Lost

2.

She hadn't expected to see Lucas for the rest of the day. In fact she tried to avoid him at all cost. But somehow he had managed to align up their schedules meaning he followed her around all day talking babble nonsense. It was a long day. She sighed, exhausted. Her head raced with a million thoughts and her ears ringed with the loud noise of Lucas whistling as he journeyed home. Of course he lived in her neighbour, she exclaimed internally. This day had been the worst. The attention that Lucas had been giving her has encouraged mockery and commentary from her classmates. "Stop clinging to him", "Stop being a whore", "Oh look, little miss freak thinks she can become popular by hanging out with the new guy". The word abuse was endless sending Isla into a dark despair, hoping fully that Lucas would grow bored of her and pester someone else. But after spending an entire day together, and now walking home along side him it, seemed clear that is was an unlikely prospect. Something that Isla, although is reluctant to admit, is happy about.

"Wow, is that a smile?" Lucas joked, looking at Isla funnily.
"No, you must be hallucinating" A laugh shook Lucas's shoulders and a grin spread across his face. Wind blew his fair into his eyes so he raked his hands through it, pushing it backwards. His strong jaw line gave his a face a masculine look, helping his eyes to look tough but inviting. He was attractive. More than attractive and his close proximity was bugging her.
"May I ask you a question?" asked Lucas looking gravely into Isla's eyes. Isla paused, deciding whether or not she was going to open up to someone. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Why do people call you a freak"
"Because I am" she responded quickly. Lucas let out a sarcastic laugh. God, he was always laughing.
"I have yet to see you be freaky" finger quotations followed to outline his use of the word freaky. However after looking at the severity of Isla's face his smile and joking nature quickly disappeared. "Seriously Isla, why do people call you a freak" Lucas asked again, this time with out his boyish charm and happy nature.
"They blame me for killing their shining knight"
"Who?"
"My step brother"
"How?"
"Enough with the twenty questions" Isla stopped walking and sat down on the side of the path. Lucas turned around and joined her, looking up at Isla with an intensity that stuck her heart. She sighed. "We were driving, a guy ran a red light. He hit us" She wiped a tear that she didn't know was falling till it landed on her cheek away. "Tom.." Her voice croaked. "..He wrapped his body around me to try and save me but yet, he landed on the side of road and I survived with so little as a scratch". She looked up, worried at the judgment she would see on his face.
"How is a guy crashing into you your fault?" he queried.
"You don't understand"
"Then tell me"
"Weird things happen when I'm around!" Isla screamed, frustrated that in reality there were no happy endings, and took a deep breath. "Items move, people get hurt, I can interpret how others are feeling, fire combust randomly and things get destroyed." her chest heaved with the fact that she was finally admitting this out aloud. "The doctors all said I should've died in that crash, but I didn't even get hurt, tell me that doesn't make me a freak?" she questioned, her eyes showing raw emotion and her heart pleading. She hadn't admit any of this to anyone before. In truth, she hasn't actually spoken to anyone about anything in a long time. It felt good to finally speak about the things that were so constantly plaguing her mind.
"Isla, I need to tell you..." He trailed off because of the sound of laughter and snickering that approached and he grabbed Isla's elbow leading her from the side of the road encouraging her to keep walking.

They didn't talk much else on the rest of the journey home. So Isla just stared at her feet, keeping her head low and putting up her usual front of boredom. She just wanted to be alone, more so than she already was, to process her thoughts and feelings without the risk of judgement eyes following her every move. Lucas had started to whistle again, a tune that was entrancing and out of this world, but eerily familiar. She could sense the people around them. She could feel their thoughts in her head, threatening to become her own. The sounds of birds chirping and Lucas whistling were the only things keeping her sane. "This is me" she heard, before realising that she herself had said it. "I live here" she repeated. Lucas nodded, looking around at his surroundings. Maybe she had freaked him out. Maybe he had finally seen her true colours that he no longer wanted to be around. A feeling of guilt and jitters settled in her stomach silently pleading for this to not be the case. 
"I'll see you later" He said, before hurrying away around a corner leaving Isla standing baffled on the pavement alone.
"This has been a long day" she sighed thinking out loud before turning around and heading inside.

