Frost

XV.

"This doesn't make any sense, who would do this to you?" Damien had his hands through his unruly light pink hair, cautiously pacing back and forth in Blythe's and I's room. I was currently sitting on the edge of my bed, Blythe sitting behind me and rubbing my back for moral support. The thick bloody writing was still on the wall, it wasn't dripping and creating a bigger mess, but it stood thick and grey all over the walls. A shudder ran its way down my spine. 

A knock sounded at the door, and all three of our heads snapped in the direction. 

"Guys its me" Marina's telltale voice came through and we all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, Damien shouted for her to come in and soon Marina and Lucy both filed into the small dorm. Lucy gasped once she caught a glimpse ate the bloody wall, Marina's jaw dropping open in surprise- they both look shocked. 

"What the actual hell?" Marina said first. Lucy blinked a few times before looking at me with a sympathetic gaze. 

"How do we get rid of it?" Damien says exasperated, "We can't really tell anyone right now- not after what happened to Johanna" He continues his usual pacing. 

"Is it-" Lucy gulps, her face starting to drain of colour. Blythe nodded and Lucy's bottom lip quivered, she stood beside her sister who looked like she might punch a few people in the head, an angry glow to Marina's usual mischievous eyes. "Do you know who did it?" She whispers angrily, I shake my head, unable to speak. I fiddled with my necklace, it felt cool in my hands as I twirled it through my fingers. 

"Well ladies, looks like we need some scrub brushes" Marina breaks away from Lucy and ventures into our bathroom, noises of rummaging cupboards echoes around the eerie room.

 We all had blank stares on our faces, Blythe had been the quietest out of all of us. When she had stepped into the room her face had gone blank upon seeing the words written on the wall, she rubbed my back and comforted me accordingly but her eyes had glazed over as if she was deep in thought about something.

 Did she know who did this? Does she know why? I was eager for answers but at the same time I felt like my brain wasn't able to comprehend any more answers. It hasn't even been a month, and already I learn that I am a part of a special rare species, a man who is possibly out to get me as been released from jail, and I have a dark brooding boy hot on my tail. I needed to scream. 

I haven't said anything about Westley in fear of the whole school finding out due to Marina's unusually loud mouth, and if it did, then Alfred would get into deep trouble for confiding in me. I haven't even told Blythe, who seemed simply unnerved by this whole ordeal, she sat pensively on the bed.