The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 5: A Day's Work

I had gotten dressed in a simple white dress that ended at mid-thigh, with a pair of black leggings. Of course, I had my signature white trench coat over it with my headphones around my neck. My hair was left down as I allowed it to glide against my back. Luckily for me, I fitted my hands into long, white, fingerless gloves to hide the bandages. Inhaling lightly, I caught my reflection in the mirror, noticing a soft pink glaze over my cheeks. I can't seem to shake off the feeling that everything is going to change now. I had barely stepped out of my house and locked it before squealing when Tristan picked me up bridal-style.

"Don't scare me like that, asshole!" I exclaimed angrily at him, my cheeks puffed out in annoyance.

Tristan laughed at my reaction, his arms holding onto me gently. "Oh-ho my god! That was hilarious!" I rolled my eyes as he laughed a little more, amused beyond belief by his own little prank. Abruptly, he leaned towards me and looked right at me, as if trying to examine something. I blushed even more than I already was, my eyes wide. "Why are your cheeks pink? Are you sick?"

"N-No!" I swiftly retorted, pushing his face away from mine with embarrassment washing over me. "Back off!" He laughed again, and I crossed my arms with my jaw tight. "Can we just go now?"

He grinned excitedly, and his shoes began to glow. I squeaked suddenly when we shot up towards the sky. My arms wrapped around him tightly as I yelled at him, but a smile was on his face, as if he didn't find whatever I said insulting.

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Soon, we landed in front of the school. Everyone in the courtyard turned to look at the two of us as I walked down the path to the school doors with Tristan walking beside me, lagging behind. They began to whisper things, and both Tristan and I gave each other knowing looks. They're definitely gossiping something about us. He nodded, and we looked away from each other, averting our gazes,

"When did they start to come to school together?"

Just now.

"Are they dating..?"

UM. NO. STOP WITH YOUR FANTASIES.

"Look! Her hands have bandages on them."

Well, fuck.

When we walked onto the campus, I quickly bid goodbye to Tristan and made my way to the football field so that I could sit on the bleachers. After taking a seat, I sighed, breathing in softly. Immediately, I slapped my cheeks harshly, leaving them even more pink than they already were. I need to stop FREAKING BLUSHING AROUND HIM! A sigh fell out of my mouth again and looked up at the sky. Why am I so freaking awkward?! I looked back at my hands, stretching out my fingers.

I might need to walk home from school today. Unless.. I ask Tristan to take me home...

STOP IT, CHERYL.

STOP IT.

PLEASE.

STOP. STOP. STOP.

I slapped my face again and frowned at nothing in particular. "Ugh! This really freaking blows..."

Too bad I just can't use my other attribute.

The reason why some people with two attributes didn't use their minor attribute was from fear of changing, almost like an alter ego. Once in my life, I had used my music attribute, and that was how I almost caused my family to die. A week later, the shadow had tracked down the attribute and killed my family, which only worsened my fear of using it. I felt like it was my fault for them dying. I remembered everything so clearly, as if I had become a monster.

The blood, the knife, the sinister white grin of the shadow.

I shook my head vigorously and looked at my hands once again. The bandages are comfortable at least. But I think they're coming off. I shrugged it off and hopped off the bleachers, walking back into the school to waltz into a classroom.

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"Class dismissed."

Even though I decided to come to class to ridicule the lessons, I ended up being one of the first out of the classroom. A few students with the attribute of speed ran past me and a few other classmates, the wind ruffling our hair and clothes. Some of the students were annoyed and cursed at them, though I found it weird to be angered at them. Jesus Christ, they just want food. I began to walk towards the cafeteria until someone's hesitant figure had stopped me. A girl in her sophomore year had shyly stepped up toward me with a clipboard.

"U-Um.." She stuttered quietly. I turned to look at her, and she slightly jumped out of fear. I wasn't surprised, as to seeing I was usually feared by younger students. "I-I wanted to interview you.. for the school n-newspaper."

My head leaned to the side, bewilderment washing me. School newspaper? They're still doing that? I thought I was old news by now. Guess not. I looked down at the girl, and I knew that the other students in the club must've forced her to interview me, in hopes of me yelling at her or something. She was obviously an introvert and didn't like to hold the weight on her shoulders. To make things easier for her, I sighed a little and nodded at her.

Food can wait.

"Ask away."

She looked back up with a puzzled expression, quickly changing it into a bright smile. For the next few minutes, she asked me a couple of questions. I answered them all truthfully. She was relieved. After we were done with the interview, she bowed lightly. "Thank you for your time!" Then, she scurried off.

I walked into the cafeteria and spotted the short lunch line. Yes..! I walked into the line and grabbed some of the lunch. As I looked around at the cliques, I made my way towards the lone table I always sat at, hiding in the shadows of the dark corner. It was the best spot for privacy, because everyone believed that it was cursed, and so, they stayed away. However, it wasn't cursed. If anything, that was a silly joke. It just had chains dangling from it, jingling when the wind from the doors and windows blew on them. I sat down at the table and picked at my food aimlessly. I don't know if I want to eat anymore. I reluctantly ate a small bite, cringing at the weird taste.

Yup.

Still as trash as ever.

"Want half of my sandwich?"

I looked up when the voice interrupted my thoughts, but Tristan was already taking a seat across from me. I peered down at my food. Ew. I looked back at him and nodded eagerly. Tristan and I chatted for a while as we ate. His sandwich was really good and most likely the best thing I've eaten on school grounds. After we finished our meal, I took off my gloves, and he began to unwrap the bandages.

"The ointment was absorbed into your skin, so that's some good news," he said, putting pieces of the ripped bandages on his empty tray. "I think you'll be fine now. You might not be able to use your attribute for a few more hours though."

"Oh.." I mumbled.

"I could take you back to your place," he replied, still unwrapping the bandages. A red blush crawled up his neck. "I-I mean, if you want me to. I don't want you to walk home, since it's kind of far away."

I blushed lightly and looked down at my lap. "Y-Yeah. Sure."

Again, we're just two awkward people that are too embarrassed to say anything else but stutter random words because we can't do anything productive.