Heaven's Rejects

Chapter 7

I shut my bedroom door and slide behind it, my head in my hands. I let out a light sob, and ran one hand through my hair. I felt something grab both of my wrists. My breath hitched, I was afraid to look up. It touched my cheek softly, hovered over me. I got the courage to look up, a lump raised in my throat. The shadow figure. I caressed the hand over my cheek. I looked up to where I imagined his eyes would be. "You're not real" I whispered to myself. I shoved him off of me and whipped around to find him gone, as if he was never there. I'm so tired of the demons that cloud me. I begin to pound my head against the wall. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I continued this until I was laid on the ground blessed with a blacked out mind.

My already set alarm woke me up that morning. My skull was pounding, I lifted my head up to feel the black bruise on my forehead. I let out a small moan of pain and walked to the bathroom to observe the damage. A huge black and yellow bruise about the size of my fist was in the corner of my forehead. I shivered at my reflection, my auburn hair was greasy, bags under my eyes. I close my eyes and walk out of the bathroom and grab my bag.

I avoid eye contact with Victoria and walk straight out the door to be greeted with cool autumn air.

I sit in class and try to ignore all the 'are you okay', 'what happened to your head?'. My focus in then completely on Stryker as his black hair stands up, laced with hair gel. His lips were slightly chapped from his last cigarette. His jacket around his neck. He comes closer and closer. He sits next to me. He smells of cigarettes and Jack daniels by the beach. His icy eyes meet mine, I break the eye contact. My heart felt as if it was going to burst. My cheeks flushed, lips parted. "Um, are you like deaf?" he asked with a slight smirk. I look down to my feet, "No, sorry I was lost in thought" I replied biting my lip. He nodded and stared at me, as if I was water on a hot sunny desert. I scratched the back of my neck uncomfortably. "How was your night?" Oh God he's talking to me. "It was fine" I replied not moving my eyes. There was complete silence between us for a few seconds. "...Now you're supposed to ask me how my evening was." he smirked. I wrote exactly that and handed him the scrap of paper. "Silent type, eh?" he asked. I nodded and clenched my lips shut. He wrote fantastic on the paper and passed it to me discreetly. His skin was tan, but light, as if he spent the summer outside. I felt his icy eyes begging to meet mine. "With a bruise like that, I'm not all sure it was such a nice night" he mumbled. I tried to pretend he didn't exist, I began to doodle on the paper in front of me. I knew these tricks, the popular boy gets close to you, pretends he's in love with you... once you've given him everything he leaves.

He held me close, almost too close. It all started in in a library. My books slipped from my hands as me being the nerd I am bumped into someone. That someone who looked like an angel. I fell for him . Milkshakes at midnight, roses at random occasions. He was my everything. That was until I found out it was all one big joke...I was the joke and the fool.