Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Finished))

Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Name Suggestion?)) Chapter 1

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HIM

Sweet as sin...

The thought came to mind as I stared down at the trembling girl in my arms. Her brown, almond eyes stayed wide, the large sweater she'd used to cover up that beautifully slim body of her slipping off with the simple movement of my hands on her shoulders. "Renata..." I murmured into her ear, making sure the sound affected her. It did, ever so nicely, turning the small trembling into full out shaking. She was so scared of me. And I liked it. "You did this to yourself..." I went on to say, kissing the top of her head and taking in the sweet scent of her long brown hair. "You are the one who made me like this..."

One month earlier.

HER

The beginning of school... I hate it. Everyone gathers in the halls of school to talk about summer, and catch up on each others lives. They laugh so loud and act like a bunch of kids, running around the place and out of control. I HATE it all.

But maybe that's just because I don't have a friend. No special someone to share secrets with, or hang out with. No one to rely on when I'm down, or to lend a shoulder when it's needed. Nadien. But I don't really mind the loneliness, or that everyone ignores me. Quite frankly, I enjoy it. This way, I can know that no one will ever hurt me from the inside and... well, I'm scared of that. To let someone in and then have them turn you inside out. I could never be able to bare something like that.

So here I was, sitting in front of the building and waiting for the doors to the school to open. The school always made students wait outside until the official school bell rang - which was at eight o'clock- and then we had to be ready and off to our first period class by eight fifteen. Not only that, we had to stop by our homeroom to get the daily newsletters and whatnot.

Because we had to wait - and because our lunch period was outside - the school had set up some ten tables for students to sit at, all of them measuring to be at least ten feet long and three feet wide. I sat at the far corner of one of them, reading the usual book while being ignored by a bunch of people from school. The usual, to tell you the truth. Everyone always sits at their own tables and I just circulate, so as to not annoy a group to the point it becomes a problem by staying there everyday. I've seen it happen and the results weren't pretty.

Everyone was back to their usual groups, going on talking about summer like I'd though they would but a speculation came out of nowhere. The groups, one by one stood up and walked over to another group that was standing in the black-top the athletes use for soccer and football. Curious, I watched the events unfold. At first I thought it might be something like a new student but then the words "Fight, fight!" drifted to my ears.

The faint noise of a door opening also came, and then there went a teacher to the rescue. Students parted instantly, scrambling away from the fight until it was only two people left. I recognized one of the faces, but their name was out of my reach. I never really tried to remember names because, what's the point? This is Middle School and no one will know each other by the time we get to our real lives. Or so I think. Sighing, I watched the teacher go on to giving both boys a detention slip and then stalking off. So he's letting them off easy because it's the beginning of the school year? Oh, give me a break.

And then finally - what I've been waiting for this whole time - the bell rings. I literally jump off my seat and run for it, not in the mood to deal with the large crowd to come. Or the conversations. People always talk so loud and it gets on my nerves! Makes me want to punch them or something but I could never actually punch anyone. I hear it hurts so it's best not to risk it. I almost enter the door but someone tries to shove past me. The motion forces me to turn to the side and then slam right into the pole between the doors.