Burning your Alibi.

Chapter Six: A Beast from Water II.

I fell, my chest going first into the snow. Instead of the niceness of the fluff catching me, it bruised my ribs with rough freezing ice. My hair flung over my bloodied face, my favorite book tumbling into the falling snow, sprawling over the sidewalk. The edges start to dampen before me, wilting under the feeling.

My lip trembles, sputtering and spitting out blood that tumbles from my teeth. The snow under me is growing rosy with the substance.

I reach out for it before a strong boot slams down on my wrist, I shriek in pain, my body writhing under the feeling of the boot pulling my hand onto the ice. My legs kick under me, my knees harshly sliding under me, scratching on the ice.

"What? Something wrong?" The bully asks me with false kindness, moving to kick me in the ribs. I close my eyes, losing sight of my book, instead thinking about when I might go home after this, back to my bed.

December was always unforgiving, cold and biting under my skin. What was the point of being different if I stood out so badly like velvet in the snow? Replica of me, under my nose, seeping in coldly.

"A Kanner kid like you shouldn't be here, go back to your fantasy realm. Dream of something homophile." They spit, watching as I try to grab my book.

They grab it before me, ripping it in half down the fragile spine, discarding it into a puddle of melted snow.

My heart breaks into a million pieces, seeing my most prized possession. The one thing that makes me happy in times of sorrow, die in my eyes.

I cough out a sob, blood trembling down my lips helplessly as I grip into the icy snow.

"What is it? We could describe ourselves.. Something dirty," Simon continues, picking at the conch as he looks around.

"Humanity is dirty–" He continues, "That's why we fear, because there is something to be scared off."

Laughter erupts, making Simon's eyes widen, shrinking away a bit as he returns to his seat in defeat, my heart racing a bit. I agree with what he said, but the overbearing power of vote silences me.

"Psychotic." I hear Jack mutter, his hair tilting over his head a bit.

"Maybe he means he saw some sort of ghost."

A littlun offers, shrugging to Simon.

I clutch the conch, raising it in my fingers a bit, my eyes roaming around the group slightly. I think, wondering about our continued argument, and about everything that has happened.

Piggy steals the conch remorselessly from my clutch.

"I's don' believes' in ghosts, not ever." He says sternly, shaking his head wildly, the conch wiggling in his grubby grasp.

Jack rises as he speaks, his face fueled with rage.

"No one cares what you believe!"

"I have the conch!"

I push up, moving quickly, I slam my hand into Jack's chest, pushing him away from piggy. He moves and wrestles past me, snagging the conch from Piggy, pissing me off as I use my other hand. I push Piggy to the side, moving in towards Jack.

He makes breathless eye contact with me, as quick as the fight may have started, his face sours.

He holds the conch close to his body as I shove on him, my legs moving in almost a dancing rhythm. Clutching over his fingers as my legs weave between his and around his sides. We say no words as we struggle, tearing at one another for the conch before I look up with anger finally showing purly.