Silence is Suicide.

Chapter Seventeen

Silence is Suicide.

Chapter Seventeen.

Who called my name? She sounded like Annabel in one way or another, but, then again, everything reminds me of my lost love. There is a slight possibility it was my girl. A huge smile formed on my face. Somehow I knew I was getting my hopes up.

Then, my heavy heart hit the ground. It was only the fawn brown haired girl, Rae, who called out my name.

I sighed and gave her a slight friendly wave.

She smiled and began to walk toward me. "Since when did you work here?" she asked noting the broom in my hand.

I shrugged.

She giggled, "That's Andrew, my boyfriend. He's getting a tattoo today." She flashed her perfectly white teeth at me when she smiled. "I'm thinking about getting my nose pierced, but I'm a total chicken. What do you think, Emerson?"

She wanted my opinion? That was unexpected. I looked around for a piece of paper, then i remembered there were some in the back room. I looked at her and held up my finger again, then sprinted to the back room. I ripped some paper and grabbed the nearest pen as quickly as I could. I wrote "Go For It." then scampered back to where Rae was standing. 

I held the paper up and she blushed.

"You think so?" she giggled, hiding her smile.

I nodded yes. then wrote, "You'd look amazing."

She smiled again, unable to hide it and whispered a "Thanks." I watched her walk away toward her boyfriend, Andrew.

Jeremy lead my enemy over to the first station. I watched from a distance, trying to hide from Andrew. He's the one who usually starts my torment. If he saw me, I can guarantee he'll flip out and make an unneeded scene. 

I slipped into the back room and started to doodle on the paper for a little bit. Time flew by quickly.

"Hey," a voice whispered to me, it startled me, and I turned around to face them.

Rae was standing in the doorway smiling at me. "Mind if I sit with you?"

I stood up and offered her my seat. She blushed slightly and accepted it. I sat down in the chair next to her.

She noticed my drawings. "Wow, these are amazing." she said in awe, paging through them with a soft touch. "I think this one is my favorite." Rae showed my the drawing of a rose with a butterfly on a fallen petal. Honestly, that was my favorite too, I spent a lot of time drawing it.

I ripped a piece of paper and wrote, "You can keep it." 

She looked back up at me, blushing, "Honestly?"

I nodded yes.

She reached over and hugged me. She looked into my pain-stricken eyes, "Thank you, it's beautiful."