What We See

Prologue

The rotten school bench is damp as Shay plops her school bag down, while staring at her boyfriend. The aforementioned boy looks up from the musty paperback he holds in his slender hands and smiles a toothy grin at Shay. He runs a hand through his blonde hair while Shay makes herself as comfortable as possible on the wooden bench.

"Hey babe," chuckles the fair skinned boy. "why do you always look like you want to slap someone?"

Shay looks down at the boy she had fallen in love with and replaces her usual scowl with a shy grin.

"I don't want to slap you at least. Be grateful, silly. Actually, Connor, I was meaning to ask, those kids that went missing last week. One of them lived on your street, didn't he?" Begins Shay, although she looks around nervously.

Connor sighs and looks up into Shay's tanned face, replacing his grin with a pouty lip and puppy eyes.

"Why do we need to talk about this babe? It's just plain creepy and-"

"I just want to know. Okay? Please Connor..." Shay trails away and looks momentarily sad.

Connor thinks twice and sighs again.

"Yes. Tyler Porter. He was actually in a couple of my classes before...well, before that night. I never really got to know him; he always stayed in his little clique. You know, his little group of friends who always stuck together and treated the rest of us like dirt." replies Connor, looking down.

"I remember that group," trembles Shay, and she was immediately bombarded by memories of Cassie, the ring leader of Tyler's group, and the torment Cassie placed Shay through one year. Images of a sobbing girl stuck in a bathroom stall, bloody cuts and a tear soaked razor along with forgotten lunches flashed through Shay's mind.Out of pure habit she wrapped her black hoodie's sleeves tightly around her closed fists, and felt the fabric rub against permanent tattoos of her sorrowful past. "I can't say any of them will be missed, but I still wish it hadn't happened. No one deserves to endure what torture those kids must have gone through."

"What do you mean? I thought the police hadn't released any information other than the names of the kids and where they were last seen?" Asks Connor, timidly curious.

"It's not the police that haven't released anything new, its the Press. The news doesn't always release everything," whispers Shay conspiratorially. "But rumour has it when the police investigated the house, all they found was a single, bloody knife!" emphasizes Shay.

Connor recoils at the last word, gruesome deaths and horrifying screams playing out in little vignettes in his mind. Shay, remorseful, realizes she brought up a sensitive topic. She wraps her arms around Connor and carefully places her red lips in the crook of his neck, making him squirm on the spot, but Connor was slightly worried. He knew Shay had a bad history with Cassie and her posse, but then why was Shay so sad to hear the news, considering she rarely showed her thoughts?

"Shush honey, let's forget about it. Just remember not to go out next Halloween."

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Oooooooooh damn

*gasp*

What can they be possibly talking about?

Of course, IGotDaFeels has helped me soooo much because I now know I'm awful at proof-reading my own crap :)

Everyone needs a beta, and I have an awesome one!!!

Stay tuned for the next chapter, currently writing it now!

~Sam