The Crow's Last Bullet

Chapter 2

I didn't feel right the next morning. I was groggy, tired, and hurt all over. It hurt to just even move, leaving me to stay still. I looked over at my clock, which I had forgotten to set last night since there was school again today. I sighed. I did not want to attend school after what happened yesterday. Thinking of it, I don't remember much. God damn alcohol and it's affects.

  My aunt must of been at work. If she wasn't, I would of been woken up by her. I was kind of happy she wasn't home at the moment, meaning I could just skip school today. It wasn't the first time I've done it, either. I have in the past because... you know... why even bother going to school? I had an excuse anyway, my stomach felt like a turntable. It was a struggle just to sit up, grasping my head as a wave of dizziness overcame me. It hurt like hell, standing up and wobbling in the process.

  I walked out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom. It wasn't much; a vanity right next to the doorway with a mirror the size of the left wall, a toilet and a shower. I faced the vanity mirror, opening the cabinet beside it. A little ibuprofen and I will feel fine, hopefully. I pulled the bottle out, dumping two orange pills into my hands and threw them into my mouth, along with a glass of water to down them. I looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was a mess and my violet eyes were dim and red from crying all night. I brushed some of my hair aside and found a cut mark on the side of my neck. Great, Andrew had cut me, too.

  Walking out of the bathroom, I went back to my room and searched for something to wear. I settled on my black vest with a tank top underneath, a hoodie and jeans with a belt and a bag hanging off of it. Simple with a rock star-like appearance, that was my look. I wasn't an actual rock star, but I sometimes wished I was. I found my cross necklace on my desk, picking it up and placing it around my neck. It added to the look, but I wasn't religious nor did I believe in God. I just liked it.

  I planned to head out for the day. There was nothing else for me to do and I did not want to be home when my aunt did. She would kill me. I walked downstairs and didn't even bother with food as I walked out the front door and into the open. Today was chillier, the temperature dropping to the forties. I was not looking forward to winter. Here in Haran, it gets to zero degrees and below with about an inch or two of snow. It's not fun, I will say that. However, during spring and summer we get a ton of thunderstorms, so I guess it makes up for it in a way.

  As I walked down the street, I pulled my hood over my head so that my blonde hair was barely visible. My hands were in my pockets, keeping my gaze downward. I didn't want anyone to recognize me, especially when I was skipping school. I had no destination in mind, deciding to let my feet guide me around town. Just go with it, let them guide me to wherever it is that they want to take me. I know that probably made no sense, but it's the best I could come up with.

  I eventually found myself at the entrance of the Marley Atkins Cemetery, the local cemetery in Haran. I looked up at the sign that hung over the gate, imprinted in big letters on a concrete block held up by the metal pipes that made up the gate and the fence surrounding the cemetery. I pushed the gate open with both my hands, placing them back in my pockets and letting it slammed behind me as I followed the path through the graveyard. Gaves were everywhere, covering every inch of the soil. This graveyard mostly had soldier remains from the war times, and you could tell from the flag that stuck out of the ground next to them. Most of them were from the VIetnam War, and don't ask how I know that.

  Most people find graveyards to be creepy. I, however, don't. I like a bit of horror every once in a while, it really gets me going. I don't scare easily, however. It takes a lot to scare me. Say, if a zombie or skeleton was to pop out of one of the graves, I wouldn't be scared. If it started to come towards me, I would run. Heh, I would actually laugh if that were to happen right after I said that.