Little Do They Know

We'll See

The top picture is of what Taitha looks like, but imagine her wearing the cute outfit below. Without the tattoo on her chest. :)

"That man you just helped. He is a murder." I stop dead in my tracks. "What?" I ask dumbfounded. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "He killed a whole family back in Ireland. I mean a family of four, mom, dad, two sons." My mouth drops, "Where did you here that from? Why would someone kill children!?" She shrugs. "I don't know, but he is crazy, stay away from him." I nod, I cant.... people do crazy things but harming children is the most evil. I feel rage build up inside of me. Why would he do that? I turn back to the building and see him through the large glass windows. He pushes his cart along the hallway. I push hair behind my ear and clear my throat. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm not going to treat him like shit. I don't like, in fact I hate what he did, but I don't want to make his life even worse." Jasmine stands in front of me, mouth slightly parted. "I know you believe everyone deserves a second chance, but he crossed the line. Just don't go near him...please for me. You can't fix him, he is far from broken." Nodding I take in what she says. He is a killer, for whatever reason he killed a family, and you can't come back from that. I still think he should be treated with some respect, just in case he snaps again. I'll stay away from him.

Three weeks later:
I walk down the hall, ready for lunch. My stomach has been growling since last class. I let the summer air hit me, the sun glowing on my skin. It feels nice out today, it is finally cooling down from our hot weather. I adjust my romper and continue to walk down the sidewalk. I see the same guy from my first day. I always pass him in the hallway, but today he is emptying the outside trash bens. A group of guys walk up to him, Ben being one of them. They start talking to him, their faces hard. A tall guy with purple hair snaches the garbage bag from him slinging it across the lawn. I head toward them, anger rising in me. "You freak, what do you think your doing out here?" Purple hair snarls. The janitor frowns, "Brother, I'm just doing my job." "Brother?" Ben snaps "He's not your brother." I get closer to them, my fists clenched.  The janitor frowns deeper, "I mean no harm." Another guy steps in, his name is Tom, he is in Professor Churchill's class with me. Tom speaks hatefully. "You ment harm to those kids you killed!"  The black haired man shivers, he lowers his voice talking soft. "I never killed children, I would never harm a child." "Yeah right! Your a phyco path!" Ben screams making people on the lawn stare. "You don't know me." The janitor barks, stepping closer to Ben. I've seen enough, I step in between them facing Ben. "That's enough, go on your way." The boys look at each other then me, clearly confused. Ben talks gently to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Are you kidding me? This guy is a freak." I shake my head. "He did something unforgivable,  but he is still a person. Just leave him alone, I'm sure he regrets his choices, don't remind him." Ben just looks at me, not saying anything. The purple headed guy grunts before saying, "come on guys."
I watch them leave before turning around to face him. He looks at me with shock on his face. "Why did you do that?" I shake my head and kneel down picking up trash and the bag. "I'm Tithia, what's your name, so I can stop saying "janitor guy" in my head" I laugh. He kneels behind me and starts pick up the mess. "Lukus." I nod, he looks like a Lukus. "Nice to finally met you...so you didn't kill children, right." I laugh uneasily, hoping he tells the truth. That way I won't feel bad for helping him. He shakes his head rapidly. "No I didnt, I'd never...." I turn to face him and stand up, he looks up at me. "This is my job, please don't help me." My heart hurts at his begging tone, I open the trash bag and he puts stuff in it before taking it from me. "You didn't make this mess, you shouldn't have to..." "I have to. It's what I am paid for. Thank you, but you don't have to be so kind.....I am a murder, like everyone says." I step closer to him, without thinking I take his hand. His hand trembles in mine, his eyes water. "Please, I have work to do." He mumbles but keeps his hand in mine. I feel butterflies in my stomach, I've always been a touchy person. Meaning I like to touch people and be close to them, I feel like I can get my point across better that way. "Tithia?" A squeaky voice comes from behind me. I turn and see my friend Rachel. She stares at Lukus, her eyes are slits. "Hey, what's up?" Lukus takes his hand back and starts to pick up trash. I look at him, watching his large hands shake. Rachel steps close to me and takes my hand, only to lead me away from Lukus. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She scream whispers, her eyes wild and confused. I squeeze her hand and then let go. I start to tell her what happened and that she knows I can't help but help people. She nods like she understands but then snorts when I say that he didn't kill children. "Did he tell you that bullshit? Or did the cops?" I huff at her and roll my eyes. "I just was being nice, he didn't hurt me so why should I hurt him?" Her eyes widen and I understand why. I didn't mean for it to come out that way, like I don't care that he hurt people. I can't fully explain but I've always been like this, I've always went out of my way to help the people that others didn't believe in and I have gotten hurt by doing that because, not everyone can be fixed. Only if they want to. "Just let me learn." I say gently and she frowns. Rachel has been a great friend, I've told her all about my past problems and she knows how I hurt my self by believing in certain people. "You can't keep learning like this, just leave him alone, you can't fix him." I remember what Jasmine had said. She said the same thing....but maybe I can, maybe they are wrong. I get this warm determined feeling in my body, a feeling I know so well. It always comes when someone tells me I can't do something. I smile wide and think "We'll see."