring stuff I only did because I didn't want to fail every class.
Nevermind. The lesson started, but I, as usual, didn't pay attention. Well I kinda paid attention, but everybody thought I wasn't because I was always chatting with Liam and Tom, another boy in the friend group, or sketching.

The lesson finished and my sister wanted to ask me for a small favor, which turned out not to be so small. She wanted me to cover up for her because she would skip class with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend (his name is not important and I hate him so it's not worth mentioning) was the complete opposite of her. He was more like me, more rock and roll and cool stuff. My sister was more like a softie coquette girl.

I went to class on time again (this started to concern me, cause I thought I had some kind of infectious disease which made me like school). I found it stange my sister wasn't there. I mean all this years she was the perfect daughter, but now she started to be a bit more rebellious. I secretly liked that part of herself.
When we finished class, went to look for her, but I couldn't find her. I asked her stupid boyfriend and he told me he hadn't seen her all week, which was strange because I had cover up for her a few more times this week. I went into the library, on the romantic book aisle, her favourite genre, and I found her. The slight problem I faced there was how I found her. She had slit her wrist with my pocket knife. Blood was all over the left sleeve of her white shirt. I was frozen and in shock. I heard some voices from down the corridor. It was the librarian. I completely ignored her voice and tried to stop my sister from bleeding. I felt Leila's heart beat slow down. Then suddenly her heart stopped beating and I couldn't do nothing. I let her die. It was my fault. If I hadn't agreed to cover up for her, she would be okay right now because nobody else would do that for her. The librarian came over and saw me next to her lifeless body. She quickly left and came back with a couple of teachers and the principal.

And that brings us to the beginning. I was at the principal's office with some police officers and my parent around me, accusing me of murdering my sister. I was the only one who knew the truth. My sister had just commited suicide and I didn't know why. They interrogated me like i was some kind of criminal. It was kinda cool. It seemed normal, like that would be my life. (God how wrong I was. I turned out to be a forensic scientist. But that is not the point right now.) I was sweating like crazy. I was sure I would go to jail for 10 years least and I will get cool tattoos on my arms and legs, like this criminals I see at TV shows. I told them my side of the story.

"...and then I saw her on the floor and tried to help her and...". My voice was shaky and my eyes started to water. No, I shouldn't cry. I am not so emotional. I should not show anyone how weak I really am. They let me and my parents go home.