Keep your head down Dana, I think to myself.
I stroll through the Caldwell hallways, trying to avoid the prolonged stares and obvious whispers, but it's not easy. When I hear them say her name I look up and almost convince myself that she'll turn the corner and smile at me, saying this whole thing was a big joke.
But she won't, and those people in the hallways saying they're sorry for me and they loved her, didn't love her. They didn't know her. And I know they didn't know her, because I'm not even sure I did.
Violet was, guarded, to say the least. But she had this way of telling you the bare minimum about her and getting you to spill everything without you catching on.
It's not exactly her fault that she never lets anyone in, when she did let someone in, they played her and left her for dead.
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"I love you." Violet whispered to him, with a slight blush on her cheeks.
With him, she was open and vulnerable, and that scared her, but the words seemed to fly right out when she was with him.
Violet wasn't sensitive, or in touch with her emotions, but the way he seemed to wake every emotion in her was thrilling yet nerve-wracking all at once. And she did love him. Until that all came crashing down.
Until, she wasn't allowed to love him anymore.
Until he had his way with her, beat her up and left her on the side of the road.
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I walk into the art room, -my favorite and Vi's least favorite class- and see a new boy sitting at Violet's old easel; next to mine. Of course, I glare at him and make the situation uncomfortable until he speaks up.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yeah, you're in my dead best friends chair."
"Shit," he said looking pale "that's not a common one, my bad."
"It's okay, you can stay, but if you dare ask her name I will beat you with a paint brush, you didn't know her and don't get to."
"What, why?"
"BECAUSE YOU WANT TO STROLL IN HERE AND ACT LIKE YOU ARE SORRY THAT SHE DIED WHEN YOU, LIKE HALF THE MOTHERFUCKERS IN THIS BUILDING, DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HER MIDDLE-FUCKING-NAME!"
Shit, if Mrs. Ackleson heard -by the shouting that could've been heard from China- which I'm sure she did, I've already gotten my self a one-way ticket to In-School-Suspension.
"Dana Tanner!"
Damn it.
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