Hours later, Isla was perched in her room. Her laptop open on top of her lap, watching reruns of  Suits. She had countless assignments and exams to study for, but Isla's mind was racing to much to focus on her studies. Lucas had opened something inside of her, stirring up unfamiliar feelings and desires. She could hear the loud whispers of her parents screaming at each other outside her bedroom door and her eyes closed in distaste. It felt as though they hadn't stopped fighting in months. Ever since the accident. Isla's step mother has been blaming Isla, unable to even glance in her direction sharing no more then a simply goodbye. Her dad on the other hand, is torn between two people he loves most. Although Isla still has a hunch that her dad secretly blamed her too, he put his differences aside, choosing to love his remaining child even though it put a ridge in his marriage. Still, the bond between them was forced. It had been since her mother died when she was five. Who knows, maybe he blamed her for that too.

The phone buzzed, vibrating the pillow beside Isla. Weird, no name, she thought, clearly confused. She hadn't had a message on her phone that wasn't from her father in a long time. In fact, she only has one contact in her phone and as far as she knew, no one had her number. She picked up the phone swiping right to answer and held it too her ear. "Hello?" She said shakily.
"Isla?" The newly familiar voice spoke in her ear. She sat up quickly, causing a brief wave of dizziness. "Isla are you there?" Isla coughed, clearing her throat.
"What do you want?" she said, rudely and uncertain.
"I forgot to tell you something" she paused waiting for his response. "before people walk past i meant to tell you that you..."
"ISLA!" screamed my step-mother from down the hall. "NOW!"
"Sorry Lucas, i have to go." she hung up the phone, jumped out of bed and opened her door. A whoosh of air flew past her head as she dodged a glass flying through the air. Her eyes widened in surprise and the look of hatred filled her mothers face. "YOU KILLED HIM!" She screamed.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! IT WAS AN IDIOT RUNNING A RED LIGHT" Isla screamed back, aware that her step-mother was having one of her weekly mental episodes. She probably shouldn't have yelled, but she was so tired of being the one to blame. A weight pressed down on Isla's chest threatening to explode and before her mother could do, could say anything else, she ran to the front door. Her chest heaved, desperate for air and her eyes stung, tears pushing to fall stinging her exhausted eyes. When she got outside. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs and letting them expand with air.

The sounds of the world surrounded her. Peaceful, friendly and blissfully unaware of the chaos that followed her everywhere. She could feel the power of love, happiness and freedom fill the air consuming certain people, making her smile with wonder. A young toddler, no older then two was surrounded with a purple aura with a hint of orange and red. The colours of creativity, love and youth. A brilliant smile was spread across his face and a sting of jealousy settled in the pit of Isla's stomach. Oh how she wished that she could be ever so happy. Birds chirped loudly in the trees above her head and a cool breeze rustled through her hair. She felt at ease for the first time in a long while. A weight lifted off of her shoulder's. Isla leant her head back to the sky, looked up, and smiled the first real smile in a long, long time.
"Ahh, there is that beautiful smile I have  heard so much about!" exclaimed a voice from beside her. She quickly wiped her face of emotion and looked directly at Lucas. Why does he keep popping up everywhere she questioned thoughtfully. "Don't stop on my account" A fun, carefree smirk filled his face lining the bone structure of his jaw. A look of realisation took over his features, his eyes becoming soft and concern eradicating the smirk almost completely. "Have you been crying?"
"No." She stated in a tone that represented that this was the end of the discussion.
"Liar"
"What do you want Lucas?" Her temper was wearing thin and the feeling of weight pressed down on her once more.
"I came to tell you what i tried telling you earlier." A look of concern, excitement and joy rolled into one filled his expression and he shuffled nervously from one foot to the other. "Trust me, you will want to hear this." He confirmed. She stared icily into his eyes for a good long minute, judging the young man with the perfect grey eyes, when she finally, and unwillingly nodded.
"Okay, so talk."