More Than Meets The Eye **DISCONTINUED**

Chapter Five

I bit my lower lip, fighting back tears. How could she say that to me? Both my parents had been in a train accident in 1982, neither had made it out alive. I was four when it happened, just old enough to remember them. Just old enough to feel the pain of losing them. Just old enough, to feel the hurt when Ada said those hateful words. I was seventeen now, I should be over it now, but it still hurt. What did I ever do to her?  

I fled down the hallways, absently navigating my way through the maze of corridors that formed my high school. All I could do was hold it together until I made it to my safe place. The place where no one can find me. From the first day of school, I had found a room in the back of the library, no one knew how to get there, only me. I was still waiting for the right moment to tell someone about it, but if I did, I would have to be sure I could trust them.

Finally, I had made the last turn and skidded to a holt in front of my special door, to me, it was so easy to see, all I had to do was push on one of the loose bricks and turn a little knob above it where there was just a brick face, inside, it was hollow. My place. I thought, no one knew about it but me.

I completed my well practiced ritual of looking for people before I pushed the brick into the back of the wall and reached for the knob. My fingers passed over it and turned it gently, always fearing that I would lose it to old age. Tears blurred my vision and I pushed the wall in, allowing it to turn around with me standing before it. Once the wall had clicked back into place on the opposite side, I stepped into my secret room and sat on the dilapidated stool that I swear was on the verge of crumbling to dust. 

The room was ancient, an oaken desk in one corner, bearing various items that I had left on it over the few days that I spent in this room, a trash can leaning against it's side, mostly empty, I noted, save for a few tissues. My stool was next to the desk but close enough to the crumbling stone wall for me to be able to grab onto it if need be, the opposite corner was occupied with a hip height bookshelf, covered in neglected books, unrecognisable with age, the only light came into the room through the holes in the walls, leading to the forgotten side of the school. Everything in the room was old, and I loved it.

I had always like old things, they all held secrets, memories, and sometimes, they would share them with me. You could tell a lot about something by the way it looked, an extremely old and used book versus an extremely old and untouched book, the difference was overwhelming, one would have yellowed pages and be worn down from use, while the other would look brand new if it weren't for the dust on it's cover. 

I reached down into the desk in front of me and picked up an old photo of four year old me with my parents, smiling to the camera before they got on the train, the date: June third, 1982, the day that I lost them.

I sat there clutching the picture frame to my chest whilst tears stained my cheeks and my eyes were red from crying, I finally decided it would be a good time to head back now. I reached into my pocket for a tissue, pulled it out, and wiped my face with it until all traces of emotion were smeared onto it's snowy white surface, then I dropped it in the trash can. 

Pressing my ear up against the wall to check for witnesses, I listened for a short time, then I manually turned the wall back and stepped out of the room, only to look into the eyes of my golden angel.

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Ooh! Twist! I wonder how she will react! Will he tell her? Or make up an unbelievable fairytale to cover his tracks? Who knows? Thanks for reading The chapter! Tsumi out