Sight

Twenty Four.

AVERY

I walked back through the same halls of this draining school, every time a person steps into it, the assurance of your soul being sucked out is a given.

I walked by Christine's locker and saw there were still dead white roses and little pictures of her, of teddy bears and blown out, waxed candles, the picture of her when younger and her with Lillian was still on the big white board, the only difference was there were messages of fake sympathy scribbled all around it now. How menacing.

I walked and slowed when I saw Alexander looking at his locker, but seeming to be zoned out at he just stood there with clenched fists. "Hey, there, Alex." I smiled as I drew myself next to him and he looked at me with a polite look, "Alexander." He corrected and I nodded, "Alex it is." I grinned and he laughed, "Hello, Avery. How are you?" I noticed his hands were now relaxed and his face, no longer red.

"Okay, I miss her, Maria." I sighed and he once again tensed, but tried to cover it up, "I miss her too." He said, the sadness in his eyes causing a lump in my throat to form. Suddenly the bell blared signaling the first class and Alex jumped, "We have class together, yes? First period on Tuesday's." He smirked at me and I smiled at the pretense of normalcy, "Ah, yes. Math!" I said excitedly and Alex groaned, "Marvelous." He said and, very courteously, muttered profanities under his breath, giggling I looped my arm around his, "Let's walk, Alex." I took my first step and he failed to not correct me, "Alexander." Once again and I looked him in the eye, "Alex is going to stick." I said seriously and he scowled and together, we walked to class.

MARIA

I sat upon the seat which usually was tucked under the table of my dresser. I sat and stared at my reflection, looking at the devious necklace that sat at the base of my throat. I blinked and saw my skin, my hair, my lips, my body covered in blood, in the black liquid hued with red, and then blinked again, and it was gone.

Furious at myself, I looked down at my dresser and tried to piece everything together, but nothing fit. The only piece I had was, Daniel.

I looked up and behind me stood a man, he was wearing a white shirt and covered in blood, his face was scraped and wounded and his head was sticky with blood. I gasped when I saw his face, I knew this man, it was Avery's father, Aiden. He stood there, staring at me through my reflection. My breathing was shallow, I couldn't think, "Maria." He spoke and I began shake, "Listen to me, Maria. You know I'm dead, you know that, but why are you seeing me?" the question asked was the same one I resounded in my head, "I'm dead, aren't I, Maria?" He asked and I nodded, unsure of what this was, he cocked his head to the side, "That's a nice necklace, Maria." He said and turned around hastily, and he was gone.

I looked back in the mirror and all I saw was me.

I grew confused, I grew tired, but I wanted to find out why this was happening to me, why, why, why.

I stood up, steadied myself on my feet, and walked out of my room and up the stairs to the attic which was Skye's room. It truly wasn't a Cinderella situation, she liked the attic, and it isn't all that small either, it's perfectly cozy. I walked slowly, oh so slow, but kept strong. As I walked closer and closer to the room, I felt like the necklace began to glow, like a harsh burn. The feeling was almost unbearable.

I clutched my throat but continued walking up the stairs, and finally, I reached the white and blue door with clouds on it, Skye's room.

I entered the room and everything was as is. Her jacket on the chair near her desk, all her ponies strewn about on her dresser, her boots kept near the cupboard that was fairly close to the bed, her bed, a white poster bed with a light and dark blue comforter and black sheets, dotted with white, like stars.