The Count Sister - RE-WRITING

Chapter One

The image on the side is Aubrey

Chapter One

Gwin was half-heartedly listening to her friend as she leant back against her locker.  It was mid afternoon in Blackheart academy and she only had one more class to attend before time was up and she would have to return to her instability.

Blackheart academy was no different from her nightmares; it was a place for troubled teens, a place where the parents would send their children for correction. Although, those that had passed a substantial amount of tests would wear white bands; showing that they were almost ready to return to civilization and normality. Unfortunate for those that wore the black bands, they were the ones that needed help in more ways than others. Gwin should know; she was one of them.

What most adults would see is a girl suffering endless amounts of loss and pain; the only way they see to help is by locking her in a confide space, mentally torturing her with words and promises that cannot be kept but to those that had been through traumatizing and excoriating pain, such as Gwin, would know it wasn’t help she needed it was peace. Peace was something she couldn’t and never would find; she only wanted to be safe again, to breathe without gasping for life.

She moved her head to the side as Charlotte busied around in her locker. She was talking about Brett; a big headed jock that thought the big bang theory was how God was created. She liked Charlotte, she was her close friend but Gwin knew she could do so much better. Then again, Charlotte would be out soon, returning back to America. Blackheart, although mostly for troubled teens, was also for those that were not troubled in which case they were just given white bands straight away. Charlotte had been one of them, and the person that had helped Gwin try and repress her isolation and encourage her stability back to the surface of her consciousness.

The only down side to Charlotte was that she could be seen as vain, not in an annoying and unbearable way but a way that  you would wish she would stop concentrating on other s but rather herself.  Charlotte was consider with an almost gothic edge; her blacked out make up and matching dock martins always seem to fit with that agenda.

However, today she went with her classic attire wearing her halter neck dress completed with sculls around the bottom accompanied with her purple fishnets and not to forget her black dock martins. Gwin was nothing in comparison, but being unseen was what she wanted. She liked it better that way.

Gwin and Charlotte were not alone, in fact they had another friend; Amanda. She had been friends with Amanda since nursery and she knew her suffering well. She knew what happened behind closed doors and despite Amanda always trying to help, Gwin would shut her out. It wasn’t because she didn’t want the help; it was because she was afraid if Amanda did, she would get hurt too.

Amanda soon approached the lockers and took a place next to Gwin. Her arms were crossed over her bared chest, and she tipped her head to the side, letting her blonde hair hang loose over the edge. Amanda was popular in Blackheart, she also was a white band, but had been in black. She managed to get out of it after her father pulled some strings at the police station; being a daughter of a cop came in handy. He had also tried to clear Gwin’s name but her slate was more than tainted it was filthy.

Amanda was wearing a pleated skirt, knee high socks and a waist coat top. Boys drooled after her as they passed but she never really noticed, said she was waiting for the right guy to come along. Amanda rolled her eyes as she caught Charlottes speech about Brett she had paid more attention than Gwin had. “…not only that Gee but he totally touched my hand.” Charlotte closed her locker and blushed when she saw Amanda. 

“Have you quite finished boring us with your delusional experiences with Brett?” She smirked.

“For your information,” Charlotte moved her books and pointed with her free hand. “I am not delusional; he touched my hand in lab.”

“May be he was experimenting?” Amanda laughed.

They always bantered. Nothing ever came of it; they just liked teasing each other. If it wasn’t Charlotte with Brett it was Amanda with Professor Martin. She didn’t like him or anything, but he always had a tendency to wink at her, kind of creepy, but Gwin was glad it wasn’t her. She had her fair share of men abusing her for what she was. Her sneakers were living proof of that.

One of the boys in gym had snuck into the girls lockers and wrote I’m on her left shoe and Gay on her right. For as long as she remembered she had been bullied at this prison, mostly by boys. The only boys that didn’t bully her were the Master Brothers; and that was only because they had never looked at her twice. Or if they had, they never really saw her. It was difficult to see through Gwin, she had shut herself out, closed off her mind to others; for those that broke through like Amanda and Charlotte take great risks in doing so. Whoever, and whatever, takes interest in Gwin always seems to get hurt, and she never could truly understand why.

Although she wanted to hate the Master brothers for their endless amounts of popularity and freedom, she felt that maybe they did understand her pain somehow, three of the brothers wore black bands, but it didn’t matter she could never get close to them and understand how and why they wore them.

 “Hey,” Amanda waved a hand in front of her face, she hadn’t realized she had entered her realm of insecurity, she daydreamed a lot; it was the only real freedom she had. “Wakey, Wakey Gee.” Amanda then followed Gwin’s eyes and saw the writing on her sneakers. “Not again!  How many times are you going to let them walk all over you Gee?”

“It’s no big deal…” She insisted.

“It so is GeeGee,” Charlotte added. “If you keep showing your weakness, they’ll just keep walking over you.” Charlotte had a point, Gwin knew that but she couldn’t do anything it would get her in serious trouble, more trouble then what it was worth.  

It looked as if they would pester her more with the truth but they were cut off when the entrance door of the Academy was pushed open welcoming in beams of the sun, that even made this dull hall way seem heaven like; the things that followed had to be angels. She couldn’t take her eyes of them and by the looks some of the boys were giving the new girls neither could they.

The one in the front had long blonde hair; she was wearing a short pink pleated skirt and a black blouse. The two behind her were just as enchanting. One had curled red hair and the other had brown hair with blonde streaks.

  It seemed like the world took on a slow pace as they walked through the halls and straight past Gwin and the others, none of them looked in their direction, which was obvious. Except, when they walked past another girl was trailing behind them, she looked younger than they did which could only mean she was in Gwin’s year. She had wavy black hair and a pink floral dress on, even she was wearing heels. She smiled at Gwin as she walked past her and followed the others around the corner and out of sight.

  After they had vanished the world took on a faster speed. Charlotte turned towards her and Amanda and frowned. “Did that young girl actually just smile at you?”

“I-I err, I don’t know…” Gwin stumbled.

“She did!” Charlotte squealed. “She totally did. High status here we come.” Amanda rolled her eyes and grabbed Charlotte as they left for their lesson. “See you later GeeGee!” Gwin didn’t think a girl as glamorous as that could have possibly been smiling at her.