I heard the boy behind me scream first. Then the woman in front of me on the right.
What was wrong with them? I thought I looked beautiful. I opened up the front camera again. I did look beautiful. The word Love written across my mouth in my own crimson ink. The Lo on my right cheek and the ve on my left. A lady who had been sitting up near the front rushed to me. She had beautiful dark chocolate colored skin, and bouncing black ringlets that fell past her shoulders framed her pretty pixie shaped face. She was wearing light periwinkle colored scrubs and her name tag read Sunni. Her light hazelish green eyes stared deep into my dark blue ones. "Oh my god, honey, are you okay? What happened? " I said nothing, still silenty searching in her eyes for any sign that she may have been suspicious. But I caught none. Not even a glint. I knew I could trust this lady.
"Mommy taught me that this is how you look beautiful. She said its better than make up cause makeup makes your face strange. I just wanted to look nice for my trip. " I finally answered innocently. Sorrow and remorse filled her flower-like eyes. "Oh, baby, that ain't how you look pretty. Here, those cuts are deep darlin'. You wanna come to work with me? At the hospital? We can get you all fixed up and beautiful, how bout that? " I bobbed my head up and down like a child. She laughed a little and took my hand as we walked up front to where she had been sitting. As I sat down I heard "Whats your name, honey? " i sat silently thinking up a believable name. "My name's Skie. And yours is Sunni?" I questioned, pretending to read her name tag. She giggled. "Yes ma'am. Skies a pretty name. I like it. How old are you, Skie? " I thought for a second. "I'm thirteen. How old are you, Sunni? " I asked sweetly. I was trying to gain the woman's trust and it seemed to be working. "Oh honey, I'm old. I'm 29." i giggled. "that ain't old, Sunni! You're younger than my older brother, Kellin! You got a family Sunni? " Now it was her turn to snicker. "OH yes, Baby girl. I got a five year old daughter named Sheba, and a three year old son named Grayson. And I got one on the way," she patted her barely showing stomach," whos names gonna be either Braidan or Cylia." i smiled sweetly.
" i have a twin sister named Ellie. And a younger sister named Lucy. Shes four. And my brother name Kellin, whos twenty two. "
" i thought you said I was younger than him? " she asked laughing. Maybe I didn't think that part through.
"I, uhh-" she cut me off as an odd expression covered her face. She reached up to touch my face. I flinched, jumping back about a foot, falling out of the bus seat. I backed up against the side of the bus, anger tearing through me. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" i screamed. Everyone was looking at me. Everyone. I didn't know what to do. I ran back to the seventh seat and got my knife. I waved it in the air.
"Who wants to be beautiful first? "
I turned swiftly, slashing the boy behind me across his forehead. He screamed as rich crimson poured down his face and into his eyes. He wouldn't stop screaming, why wouldn't he stop screaming, why wouldn't he stop screaming? I quickly slashed across the boy's throat, causing blood to pour from his neck as well as his face.
I looked back at the woman who had tried to help me earlier. She was doing nothing. Just staring at me, eyes filled to the brim with fear. Why wouldn't she stop staring? I quickly ran over to her, instantly gouging her beautiful flower like eyes out of her head. The young woman in the back screamed, a young man beside her staring at me in awe. I panicked. I pinned the young woman's arms as she tried to fight me off. I quickly slashed her throat deeply. The young man looked at me and surprisingly uttered the word "hi". I smiled. He looked about my age. "hello" i said back. His eyes went wide when he looked behind me. "Ann-" the boy's attempt to warn me was cut off when I spun around quickly and stabbed the bus driver, Who had cunningly tried to sneak up on me, plunging my knife into his heart, swiftly pulling it back out as his body fell to the ground. I turned and looked at the boy, examining the knife in my small hands. I grinned slyly.
"So where were we?"
