You Remind Me of White Roses

🍇Chapter 1🍇

His breathing was harsh, he could barely keep himself steady. His hands trembled as he hid behind a wall. He couldn't focus enough to even remember why he was hiding. Tristan slammed his hand over his mouth, knowing if whatever he was hiding from could hear him, he was screwed.
Suddenly a loud footstep echoed, its ringing in his ears overwhelmed him, causing him to sink his nails into his skin. The footsteps grew louder, with a sudden sharp blade grazing the cold stone floor beside him. With a sudden swing, the blade swiftly cut through his—
Tristan jolted awake in a cold sweat, blood trickling down his cheek. He raised his hands to feel it, the crimson flowing down his pale fingers. With a sigh he got up. First day of school.
Grabbing a hold of his phone and headphones, he quickly put them on and blasted loud metal in his ears. Getting up on his feet, he stretched with a yawn, shaking his head to the rhythm of the singer's groans and screeches. Moving his fingers along to the beats of the drums.
Putting on his clothes of black leather and spikes, he moved to his mirror, gripping onto his desk as he moved his stuff around to look for his eyeshadow pallet, which mainly consisted of black. Finding it, he messily smudged it on his eyelids and under the eye. His siblings say it makes him look like death, but that was kind of the point. He then carefully penned his eyeliner, sharp and excessive how he liked it. For a final touch to the makeup, he dapped some white ghostly paint on his face and evened it out. Then lastly, his favorite rings, covering each of his fingers.
Gripping the railing, he walked downstairs to meet his siblings. Damian was on his phone, probably talking to some bitch or his boyfriend. Lindsay was making breakfast, cooking healthy meals for each of them with elegance. And Poppy, she was already complaining about the school year.
He couldn't hear what she was saying, due to his music being so loud. He didn't plan on turning off soon but Lindsay ended up yanking them off his head, "Tristan aren't you listening to me?" she frowned.
Tristan kept a straight face, "No. I was listening to the new Crusher album." he said, not understanding why she was mad.
"Do you want ham or bacon?" she gestured to his plate.
Tristan shook his head "Not hungry.".
Lindsay dumped a piece of ham onto his plate and shoved it over to him "You're eating, father said you need to so you don't pass out as much as you did last year." she said, putting a pan into the sink and rinsing it off.
Tristan sighed, grabbing his headphones and putting them back on, closing his eyes and opening his medicine and taking them. He needed to have a good year. He can't have a shitty year again. Giving in, he nibbled on the ham.
Slamming the car door shut, he watched as his siblings ran off to their other friends. Damian over to his group of fake assholes that brag about going over the speed limit to girls who just want their dicks and money. Lindsay to her nerdy, smelly, bullied a lot, friends. And Poppy to an overly dressed group of friends that judge anyone they come across.
Tristan on the other hand. Had no friends. His siblings were there for him, but they don't seem interested in being around him. Their faces are always distorted and harsh when they're around him. He can't handle looking them in the eyes anymore.
Turning his music up more, he sighed and walked over to the front, walking inside and into the crowded lunchroom. Tones of distorted, blurred, uncanny, faces surrounded him. His head began to spin in fear, he despised each and everyone there. Stumbling to get to a corner, he sprinted to his classroom right away. No one would be there yet, right? It's only 7:15! he turned the corner and slammed right into someone, twisting his ankle and flying into the wall close to him.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" a voice stammered. He groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his head. His vision blurred a little before regaining focus to meet a boy standing above him.
Tristan looked at the boy in shock. Their eyes met, locking into each other for a while. His expression read something of worry, worry for him. His hand reached out to help him. Tristan hesitated, quickly getting up on his feet by himself.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," the boy said, "I wasn't paying attention, my bad.".
Tristan trembled, fixing his coat, struggling to come up with the words, staring directly at the boy in confusion.
The boy looked to be content being around him, not fearful, not uncomfortable, not hateful. Content. "I should get going, sorry again." he said, waving goodbye to him like he has known him his whole life. Tristan watched as he continued off into the hallway, peeking over the corner. Tristan hid behind the wall, questioning if he hit his head too hard in the impact.
Tristan walked into class after calming himself down. He had Reading first period, he knew it would be easy, he liked the teacher anyways, nothing will go wrong.
That boy sat near his assigned desk. This time he got a good look at the boy. He was in baggy clothes that looked like they'd barely fit him, he was also albino, which was rare to see, it kind of reminded him of white roses.
Tristan quietly walked over to his seat, trying to avoid eye contact with him. Before he could sit down, the boy noticed him already, he softly giggled. Tristan looked at him.
"Sorry, just find it funny that I left you not aware that you'd be sitting next to me during the first period." he said, his expression seemingly guilty, but happy?
Tristan sat down and quietly nodded, fidgeting with his rings. His eyes trailed down to his hoodie, the Crusher symbol, plastered on his chest. His eyes widened and he accidentally blurted "You like Crusher?".
The boy nodded, "It's probably the best band ever in my opinion, well in metal that is." he said, looking down at his desk, seemingly embarrassed.
Tristan grabbed his arm "I love Crusher!" he said, staring directly into his eyes. The boy jumped a little, causing Tristan to quickly realize he might've hurt him and backed away.
They sat silently, awkwardly.
He spoke out to break the silence between them, "I'm Walten by the way." he held his hand out to shake his, Tristan took his and shook hands with him "Tristan." he tried to smile.