The End of Everything

People Suck

Thia's POV

Dumbo. Marianna had signed it with that ghastly nick name Jenna had given her and I had no idea why. I guess maybe it was a way of showing that she'd finally accepted the fact that that was what she was according to other people. Just a stupid deaf girl with broken ears and a head full of rubbish.

I couldn't describe that I was feeling in those following moments. I was angry. I was angry because maybe I could have done something. She never seemed like the type of person to do something so drastic. She didn't seem that troubled. She didn't seem suicidal.

But I guess things aren't as they seem. I was angry at Jenna for being so antagonistic. For being so rude and practically inhuman. I'd always been told growing up that girls could be mean, really really mean and I'd never really believed it. I knew Jenna wasn't a nice person by what other people said but gods I'd never known it was so bad.

But more importantly I was angry with myself. I mean hadn't I tried to protect her? Hadn't I been a good friend? Was I a good friend? Did getting beat up solve anything like I thought it would?

My only solace was going home. I guess I thought if I just went inside I could lock everything out including my thoughts but thoughts have a tendency to follow you.

Heading upstairs I was going to go to my room when I recalled something. Mom had been holding something when I'd barged in. It seemed my parents were having a conversation. Curiosity got the best of me and I returned to their room and went to the desk.

On it were a few pictures scrambled together. Picking one up I studied it and then the others. It seemed like a Black Forest. Sort of like a tumor in the middle of nature. It was odd.

Taking the welcome distractions I wondered where it was that this was happening but I couldn't focus too much on the photos as my mind began to wander again. Back to Marianna in the tub. Back to the blood and the stupid note.

Shaking my head I set the pictures down and headed to my room. I sat on the corner of my bed pondering millions of thoughts that shot through my head at millions of miles an hour.

The only thing that broke my thoughts was the familiar sound of wings. Glancing up I saw Bastian outside sitting on the window sill. Sighing, I got up and opened the window allowing him to hop inside.

"Hey Bastian. You hungry?" I asked to which he fluttered his wings in response. "No. Well that's okay ."

I watched as he hopped down onto the floor and looked around; his small little bird legs supporting a large fluffy black frame.

"You won't believe what's happened." Laying down on my bed I stared at the ceiling. There was a paper dragon hanging from the ceiling that fluttered slightly in the breeze from the window.

Bastian crooned and hopped up onto my pillow nestling down in the comfy pillow case. I watched the little dragon sway in the breeze as I told Bastian everything I could think of.

"I just don't get it. How can people be so horrible?" I asked. Bastian crowed loudly and almost angrily in response. "Yeah. I don't get it either."

I sighed thinking about the classes I'd have to go to tomorrow. I really didn't want to. I didn't want to talk to anyone or tell them what happened or face the stupid gossip. I didn't get much sleep that night because my brain just wouldn't turn off.

And when I finally did fall asleep it was because I'd worried myself to exhaustion. Consequently, the morning came too quickly and I had to drag myself out of bed. Compared to other mornings where I'd been chipper and full of energy this was pathetic.