The Masks We Wear

Chapter 13| It'll Be Over Soon

"If it makes you happy, no one else's opinion should matter."
—Anonymous

{ S C A R L E T T 'S P O V }

It'll be over soon before I knew it. That's what I told myself everyday from the beginning of the bullying. Now it was almost the time it would truly happen.

School would be over in one month. I've already sent in all the forms to the universities I was hoping to get into.

Soon, I told myself. Soon, everything would be over and I'll escape this place. I would get a fresh start somewhere else, where no one knew who I was, or my backstory.

I was literally counting down the days until school ends. I would make amends, then leave GoldWaves High and never look back.

But until then, I would just have to endure it, just the way it was.

I do have to admit, this year was perhaps the best I've ever had since high school. Carol was so nice and understanding to me as well, and as far as I know, she didn't tell my mom yet about my situation. She would check for injuries every day and if she found some, she just went straight to healing them, and never asks any questions.

I appreciated that.

Things were looking for my mom as well. We face times every three days, and her relationship with her boyfriend was going better as well.

Me and Freya, well we were still best friends as usual.

Elena, we would normally just say a simple 'hi' in the hallways. That was it. Nothing else. I guess that was better then the awkward stares compared like last year, but still, o was disappointed. I was expecting more, perhaps some time hanging out. I didn't completely forgive her yet, and she knew that.

However, she was keeping her distance from me. That was obvious. What did I do? What did she do?

Anyways today, I was walking to my death.

Of course, I didn't know that at the time.

When I was to the cafeteria, I was in the lines, preparing to get a lunch at the self serve place when there was a loud 'SPLAT!'.

Next thing I know, there's spaghetti dripping down my face and laughing. Typical. Honestly, this was probably irrelevant, but I couldn't help but think that this was getting old by now. Food dumping? Spaghetti? Old school much.

I'm not crazy, asking for more torture. I was just saying, well thinking, that they could have at least been a bit more creative.

Apparently my state of calmness angered them, which caused a guy to drip some gravy on me.

"Look at her,man!" A jock laughed, carelessly punching one of his friends in the arm.

And in that moment, Elena stormed in.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked angrily, going up to the jock that dumped gravy on me.

"Hey Elena. Y'know, we're just having some fun." He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

"This isn't right!" She exclaimed.

"What is?" The jock asked stupidly.

"She's a young woman who's trying to survive, that is! Why are all of you torturing her, making her life even worse?"

He laughed. "Why are you telling us this, Elena? After all, weren't you the person who just managed to slip—"

He made an action of putting his hands over his mouth.

"Her secret?" He asked rhetorically.

Some of the bravado in Elena's eyes faded. For a moment, she just stood there, looking unsure about what to do.

"Yes, I did, and I won't lie about that. But at least I'm trying to make it better by defending her, while you guys are just—."

She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Hah, why would we be nice to a girl who killed her own brother?" He smirked.

Memories started to flood back to me. Memories I tried to keep in the forgotten spot in my brain, a part that I try not to think about.

***
It was a rainy day outside. My older brother was trying to use his own body as a shield to the rain for me, and failing.

"Buahhahahahahhah!" I laughed.

Yes, at the moment I was drunk.

And underage.

"My god Carlie Warlie. You had too much to drink." He laughed.

Yes, this was my life. My life before this all happened. Studying and homework in the day, parties at night.

"Y'know big bro, that Luke guy cheatttttted." I whined, referring to one of his friends that I lost to at beer pong.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." He grunted, lifting me into the passenger seat.

"I feel sickkkkk Aidie Waidie." I complained, massaging my temple.

"Oh god, please don't throw up in my car." He pleaded.

As he started the engine and started to drive, I started crying.

For no apparent reason.

"Why won't Cole Sprouse noticeeeeee meeee?" I whimpered. "I stalkkkkk him everydayyyyy and I alsooo try to get him to notice me everyday!"

"Dammit, you're on your period aren't you." He moaned.

I was indeed on my period.

Suddenly, I had the overwhelming urge to drive a car.

"Gimme the wheel!" I whined, but he just said no.

"Come on!" I persuaded him. Again, he said no.

Finally, I had enough. I decided to take it on by force.

I pushed my body to the left, and grabbed the wheel. I knew how to drive of course, I do have an older brother. Just not a license.

"Scarlett! Stop!" He shrieked, trying to get ahold of me.

I laughed maniacally, and continued to randomly turn the wheel. A small part of my brain was aware that the car was swerving in different directions, but my drunken brain took over common sense.

The last thing I recalled, was blinding lights, the screeching of cars, and my brothers throwing his body over mine.

My brother; Aidan Quentin deceased that day.

***
There are some times where I'm frozen in a state of shock. My brain is working, but my body's isn't.

At this moment, I wasn't crying. I should have been, but I just couldn't move. I wasn't aware of the hush that fell over the cafeteria, or the smouldering look Elena cast at the jock.

I blinked once, then twice, then everything blacked out.
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Yay! Sorry this took so long, got somewhat of a writers block along the way of this chapter! Hope you like it!

~Viv