Fatal Lullaby

Fatal Actions

 "Honey, wake up" The sugery sweet tone of my mother says.

"Hmm?" I ask, my eyes tightly shut. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to face reality. She gently shakes my shoulder, telling me to wake up. Finally I give in. I get up and heads towards the bathroom, flicking the lights on. A yawn escapes my mouth and I look in the mirror. I look dead.

My eyes have no light in them, and are just dim. My skin looks sick, and I have bags under my eyes. My brown hair is frizzy, and my mouth feels like it has cotton in it. I sag and start taking a shower, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and looking decent for my mom.

Once I get out it is the usual routine. Eating, her watching the news, telling me to be careful, and me leaving to school. I take deep breathes gathering the courage to enter the schools gate. Me running away from school probably already went around in school. Putting on a false confident composure I enter school, and get a late slip. I go to my locker, making myself even more late, but hey who will notice?

Once I enter Mr. Dolatas class, it doesn't go unnoticed. Everyone turns their head watching my every move like hawks.

"Do you have a late pass?" Mr. Dolata asks. I slighty nod my head and give it to him. He looks at it for a moment then crumbles it up, and throws it in the trash. Is there really a point in late passes? You're late either way.

"Please take a seat." He says. I head towards my seat in the back of the class, when I notice that a girl is sitting in the next seat. I've never seen her around. Great, another new student. I take my seat expecting her to ignore me. Once my butt hits the plastic chair she starts talking.

"Hi." She says. I look at her for a moment, searching her face.

"Hi." I reply.

"My name is Taylor. You would've seen my little introduction in the beginning of class, but since you were late, you didn't. What's your name?"

"Mercy." I don't bother saying more then one word.

"That's kind of strange, but hey, I didn't choose your name." She says. Well, at least she's honest.

"Yeah, I know." I look straight on looking at the teacher, but ignoring everything he's saying. I already know this.

"You don't talk a lot do you?" Taylor asks. I sigh and shake my head.

"No, I don't talk a lot sorry." I say.

"Nothing to apologize." She looked like she was lost in thought, then suddenly she said, "I wish I went back home. I just moved here with my brother Alex and-"

"Wait your he's your brother?" I ask cutting her off. She looks surprised for a moment.

"Yeah, do you know him?" she asks.

"Um, kind of. I met him in Safeway." I say.

"Ohh, your the girl, huh?" She says nudging my elbow. "You know he talks about you a lot." My face is probably like a tomato. She laughs.

"Don't worry, he's probably too chickeny to make a move." She says. "But I didn't want to move here. I mean with all the murders. And there was another one yesterday, There-"

"Wait there was another murder yesterday?" I ask bewildered. This time she's not surprised by the interruption.

"Yeah, apparently this jock named Brad or something." She says.

"Do you mean Brandon?" I correct her. She snaps her fingers and says;

"Oh yeah! That was his name. I'm not good with names. Never was."