Death Omnibus: Book 1~ Suicide Silence

Whispers In The Dark

The first rays of the morning sun shone through the window onto my eyes, waking me up from a wondrous dream I wished was reality. Hulling myself off the bed, I made my way to the bathroom, taking a shower and changing into black skinny jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, covered by a black strapless corset top. I combed my long black hair, sweeping the skater bangs out of my eyes so I could apply the black eyeliner, to bring out the large, bright green eyes nestled into my head. With one last look in the mirror, I grabbed my bad, leaving the house with out a word. I walked down the street to the school, less than five minutes from my house, the chains in my black biker boots signaling to the people around me that I was coming.

I kept my eyes low on the ground, making sure not to catch the sideways looks of disgust, and fear. I walked up the sidewalk path to the lockers, reaching my own, I saw it was graffitied with words like “Freak” "Bitch” "Emo" and “Loser.” I blinked away the tears that welled up in my eyes. Opening the locker, I retrieved my books and walked to class, sitting in my usual spot closest to the door. I got through first block easily enough, then went to second block expecting the worst.

As soon as I walked in I was attacked by two cheerleaders. “Well. Look who it is, the Goth freak form Hell. I’m surprised up didn’t skip today. I mean, I thought we made it clear that you don’t fit in here.”

I tried to talk back to her. “Ashley-” I was cut off by the other girl, Jenna.

“No, you don’t get a say in this, you’re a loser who makes this school seem bad, nobody wants you here, why don’t you just leave?” more tears began to form in my eyes, but before they could do more damage, the teacher Mrs. Mandy called for the attention of the class.

I didn’t pay any attention in class, instead I drew a picture of a small child against a wall, crying. Before I knew it, the bell had rung, and I was out the door before anyone had the chance to stop me. I nearly ran to lunch, sitting at an empty table, felling too despondent to eat. Instead I thought about what Jenna had said. She was right, nobody wanted me in school and nobody paid attention to me at home, I was a misfit in a “you-have-to-fit-in” place. I looked around the cafeteria, knowing no one would dare sit next to me, even the other Goth kids, they had a place, I didn’t belong anywhere.

The rest of school was quite, nobody said anything to me, and I said nothing back. On my way back home however, a large group of “popular” kids walked up to me, blocking my path. I clutched the battered spiral notebook with my pictures and “feelings” in it. “Hey Avery.” one of the guys said. “Where you going so soon?” I looked away, desperate to leave. Another girl looked at my notebook.

“What you got there Ave?” she asked, snatching the book out of my hands. I made a move for it, but my hand was caught by one of the guys, and then quickly dropped, like it burned to touch me. The girl that took my book, began flipping through the pages, wide eyed. “You’ve got a lot of stuff in here Ave, you mind if I borrow it. Oh who am I kidding, of coarse you don’t mind.” she turned and left, followed by a few of the people in the group. I clenched my jaw, desperately not wanting her to read the book.

My chest began to move faster as my breathing accelerated. Tearing rising up in my eyes, falling down in large drops. “OH my lord she’s crying.” one of them said, but I didn’t bother with them, instead I pushed past them running as fast as my feet would take me. I ran home, skipping steps so that I could get to my room faster, my vision began to blur, my head spinning, the room tipping away from my feet. Hastily I got to my room, opening a cabinet and pulling out a razor blade. I pulled up my sleeve, reveling my lightly scared skin. Skillfully I ran the razor over my skin, inviting the cold blade to take away my troubles.

Without looking I wrote the word “freak” in my elegant script, then watched as perfect lines of blood bloomed from my skin. Then it grew larger smudging with other letters. I let the inebriating site of the lush crimson liquid flow down my arm, dripping onto the floor, the excruciating words spoken earlier swirling around in my head. I smiled, knowing that they would be reading about this, this wonderful, perfect haven.

I sat enjoying the perfection for a while longer, then I went to the bathroom, washing the cut off, and cleaning it with rubbing alcohol. After wrapping it in gauze, I began to change, pulling off my clothes, and replacing them with a white sundress. I wanted to leave. I didn’t want to stay in the dead, dark house. Without thinking any further about the topic, I left, calling over my shoulder that I would be at the beach.

Slowly I walked there, thinking about my life and the way I chose to live it. Wondering if it would have made a difference if I wasn’t so quite, or I had dressed differently, then deciding I shouldn’t change myself for those vile people who made my life worse that most others. I climbed up onto one of the cliffs and sat, Jenna’s words creeping back into my head. Nobody wants you here, why don’t you just leave?

I shouldI thought, standing up. Then I said in a whisper “I should just leave.”

My feet sank into the mud on the damp cliff. I closed my eyes letting the crushing sound of the waves on the rocks explode in my ear. Smiling as I heard the cries of seagulls. The crisp ocean air filled my lungs, and a drizzle of rain fell on my exposed arms. The wind whipped my hair in my face, raising goose bumps on my arms. The skirt of my white sundress blew, trashing devilishly against the wind. I took two steps and my toes peeked over the edge of the cliff. I opened my eyes, marveling at the near 100 yard drop.

Electricity flowed through my veins, making me sway back and forth. I could hear a girl no older than I, calling me, luring me. “Avery. Avery won’t you join me?” she sang, over and over like an angels choir. Then, her voice melted away, changing into my mothers, “Avery! What are you doing? Move from there.”

I longed to go to the girl that called my name. Yearned for her intoxicating voice, her hypnotizing songs. “Come find me Ave.” I heard her whisper. I raised my hands out to my sides, letting my body tip off the edge of the cliff. I heard my mother call my name one last time.

I hit the freezing cold water and agonizing pain spilled through ever crevice of my being. Then as fast as it had come, it was gone. I opened my eyes, seeing as my hair floated up in the current, changing into a near golden brown colour, my dress fanned out around me. The water was brilliant with lights of every different colour dancing about the coral. I spun around, trying to take in the amazing scene when I saw here.

A young girl maybe 17 years of age. She had long golden brown hair like my own, and aqua coloured eyes. Sun kissed skin, and a small heart shaped face. She had a small lean torso, her chest covered by a lacy top. And from her hips down, was a blue tail, made of shimmering scales. I stared wide eyed, then said “Who are you?” she laughed, a soft whimsical melody. “Not to worry Avery, my name is Vanessa. I was sent by the maker.”

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