Poison Kiss

Chapter 22:

Poison Kiss:

Chapter 22:

Ashlynn's POV:

The second I stepped into school, I instantly regretted not skipping. It would have been worth it to miss the last day just to avoid the memories that came with it.

I was almost instantly flooded with questioning gazes and glances that dripped with pity, something I had experienced too many times to count. It sickened me to see people who had never even thrown me a sideways glance looking at me with such sorrow in their eyes. They hadn't known Hayley like I had known her. In fact, I doubted they knew her at all. It was disgusting what people would do to get attention by association.

The only person who stood out from the crowd was Stacy. She sat alone in a corner of the courtyard, gaze directed to the ground as people shot her dirty looks. I guess she had finally come out with the truth.

The crowd parted allow me to pass by on my way to my first class, most people taking care not to touch me. I almost scoffed in annoyance. It wasn't like grief was contagious, or murderous uncles were transferable.

Speaking of which, my uncle was still in a coma and things weren't looking too good for him. A part of me wished that the gun would had killed him, but the other 89% of me was almost happy that he had to suffer in a state between life and death instead of eternal rest.

At least the nightmare was finally over. Even though my heart was bleeding for Hayley, I felt relieved at the same time. I wouldn't have to lay awake at night in fear of the monsters in my head. For the first time in seven years, I felt true peace.

The classroom was practically deserted, with the exception of a haggard boy in a torn hoodie who had his face rested against the surface of his desk. I quietly took a seat a few rows down from him and took out my notebook. After plugging my headphones into my IPod, I began sketching a rough drawing of Hayley's gentle face, drained of blood and scarred, yet still so beautiful.

I was so immersed in my music and sketching that I didn't notice the presence of another person until I felt the firm hand on my shoulder. I glanced up, slightly annoyed that someone had been stupid enough to bug me today. The creepy hoodie kid stood above me, his face hiding in the shadows of his hood.

I pulled out a headphone and glared at him. "What do you want?!" I asked angrily. He slowly reached up and pushed his hood back. I gasped in shock as his face slid into view. "Brian?!!" I shrieked, jumping up and scrambling away as quickly as I could. "W-what do you want??"

He stepped forward slowly. "Relax honey, I just want to talk." he said calmly, obviously trying to lull me into a sense of false security. Well not this time.

I reached down into my pocket and felt around. Nothing. After glancing around for a few moments in hope of spotting something that could be used as I weapon. I almost sighed in relief as my eyes locked with the perfect defense mechanism. I slowly reached down onto my teachers desk, keeping my eyes locked on his the entire time, and quickly snatched up Ms. Donnahue's lunchbox.

Brian smirked. "What the hell are you going to do with that?" he guffawed. "Eat your last meal?"

I remained silent and unzipped the lunchbox, reaching with utmost caution. Everyone knew that this lady ate really weird stuff. After a moment of searching, I withdrew the Donnahue special; a cheese, tuna, ketchup, and bacon sandwich.

"Oh!" Brian exclaimed. "That's fucking disgusting. Don't tell me you're gonna eat-"

He was interuppted by the force of the sandwich slamming directly into his mouth. I praised myself for such perfect aim, before darting full speed at the door, which was pretty painful, with my recent surgery and all.