Dead Girls & A Broken Heart ***EDITING MAJORLY***

Dead Girls & A Broken Heart - Chp 9

Betrayal is the only truth that sticks. -- Arthur Miller

Tears, I hated them. Yet they were unavoidable. I felt betrayed and most importantly hurt. I held respect for Luke and feelings I couldn’t deny it. If I hadn’t I would have snapped at work. I was starting to regret what I had said to him or hadn’t yet it seemed fitting and if anything good getting it off my chest. Luke hadn’t made contact yet and that hurt even more knowing he had no desire to at least pick up the broken pieces or just try. I was also starting to doubt myself; was it the right thing to say, do? Should I apologize? Yet I knew it wasn’t my mistake even if I knew him for very little time I couldn’t believe he’d do that, I expected him to be better or I at least had more faith in him. It was just…heartbreaking that I had lost all faith with people.

The next couple days of school were utter hell. Eyes were on me and some students literally stepped out of the way as if I was contagious. If everything wasn’t so bad I would have laughed. Did they think I’d cast a curse or something? Gabs stuck by my side and shot glares at any of the people that she caught scurrying away, whispering, and staring or out rightly saying something offensive towards me. Between us though it was…awkward. It was different now; she had no idea how to comfort me. It wasn’t the two of us finding our friend murdered in her room, no it was now me on my own. I had discovered two murder scenes, become a suspect and was now the talk of the school. No thanks to Danni.

The name “Jinx” had stuck, both directly and not directly towards me. In whispers I could still hear and make out my name on the tip of everyone’s tongue whereas others had the nerve to come up and say it to my face or say it loudly as I walked by. Danni had achieved what she wanted; for every person to avoid me as if I was the plague itself. Rumors where spreading and some of them were becoming just as extreme and horrible as the rumors being spread about the murders, my involvement was being linked to witchery and such. They were becoming so horrible and awful that I was starting to wonder and question whether this town even knew me. Where they heartless? I could see in some of their faces that they felt sympathy for me, but it hurt more as they just stood back and watched. None of them stuck up for me.

My iPod became a necessity; it drained out all and swept me away.

Apart from the torment from the students the looks from the teacher’s and adults was just as worse. The teacher’s sat back and did nothing and I that hurt even more, true they probably didn’t know the full extent but still it hurt. Besides that the look of pity was something I wish I could scratch of their face, I’d lost count of how many times they’d offered to “chat”.I was getting pity glances from every way possible.

Adults seemed to be not better when it came to respecting others privacy and rumors. Parent’s looked on at me with pity, curiosity and caution. I seemed to be on the tip of everybody’s tongue, all of them knew of my past and what I’ve dealt with and yet they didn’t feel the need to give me privacy nor did they feel the need to support me. I felt shunned, by my whole entire hometown, abandoned.

The media was a whole new level; it wasn’t just the hometown newspaper attacking me, but also the nearby towns and the state news. If it wasn’t the newspaper wanting a quote it was a magazine, the radio, TV news. They bombarded me on more levels than one, they were like vultures. I wasn’t even safe at home with the phone ringing; James had contacted someone in help of getting that solved. The media were swamping out their beliefs and also what they advised to parents. Parents were getting more drastic and serious; parents were setting curfews, some kids had to go straight from school to home, were others were just banned from going to parties and such. Where other parents were even more drastic and sent their children away to boarding schools and such. Overall Pearson wasn’t the safe little town it was, things were changing and all was becoming more eerie and people were either gossiping or avoiding others out of ear. Nobody suddenly felt safe, nor did anyone feel trusted.