Alisa's Death

It's Paul, From Texas

Azul wasn’t one who enjoyed school, she was grateful it got her out of the house and away from her so-called family but she wasn’t as insane to enjoy being in a classroom full of others about to fall asleep on textbooks while there was a middle aged man or woman standing there ranting about a subject even they had lost interest in over the years. She tried being submissive and just letting the current take her where ever it was it wished her to go but things never were that easy. She made her way into a class full of ruckus only making her temples pound even more than they usually did due to the lack of sleep. She sat in the back of the class, the far right end away from teachers’ prying eyes and urge to taunt you with knowledge you for some odd reason could not absorb into your skull. Maybe it was the lack of interest in the matter or just some mental disability of the teenage mind raged by hormones. Whatever it was she did not pay much thought to considering that she couldn’t fix it.

The teacher who everyone referred to as Mr. P walked in with a briefcase in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. Everyone sat in their seat reluctant to begin with the course. He ignored everyone as he sat the briefcase on the wooden desk and took yet another drink from that sickly dark liquid. Placing the mug down he finally turned to us with a sigh as if wishing us gone but that was a remark he wouldn’t have spoken aloud and too good to be true.

“Open your books to page three hundred sixty-two and start reading chapter thirty-one,” he ordered dully. “Then answer the questions in the end of the chapter, all twenty-eight of them.”

The class was filled with groans and the whining of teenagers. All of those who didn’t want to do the work assigned to them or had forgotten their books at home or in their lockers. Azul proceeded to taking out her text book from her messenger bag and opening it in front of her but she didn’t do anything other than that. She glanced out of the window that was too small for her taste. Suddenly the door opened and in walked in someone that Azul never thought to see again.

“I’m new here,” he spoke to the teacher. “This is my schedule.”

Girl’s struggled to get a quick glance at the sound of a male voice and settled down when they saw it was a lanky boy who had this air about him that screamed confidence but his looks weren’t exactly that of a model. “It’s says your name is Paul?”

“Yeah” He nodded. “Paul from Texas.” He was grinning widely making those ice cold eyes create chills running down Azul’s spine and a glare appear on her face. He looked through the class and she knew he was looking for her and when he caught sight of her she looked away aiming her nearly black eyes away from his.

“Well how about you take a seat on the first lane of desks on the right third seat?” Mr. P instructed. Paul from Texas merely nodded too busy keeping an eye on his objective. It was time he finished what he had left behind nearly a year ago.

Two seats apart, thought Azul. He’s sitting two seat in front of me. At least he wasn’t next to her but she couldn’t help the dreadful feeling of apprehension that began to consume her because she knew why he was here, to finish what he had started.

After class Azul did her best to rush out of class and hide in the swarm of what she use to think useless creatures, ironic how they were her sanctuary now. She made it to her locker taking her two books with her as she was walking down a now nearly empty hallway. A hand suddenly grabbed her arm in a bruising manner and pulled her towards them into a janitor’s closet.

“Thought you were going to get away?” He said in a taunting tone.

“What do you want?” She splat trying to keep all unwanted emotion bottled up.

“Oh, nothing.” He let go and she pulled away turning to face him. “I thought that it’d be nice if I came in her memory. It’s almost been a year. We should get together and do something in her memory. How ‘bout it?”

“What do you really want?” She held back a snarl.

“You really don’t beat around the bush do you?” He sighed, as if she had spoiled some surprise he had been preparing for a while now. “Well as you know you owe me so I thought that around this time it’d be the best time to make you pay up.”

“So what?” She was losing the tight grip on sanity. “I kept quiet for you! If anything you owe me, you son-of-a-”

“Shh.” He said placing a firm hand over her mouth, she shoved it away in disgust. “Don’t want to get caught talking about the past now, do we?”

“What the hell?”

“If you were to go tell the cops about the incident that occurred they’d wonder why you didn’t go sooner,” he taunted. “You know that it’d be laid out on your head as well as mine. It’s not like you struggled to save her.”

“I could say I was under your threat,” she commended.

“Then why come out and say it after such a long time, huh?” He grinned widely. “We both now how cops love to ask questions, questions you can’t answer as innocently as you would wish. Like what happened after I found you under the staircase, would you tell them that you helped me get rid of the body?”

“Shut up!” She nearly yelled wanting to put her hands over her ears to protect herself from the awful truth that had occurred nearly a year ago. She had spent hours in the shower after that night trying to desperately cleanse her arms and any other parts that had touch that cold corpse, she could still feel the touch now.

“How would everyone treat you after that?” He was getting to the punch line and she knew it. “Your parents hate you enough without reason, now what would happen if they had a reason to? They’d lock you up for sure.” He ignored her attempts to shake her head but she knew he was right. “Your only choice now is to listen to me and do what I say. No questions asked.”

“What do you want?” She said weakly, hating the feeling of being at someone’s disposable advantage. Now she was no more than a puppet even after years of avoiding this from anyone and making sure no one ever stepped all over her again it was happening.

“Now that’s what i want to hear,” he said gleefully. “Nothing too big, don’t worry about it. Today you can relax, the jobs do’t start until tomorrow.”

She remained stiff as he walked away but once he was gone she visibly relaxed sliding down the wall that was comfortingly pressed down her back. She sat on the ground not really thinking about the new situation that had arisen. If she had decided to attend her next class instead of skipping the rest of the day she would have met someone else as well. She would have found out that today there were more than just one new student, there had been another that no one had particularly paid attention to. She was quiet and was avoiding conflict until the time came, when the time came she would tell her what to do.