She's The Dancer And He's The Badboy

Hello. Again.

*Violet*

I was intrupted about a week ago from that pesky boy. Now I'm sitting in class sitting next to him for the millionth time. I'm not paying an ounce of attention to the teacher but instead doodling in my notebook and wandering my thoughts. His hair looks so soft, his smirk is a daily accessory that looks good for any occasion, and his eyes they were the most beautiful version of honey I could ever imagine. I snapped out of my thoughts as I realized what I had drawn. I quickly tore it out and crumbled it up before anyone could see.

I wasn't supposed to do that. I began to feel like a trapped animal in a cage that is getting smaller by the moment. My mind was constantly counting exits, making escape routes, and now I might just use one of them. I slowly gathered my things, and got up before leaving out of the door. I walked outside to the parking lot trying not to break down. It was hard, the memories clawed their way out of the dark corner of my mind. I got in my truck and left the school, I wasn't gonna go home, not now, I needed to talk to her. Karolina I hope you're home.

I was shaking as I pulled into the driveway, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the steering wheel trying to hold everything inside. I got of my truck and walked up to door notice a Honda Civic in the driveway. 'God I hope you're home' I thought to myself.

I knocked three times, before stepping back, and playing with my hands. The door creaked open.

"Hello" the older woman said. I took my board and quickly wrote.

'Hello I'm sorry to bother you but is Karolina Emery home?' She read my board and she nodded her head.

"I'm her and who are you dear?" She asked me. My eyes started to water.

'I'm the girl you treated 14 years ago' I wrote. Realization and familiarity came across her features.

"Violet" she gasped.

'Help me' I wrote shakily.

"Come in please" she rushed out. She stepped to the side giving me access to her home.

"So how have you been Violet?" She asked trying to strike conversation.

'Quiet, lonely, sad..." I wrote, I moved to look at the pictures on the wall.

"Violet" she called my attention to her, she looked at me as if she was trying to put the missing piece in a jigsaw puzzle. "What happened?" Her question head a thousand meanings.

'This happened' I wrote before taking the crumbled piece of paper and handing it to her. 'Karolina, the memories, everything that happened to me, I can't keep it away anymore.' I began to cry.

"They broke you, I know sweetie, it's not your fault" she hugged me the way I wish my mother would.

'I guess it's easier knowing that they are gone' I kinda laughed a bit just out of relief but she seemed to tense.

"Violet I need to tell you something" her voice was low, and she spoke slowly as if trying to soothe a scared animal. Something told me what I was about to hear isn't good. "They didn't all die, he got away" she said looking me in the eye. I started to shake my head, the tears came more freely, I wanted to scream.

'How can that be?! I killed them myself!!' My hand moved across the board frantically. She looked at me with sadness and sympathy.

"I don't know sweetie," she started "but what I do know is that I won't let him hurt you, I promise" she hugged me. Deep down inside of me I know she can't protect me, no one can. It's already too late, he's been watching me.

'Karolina, I came to ask you something' I showed her what I wrote.

"Yes, what is it dear?" The look in her eyes was so comforting.