D U S K ✔

Prologue {Edited}

© Copyright  BishWhatDidYouSay - Dusk
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This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, events, incidents and the plot are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or any actual events are purely coincidental.

Just don't steal my book, okay.

CLEARING THINGS UP FIRST.

THE DECIMAL CHAPTERS (for example 1.5, 0.5 etc) ARE ALL QUOTES FROM CHARACTERS IN THE BOOK, WHETHER ITS MENTIONED WITHIN THE BOOK OR NOT THEY'VE EITHER SAID IT OR THOUGHT IT. Cool.

Also this book is in MAJOR editing, some bits may not make any sense and I apologise for that completely... You have been warned.

{EDITED}

  "Did you hear-"

"I can't believe it-"

"It's horrible, how can someone live like that?"

    Glancing up, my plucked eyebrows knotted together as the hushed whispers circled around me. Curious peeks were thrown here and there as I scanned through the crowd, attempting to find Robert bobbing along all the jostling plethora of people.

    Sighing in relief, my eyes connected to the familiar tall, blonde mop of hair scuttling through the mass of people in the hallway. Without further hesitation I manoeuvred through the crowd, my stare unwavering even against the current of scuttling people, I couldn't lose him.

  "Rob!" I called, the undeniable pressure of intimidation rising in my chest as the crowd surrounded me. I jumped uselessly and waved a hand in the air, unconsciously peeking my ears to the clamour of stage-whispering voices. 

  "-I wonder if she knows-"

  "I hope he's alright-"

  "What even happened-"

  My ears twitched, catching snippets of hushed conversations circling around. I had finally gotten close enough to clasp at his shoulder, reaching up high. Rob was almost a head taller than me, and already towered about most of the kids in our school. Although, I knew despite his intimidating height, he was soft in his heart.

  He flinched, and with an undeniable speed, he spun around, jutting his mouth open slightly, with a shocked expression. I burst into a smile, chuckling. 

    "Why do you always do this to me?" He huffed, mockingly crossing his arms over his chest and turning away from me. His dark blonde hair hung over his eyebrows, almost reaching his brown eyes.

  "It's the best part of my day." I laughed, nudging him with my shoulder. I mocked him, "It brings me so much joy."

  His face flushed a crimson red, as his eyes flickered away from mine. He coughed a meek, "Shut up, Gabby." As the tips of his fingers grazed the back of his blushed neck.

    I looked at him through the corner of my eye, and chose to ignore his weirdness. "Do you know what the big fuss is about?" I questioned, referring to the people surrounded us, throwing me the side-eye.

    He shrugged casually, "No clue." He glanced at me sympathetically, watching as some had the audacity to point indiscreetly,  "Don't let them get to you, Gabby."

   I nodded, and cussed at them under my breath.

    At times I wish it never changed like this and I wish that things had turned out differently. Maybe I wouldn't be worrying so much if I had never met him. 

"He's so different-"

"Such a tragedy-"

    The whispers didn't stop even when Rob and I had sat down in our history class, and the newly born gossip left my stomach churning with nerves. I couldn't go though it all again.

    And then it happened.

    Half way through the class, the door slammed open, the sound of shuffling had my head snapping up.

    My eyes widened uncontrollably and I felt sick to my stomach. Gasps were spluttered around me, undoubtedly it was completely abnormal for him to even turn up to a lesson. But it was his state that truly shocked everyone.

    He struggled to hold the door open, his hands thrashing out towards it somewhat frantically. His lips were pulled into a grimace.

    He didn't look any different.

   But then I really saw him.

    I looked towards his face. And was instantly punched in the gut with horror. All the blood rushed from my face; I couldn't feel anything below my trembling knees.

    I swallowed, staring at the harsh, blacked-out glasses that were perched on his nose.

    Blinking rapidly, I prayed that no one noticed the tears gathering in my eyes as I spotted the cane he grasped onto in his dominant hand.

"What happened to him?"

"Why is he back-"

    His jaw locked. No doubt hearing all the rumours spread already, I wanted to scream at them, to make them stop talking.

"Is that really Adam?"

    I peered at him as his faced morphed from one of frustration into his old charming smirk.

    "Sorry I'm late," he began, his deep voice unchanged. "I had some trouble." He held the cane up slightly. I shut my eyes, blinking away foreign moisture; wishing for this all to be some horrible dream.

  With my eyes still glued shut, I heard his cane whip against the floor repeatedly, the continuous tapping creating an air of tension.

  And then it stopped altogether.