These Dying Desires

Chapter 1- Crimson Mauricio

Night. Pure darkness. The void that filled the house after the beautiful sunsets carried a silence that could kill any creature who got caught in it. Each night had a sharp, searing edge that cut through any weak souls left vulnerable to it and any strong souls were left drained.

Drained; the world seemed so incredibly precise now. After years of working, creating, destroying, no regular human could stand the daily annoyances from other lesser humans. As the holiday season slowly approached, although, life became simpler. No one was constantly concerned with every day things, but were bustling around the streets buying things that would be broken or forgotten.

This life is...meaningless...

Crimson Mauricio~

Back to the same old routine; although I loved relearning English skills and "expanding my horizons," as some would say, I did absolutely hate the dim-wittedness of all high school students; it was unbelievable frustrating and make me shake with anger. It was the depressing end of my summer vacation and the new beginning of my senior year of high school; somehow, I knew this would be the worst year of my life. My eyes flew open and looked over to the source of an annoying beeping, shutting it off immediately. Today was also the beginning. 

Somehow, I knew that today would be different from all the other first days; something would go right. Never before had I started school (or ended school, for that matter) with a single friend, and I honestly didn't mind. Friends wore you down and caused you to make regrettable, rash decisions when you should be watching from the sidelines, observing patiently. However, someone always decided to pop into my life and attempt to pull me from my routine of studies and hard work; I loathed those people.

As I slowly progressed to get out of my rustled, twin bed, I focused my eyes on my open closet, searching desperately for my favorite shirt. Finally found it, I thought as I stood to pull it off a hanger. I grabbed a pair of green skinny-jeans to go with my top, then dressed; I actually wanted to look nice for once, unlike every other day of my boring life. My dark red hair contrasted my jeans and made me want to change immediantly (which I did). I ended up wearing black, which was one of my constants in an outfit. Overall, I looked fine, and was slightly impressed with my capability to make myself look presentable. With a large grin on my face, I waltzed to my kitchen to mix up a breakfast smoothie and take my allergy medicine; this time of year was the worst for me. I was highly allergic to 'raw cotton' as some would say. I always had to take my medicine and even going one day without it could end in a trip to the hospital.

By the time I had gotten outside to drive to school, it was only 60 degrees; I wasn't the least bit surprised. Summers in Oregon were never too hot, and I never worried about overheating that way. DMHS (Dark Mouth High School, don't ask me why they named it that) was only a mile from my apartment and consisted of about 500 kids meaning the morning commute wasn't overly busy like other schools in the area. When I arrived and had parked in the generous student-only parking lot, I waltzed into the school that was just opening its mouth the the new students as well as the older students. I laughed at my forced metaphor, then walked slowly to my new locker which was in a perfect spot for me (the end of the last row, only sided by one person). I smiled and pulled out the supplies I placed in there at open house, then began trudging when I saw her.

She had medium-lengthed white hair (which was shocking), a slightly Asian complexion, green eyes, and plastic, black glasses. She had no sign of a smile on her face and barely made eye contact with me. I tried not to gasp at her striking appearance, but probably didn't succeed. And what a coincidence; her locker was located right next to mine.

I stepped back to my locker and smiled at this girl, "Hi there. I don't believe I've seen you around this school before...are you new?" I asked polietly.