Fatal Lullaby

Fatal Ignorance

The bell rings and I quickly hurry to math, glad that no one has stopped me. That night Alex confessed that he liked me I didn't respond. I just said 'oh' like an idiot. He looked disappointed but didn't say anything. Just smiled and he said he was going to sleep. I was beyond grateful that he didn't ask me if I liked him or not. Because, honestly, I don't know if I do.

It's just so confusing. When I arrive to math I sit alone in the back. It's weird how in the time I've known Taylor we've become good friends. It feels like a phantom is in her seat. I sigh, and put my chin on my hand. Things haven't gone the way they should of. Taylor isn't supposed to be in the hospital, and I shouldn't have weirdos sending me real hearts.

Class passes with me not paying attention. I think I am going to switch classes. Seeing Mr. Dolata is unsettling. At break I walk around in peace. The sky is a nice shade of blue. It is so calm, despite what has happened lately. It feels like the type of calm before something bad and big happens. Maybe I’m being paranoid. Maybe nothing really is going to happen and I’m just being crazy thinking it is. Or maybe I’ve seen too many documents of storms. Maybe…

During class I zone out again. I don’t have anything against my teachers, really, I don’t. It’s just, they are so boring, and I have a short attention span. Finally, after class ends, its time for lunch. I remember yesterday how Delany promised to sit with me at lunch today. I hope she forgets. Trudging to the cafeteria, I heard some girls whisper about some douche party that’s going to happen on Saturday.

Bleh. Who wants to go to some rich kids house and get drunk? Not me.

When I arrive to the cafeteria I head to my lonely table. Alex isn’t there and I realize he’s been avoiding me all day. I don’t mind since I don’t know what I’m going to tell him when I see him. I drop my bag on the table and let out a sigh as I plop on the seat. What am I going to do? I don’t just mean about Alex, but I remember before I went to his house I woke up in the middle of the street covered in blood. Blood!

Goodness, did someone kidnap me and pour blood on me for the fun of it? Because, that was not cool. Or maybe they kidnap me, and put me heavily sedated, beat me up, pour blood on me, then leave me on the street. Neither are a nice thought to have. I wince as I remember my ribs are bruised.

By instinct I look up only to see the Danovishi siblings heading towards me. God, I can never be at peace.

“Hi!” Delany says cheerfully, dropping her tray on the table. I mumble a hello.

“Didn’t sleep well?” Seth asks with a chuckle. I snap my head up, and suspiciously look at him.

“What makes you say that?” I ask carefully.

“Well,” He starts, “You have dark bags under your eyes, you look like you just put anything random on then just left, and you look like want to go to sleep.”

“No. I didn’t.” I tell him.

“Why?” He asks.

“None of your business.” I snap. He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry,” He says, “Just asking.”

I give him a look that says I don’t want to put up with it, then look away. I notice that Blake hasn’t said anything, he has just been watching.

“Oh my God, guess what!” Delany says excitedly.

“What?” I grumble.

“I got invited to Timmy’s party!” She says with a squeal.

“And?” I say.

“And, you have to come with me!” She says with a bright smile.

“No thanks.” I tell her. Her smile falters and her face contorts to annoyance.

“Why not?” She asks gritting her teeth. I look at her incredulously. What was with that serious mood change?

“Because, I don’t want to go to a stupid party.” I tell her straight forward.

“But I don’t want to be alone.” She tries again.

“Get your brothers to go with you.” I tell her.

“They are already going. Now I want you to go too.” She says. Every time I reject her, her face gets angrier and angrier, and its sort of scaring me. So, I say the stupidest thing I regret ever saying.

“Fine.” I say in defeat.

“Great!” She says beaming at me. Delany starts rambling on what she’s going to wear, and what I’m going to wear. I ignore and look out the window. I don’t think it’s a good idea and I kind of want to tell her to go alone. But I don’t because there’s something off about Delany.

The bell rings signaling the end of school.

Thank God!

Just as I was about to leave my English teacher, Mrs. Lovelett tells me to wait.

“Yes?” I ask impatiently.

“I think it’s time you think more about your future, Mercy.” She tells me perching her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “Your grades are good, but I think you need an extra something else to look good on your college application.”

“I’m just a Junior.” I tell her confused.

“Yes, but you need to think about your future. Which means, looking at colleges you are interested in, and careers.” She says, “Have you even thought about what you’re going to do when you’re older?”

“Um, no.” I say.

“Well, start.” She says. “This isn’t a punishment. This is to help you. So, I want you to tutor someone. I don’t care how you do it, but just do it. You can even charge them. I promise you it will help you.”

“Um, thank you…” I say awkwardly. Great, I have to tutor someone.

“You can go now.” She tells me shooing me out the door. I sigh and walk home.

I’m walking down the park where I realize I don’t want to go home just yet. I head over to the swings and sit down. I remember how I punched Mikayla and I smile. That felt so good to do. I feel someone elses presence, so I look up. I see Seth walking over to the set of swings, his hands in his pockets.

“Hey.” He says softly.

“Hi.” I say.

“What are you doing here?” He asks me glancing at me.

“I didn’t want to go home. You?” I ask him.

“Same.” He says. I sigh, and look ahead.

“You want to know something that blows?” I ask him. I need to tell someone about the tutoring thing.

“Sure.” He says.

“I have to tutor someone.” I say glumly.

“Really? Who?” He asks.

“I don’t know. I’m supposed to find someone.” I say swinging on the swing gently. He suddenly grins.

“Well. I know the perfect person.” He says grinning.

“Who?” I ask him curiously.

“Me.” He says, “I have a D in Mrs. Lovelett’s class. So do you mind if you tutored me?”

“Sure.” I tell him. “I rather have you, then someone I don’t know or like.”

 “Are you saying you like me?” He says teasingly.

“Don’t push it.” I say with a snort.

“You know you do.” He says.

“Whatever.” I tell him, not wanting to continue this conversation. Maybe tutoring someone won’t be as horrible as I thought. Or maybe it will go terribly wrong.

Either way, I’m going to find out.

A/N Hey! Sorry I haven’t updated in a while. My computer charger broke so I had to write on my big computer. And not to mention I have Exhibition. Ugh, gag.  I hope this chapter was good. And again, sorry.