The Killing Mime

Chapter 21: Giggle

Recap

I get up without another word and go to the bathroom. "If you really knew me you'd run. That's if it's possible to run from yourself." I say looking at myself in the mirror. My dull brown eyes lifeless from any happiness that I used to have.

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Lash POV

I watch as she walks out of the room her dark curly brown hair covering her face. I stand there for a while before walking to my bedroom. I sit on my bed and think about the mysterious girl in the room down the hall from mine.

I recall everything I can about her since day one:
In art she was closed off from everyone else. She sat in my seat with her hair falling on her shoulders and part of her face as she worked on her project. Her eyebrows knitted together as she concentrated, how she was angled away so no one could see her drawing.

The same with her friends in Lit. Class. She was more of the quiet ones then the others. When they would talk to her she would reply with a blunt answer and go back to paying attention.

When she would walk in a room, her presence demanding a sense of respect, as if she's a leader of some sort. Yet she was secretive about her life. It's as if she wishes to be invisible.

I think back to ealier in the night. When she was at the club she was completely different from the one at school. Her outfit, attitude, and looks. I was curious about her before but when I saw her drunk I wanted to know more.

She lashed out at me when she was dancing with that guy and walked off, she giggled when we were--. I paused in my thoughts.

Giggle

Her giggle, I've heard it before. It sounds angelic, so innocent. Yet it has something behind it. Demonic almost or on the brink of insanity.

Now that I think about her actions, it's as if she's wearing a mask. A mask that she hides behind to cover her real façade.

I groan in fustation and stand up. I grab a shirt and gym shorts putting them on. I grab my jacket and keys to my Lamborghini. I drive to The Cavern and ask for a few fights to take my mind off of the girl staying in my house.

"THE ONE! THE ONLY! WHIPS!" The announcer speaks into the microphone.

The crowd chants my name as I step in the ring and size up my opponent.

Ding!

I hear the bell ring and get lost in the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I throw a punch.

His head flies back and I take a kick to the left side of my ribs. I switch to offense and throw a series of punches and kicks, backing him into a corner where I knee him. He doubles over in pain where I upper cut him causing him to pass out.

"WINNER! WHIPS!" The announcer says in the mic and raises my hand in the air.

I step out of the ring and wait until they call me again for another fight tonight. Even then all I can hear is her insane angelic giggle.

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A/N
I'M NOT DEAD! I'm alive & well, I've just been busy, lazy, & not inspired. Sorry it's that I have a really bad case of writers block & it sucks butt! Whelp I hope this may satisfy your needs & not kill me...😅
Anyway...

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