Lost at heart

Chapter 7: Falling

Kyle's POV
I sat on the small two-seater couch and looked at my bright blue cap with black on the rims.
My stomach twisted as I thought about what Brandon would do to me if he saw me with Alessia.
It was around 6 in the morning when I started to think:
Will he beat me up with Alessia?
Will they get a new person in their group?
Would he even... Kill me?
I swallowed.
"Let's be reasonable- he wouldn't kill somebody!"
Logic and confidence kicked in and I jumped up off the couch and headed for the door, grabbing my hoodie along the way.
I wouldn't need my bike cause I would be walking with Alessia.
--------Time skipz4dayzdard-------
When I got there, I had to wait a little bit away from her home, incase someone else came out.
A few minutes after I got to Alessia's house, she came out, and jumped a little, obviously not expecting me to be there.
"Kkyyaaahh!" She half yelled.
I jumped up and jogged up to her.
She cautiously took a step back.
"...where're the others?" She hissed,
"Did she really think that they would be here? This early in the morning? It was 6:30 for gods sake!" I thought.
"No, why would they?" I responded
"..." She just stared at me, looking doubtful.
I didn't want this to be awkward, even thought it would be difficult for it not to be.
"Anyway, why are you up this early?"
I asked, I was moderately confused when she came out so quickly.
"...my.. Family can be a bit agitated in the morning." She said, pausing at 'family'.
We walked slowly through the neighbourhood, as it was still quite early in the morning, listening to the birds and the trees.
She kept her distance from me, and every so often would glance at me.
I didn't mind.
I kept listening to the calm surroundings.
I closed my eyes.
I liked the sound.

"What?" The voice beside me queried.
I opened my eyes and looked at her.
"Hm?"
"You were smiling." She said with a monotoned voice.
I chuckled. "I'm not nearly as much as a brute as you think." I said.
"Hmm..."
We had a bit more small talk before getting to school, and boy did it look abandoned.
It was now 6:47 and no one was there.
"... You can stop now." She abruptly said.
"Stop what?" I was a little surprised she'd still think i was lying.
I know I wasn't there sometimes when The others were hurting her...
But, still...
"Ugh! Just stop acting like you care! You never did and never will! Just like your other retarded friends!" She yelled suddenly, and abruptly started looking fearful.
Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth, and stared at me, backing up and running.
Even though she doesn't exactly like me, I won't give up on her!

Alessia's POV
"W-what have y-you done?! You s-stupid little bitch!" I screamed at my reflection in the mirror in the girl's bathroom.
I was furious!
I punched the mirror out of rage, and broke it.
Shattered mirror pieces lodged themselves into my fist, causing me to yelp in pain, and blood drip down to the bathroom floor.
I carefully took my fist out of the hole in the wall, and took a tissue packet out of my back, and started cleaning up my hand.
It was at this moment I knew...
Kyle wasn't lying.
And I had just ruined my chance to get a friend.
The strange thing was I had friends before high school. They had just went to other schools.
But there's a big difference if you don't have friends.
Friends care for you.
They help you.
They stand up for you.
I could've gotten a friend...
... But I couldn't keep my bratty mouth shut!
No, I just had to yell!
At this point, I was on the floor, crying into my hands.
My head was pulsing, and it was around 7.
"G-get... A gr-grip of yourself!" I muttered.
I didn't want anyone to see me like this.
After maybe 20 minutes, I got up, wiped away my tears, and went outside.
They're people around, which surprised me that no one had come into the bathrooms.
I trudged along the path way, taking my white scarf out of my bag and put it around my neck, hiding my broken mind with a straight face.
-----time skip-----
It was now lunch, and I sat under a large oak tree, on the far side of the school.
I just sat there, and stared upwards at the broad, old trunk.
I looked back down at my cold hands, and wrapped them around me.
And cried silently into my scarf.
Listening to the sound of the leaves and birds in the old oak tree.
I stopped crying and just closed my eyes.
And rested, My heart slowing.
And I questioned myself.
"How...how do you kill the demons inside of you?.." I produced a dry, sad laugh "..Without killing yourself.."
And started crying again.
Alone.