Diamond In The Rough (Completed)

Chapter 7

Sapphire's POV

After Logan left I sensed a heavy atmosphere and so without even eating nor telling anyone where I was going I got up to leave. I'm not hungry and they won't miss me. I'm sure they don't even want me around.

I'm halfway up to my room when I hear the announcement about some meeting. It sounded like Logan's voice, but he had work. I shrugged it off and opened the door to my room. Once I entered, I had to cringe for not only was the place still unorganized but the color of the room was dull and bored me half to death just looking at it. I thought long and hard then once I knew what I shall color my wall I decided to ask for permission. There was a phone in each room so I used it to call Xavior to see if my plan would work. He picked up right away and said that it was my room so I may do whatever I pleased.

I looked out the window to see it was still light out, 'good' I thought. I gathered what was left of my money and head strait out the building telling no one where I was going or when I'd be back. I knew they wouldn't even notice my presence gone.

I gazed to the south and a cool breeze hit me. I didn't grab my jacket on the way out and I knew I'd be paying for it. I also knew that it was dangerous going out alone when those hunters were on the lose. I took my chances.

I walked to the nearest town over and went to Walmart. There was barely anyone there but it still seemed friendly. I went straight to the painting section and grabbed a nice set of prime colors. I only took three large cans of wall paint (blue, red, and yellow) and went to the artsy section next. I snatched the last set of oil paint, holding 15 different colors (each color had a set of two), and dashed straight to the cashier. The man working there seemed a bit young, having short, spiked hair with light streaks in it.  His hair faded from dark in the back to light in the front. His eyes seem to pierce your soul with how sharply blue they were, he had a stubble forming under his jaw, and wore a light blue jacket to match his eyes. 

He seemed to be wearing a familiar air around him and smiled to me a lot. When he asked what I was doing I told him I was repainting my room. He seemed to be fairly interested in what I was doing and where I came from. I only told him very little of my life, telling him only that I used to travel and now I've settled down. He seems rather snoopy in my eyes.

I paid exactly $56.79 for all that paint. I frowned and asked if he scanned them all. He told me there was a half off sale. I shrugged it off and left carrying a heavy bag full of oil paint with the blue can in my right hand, and the other two paints in my left. Boy was I getting a workout!

By the time I got back, I had to groan out load for I had realized that I forgot brushes and rollers. I also was frozen to the bone, in result: skin had started to turn purple, but I knew I'd heat up fast when I got inside. I hope the school had a few brushed I could borrow.

I entered the now dead quiet school and head to my room with no one asking of my quick disappearance. On my way I heard a group of kids chatting about the upcoming weekend, "Tomorrow's Saturday man, so that means party at my old folk's at the farm! There will be chicks and lots of booze!"

I once again groaned as I realized what day it was tomorrow. My birthday. 'Hell's day' I call it. It was the day I lost everything. The day I lost my parents, my brother, and a part of my soul.

Once I'm at my room I open it to be the same but the air seemed odd or off. Like something wasn't right. I plunked the recently bought supplies on the floor by the door and head to the bathroom. When I went there, there was a note on the mirror making me gasp and at that moment when I thought it couldn't have gotten worse, I hear a noise just outside the bathroom door. I quickly investigate but see no one there, but the balcony doors were wide open, and the cold night wind howled into the room. I shivered and grew a sweat for I knew for a fact that I left those doors closed and locked.