Carry Me Home

Chapter 6

The next day I dressed up, signifying my mourning. My black mini shorts had a silver chain hanging down from them and the fishnets stuck out from underneath them. My boots were up to my knees, and my midnight tank was hidden under a leather jacket. Pulling on my fingerless gloves and slinging my backpack on, I walked to school. My mom didn’t even bother telling me to get breakfast. Jacob and Tasha had left for school early so they weren’t able to nag me either.

Walking down the street people would stare at me. “What are you looking at?” I said to one.  After that, very few people stared at me.

 When I got to school people were still looking at me, I ignored them and walked over to the first friend I saw, Sike. “Wow, what’s the-oh,” he said when he saw my gloves. I used these gloves as a universal signal that it was a bad day. Immediately Sike stopped talking. He knew I wasn’t going to answer any questions, and that I wasn’t in the mood for anyone to talk to me.

We caught up with everyone else in the main hallway. Malissa was the only one that said anything, “Hey guys.” That’s when she saw that Sike wasn’t talking. Everyone looked down at my hands, and gave me the gift of silence.

My day whizzed by, kids giving me odd glances, teachers acting as if I’m absent. At lunch you-know-who joined us. We had just gone through the line and I had purposefully gotten all chocolate except for my water. Chocolate always helped with my mood, hopefully it would continue to do so. So there we were, sitting peacefully at our table, minding our own business, eating our chocolate cookies. He walks over and in a perky little, oblivious voice said, “Hey guys, what’s up?”

For a second I thought he was actually going to sit down next to me. How dare he? Who does he think he is, that he can just walk up to us and assume that we accept him? He could kill you a small voice in the back of my mind said. And that’s when it happened, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, I cried. I cried for Robert, I cried for my friends that had no idea what was happening, I cried for Mark who hadn’t been told about Rob, I cried for dad, wherever he was, and I cried for me. Mostly I cried for me as I lay my head down and cried. I cried softly and passionately as my tears fell down my arm, making a small pool there. And I knew everyone was looking at me. Not staring, just looking, feeling sorry for me in all my misery, even though they have no idea what had mad me so upset. And one curious gaze that I could feel upon me, it was him, Mars. Just thinking his name caused all my grief and pain turn into anger towards him.

“You!,” I cried up at him, “This is all your fault, you friggn’ alien!!”

With that I ran out of the cafeteria, whose attention I had now fully captivated and I sprinted towards the far benches. The far benches were a place rarely anyone went.

*my pov*

It was the unspoken of place where you went when you wanted to be alone, or to be alone with someone close to you. No clicks existed there, only the people that you loved, and it was a sticky obeyed rule that it was forbidden to follow anyone there.

Which is why, when Bianca got up and yelled at Mars her friends tried to stop her, but when she ran away with a purpose no one followed her…except someone did.

*Dianna’s POV*

I didn’t go strait for the benches, instead I lay on the ground, beneath all the memories that had been carved into the tables above me. Because this is where I belonged, I wasn’t on the same level as all those other people that came here to mourn, I was below them. I was, to some extent, from hell. They belonged above me, even though I held authority over them. They stood under me, even though I was over them. And for once, I wanted to be in my proper place, to see what it felt like to be beneath everybody.

Nearby someone was watching, undetected, hidden under the shade of the tree’s branches.