Toxic Lullaby {H.S}

Chapter One

Harry

The clear view from outside the bus started changing the moment the bus moved. Trees and busy people pass by as I waited for my exact location to come into view.

Different colored eyes bore into me as I lean in to the pole that stands in the middle. Whispers filled my ear, but the whispers weren't meant for me to hear.

The whispers were about me.

Hush tones were heard as I tried to ignore them. Comments about my physical appearance ushers its way to my already annoyed ear. Eyes looks at me from my head to toe and disgusted looks were given.

A loud ding was heard as the bus stops in a halt. My feet quickly made its way out of the vehicle that was full of demons, my kind. My kind always seems to push me away from them. I guess I'm just not that deserving to be in their group. Either way, it doesn't matter. Why should I have a group of people like me when I can create my own league?

People these days don't understand the true meaning of unique. They just had to hold on to what people think about them and never looked down where the bright side lies. They think it's awfully important how they should look, talk or even walk. Everyone these days are perfectionist; but none seems to be what they dreamt. The perfect they speak of is long gone, because they, themselves, took it away and threw it to other people's faces showing them how perfect they are.

"Harry."

Gemma, the most important thing that has ever happened to me, spoke. Sincerity can be heard in her soft, calming voice. I felt her hand on my shoulder as I try to run away from the words I knew she want to get out of me.

"Mum will be alright." She lied, terribly.

"You keep saying things you don't know, Gemma." I chuckled, knowing that the one person who doesn't lie lied straight to my face, showing me how weak she is.

"I know but-"

"It hurts to know that you have given up too. You've let this cruel world get to you."

I left her with no explanation, just like I always do.

I never knew how a happy family turned into a broken one. Fantasy was all I lived in when I was a small child. There was no care at all even if I left a scar on my skin from falling on the ground. I just kept playing because that is all that matters. It gives a happy source to my life, even to my mother's. It was all fun when you have no knowledge because the ones who have greater knowledge are the one who sees reality. I'd rather be a fool than a broken man.

"Excuse me, sir."

Another soft voice stops me from getting into my quiet kingdom. I look down to be meet with brown locks and a very massive blue-gray eyes.

"Yes?"

"I think I might be lost. I'm looking for room B23." She speak with confidence lacing her small voice.

"Help yourself because I sure will not help you."

And then I kept walking because no spit should be wasted on a girl who doesn't even know how to look for herself. In short, a brat.
As I kept walking, eyes still crept on my body as if I hold a weapon that might kill, which I wish was real.

Nothing seem to matter though. Every single one in this school os a fool. All of my friends are better than these people. They think the same way as I do and they carefully let me grew up without them judging mentally or orally. They just speak the truth, which is the best way to comfort me.

I went to the laboratory room, the one that was abandoned and dark. Old stuffs scattered around the big room and broken glasses were placed on a floor. The room smells like cigarette, just like the one I smoke. The era was quiet and the pitch dark room was comforting. I went in the room and lighted up the toxic substance that was placed between my lips. Smoke filled the air as I puff out the white, visible air. The scent in the room was awful, just like everyone else. Everyone else stinks. That's all I know.

And so, I stayed in the same spot until the bell rung, and it was time for a lunch break.

I walked in the cafeteria that was full of chattering and unknown people. Different people with different friends that isn't loyal to each other after all, girls talking about boys, boys talking about sex. Just a normal era that I didn't like. I didn't want to starve and die in that lab anyways. I still got time in this world, although its cruel.

I walked to the counter where people were lined up.

"Hi Harry." The girl from last night said.

I gave her a look before turning my attention back to the line. Last night was done and she is a nothing anymore. Pleasure is pleasure, no other feeling than a feeling with scientific explanation.

I heard her release a light groan making my lips twitch up in a smirk.

After getting my food, I went and found a sit, which was hard because the cafeteria was full of people. I sat down in a corner with the same girl with the massively big blue eyes. Books are on her small hands and eyeglasses lay on her nose.

"Hi." She spoke the moment she sees me sitting down.

I ignored her and eat the awful food. I stayed silent as I chew. The girl cleared her throat causing me to look up at her. She offered an unconvincing smile which I shook away.

"I haven't seen you in any classes today."

"I don't need to go to any." I lowly spoke after I swallowed the food that tastes like metal with a mix of old paper.

Disgusting.

I didn't hear any of her small voice after my remark so I took a quick glance at her. Her eyes was sunk in and embarrassment was written all over it from the way I speak to her.

Well she better know how to face the real attitude of a man.

The book on her hand was silently placed down as she chew on her sandwich. Her mouth moved but it didn't open. I noticed a very expensive looking bracelet cover her tiny wrist and her clothes were perfectly straighten by an ironing stuff. Her hair is now in a messy bun and her bust shows of quite beautifully.

"Nice boobs." The words came rolling out of my mouth smugly.

Her eyes widen from the spoken words as she tries to cover her breast with her tiny pale hands. She looks down on the ugly painted ground, her features screaming shyness.

She is too polite. Too nice.

She should have said something as a comeback but she just stayed quiet on her tiny little safe zone. She didn't want to create a fight. She's a weak and pathetic girl and I hate her already. I hate weak people.

Even the one who gave birth to me 18 years ago.