Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Finished))

Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Name Suggestion?)) Chapter 11 ((END))

HER

I ran out the library, having googled my location and how to get to the school. I didn't bother slowing down the whole way I went, the information in my head leaving me shell-shocked. Because the truth had always been nothing but silence and the lies were the loudest thing out there, so loud it was the only thing people heard. And he was to blame.

I skidded to a stop, barely in time to prevent myself from being hit by a car. Their horn blared, but I barely heard it. I needed to get to school now. Now, now, now! My whole body was shaking as I relayed my recent findings over in my mind. As I sifted through the truth of it all. I shuddered, remembering the dream I'd had before. What an idiot I was to not have realized it. The truth had practically slapped me and I'd still ignored it. All because of Alonso. Stupid Alonso!

The walk sign lit up and I took one step forward, ready to begin running again when a hand landed roughly on my shoulder, latching onto it. I spun around, gasping. Him...

HIM

"Class, as you can see, we have a new student here. This is Caroline Schmidt, some of you may recognize her, and some may be seeing her for the first time." Our homeroom teacher went on with her speech, telling us to be nice. But I didn't pay attention. Because the girl that had supposedly died by the hands of Renata stood before me, smiling timidly, and looking about herself.

Everyone else looked just as shocked as me, and the questions hit her the second our teacher finished speaking. Pity didn't even begin to describe what I felt for her as the "Didn't you die?" questions began to pop up. The girl's eyes widened, panic filling her eyes. "W-wha-" I pushed pass everyone and blocked them away from her, sending them all evil eyes. Of course, I got glares in return but that didn't matter when I had more muscle mass than everyone else.

I turned to look at the very frozen Carol, her eyes wide and her body slightly trembling. Just like the old Renata. "Carol, right?" She nodded. "I think I might know an old friend, of yours, Renata Dorean. Are you familiar with that name?" I don't know why I was asking. Why I cared so much at that moment. Renata had left me. Stayed out of school just so she wouldn't see me. I even turned my own back on her, told Jake the one thing he's probably been waiting to hear me say in the past two months. So why I was doing this... I didn't understand.

"Where is she?" The question caught me off guard. The trembling girl was gone, replaced with a strong urgent person. Her eyes practically flashed with determination.

I sighed, looking away. By now everyone had sat down in their own seat, and we too had gone to a pair of desks. "She's not here today. I'm sorry, but it's my fault. She got... mad at me." I looked at the red-head with a grimace, only to find her deep in thought. "Also, if you're going to look for Jake, he isn't here. I think he went out to look for Renata because he thinks she might've gotten lost." I thought about what I'd just said, and sighed again.

Carol spoke before I could say anything else. "What is that psycho still doing here?" Pure hatred was reflected off her green eyes; her hands were bunched into fists. I felt confused.

"Jake...?"

HER

"Going somewhere?" Jake stood there, a weirdly genuine smile on his face. His grip on my shoulder tightened. I staggered, unable to pull away from his grip. Fear made my body shake as I turned on him, my eyes not quite meeting his. I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. Because the truth said that the guy before me had some... problems. He'd done something that cost another's life. "What's wrong, you look pale..." He leaned forward, putting both hands on my shoulders.

I looked away. "Where's Alonso?" He must've come too. I don't know why, but I feel like it's the kind of thing he'd do and at the moment I'm really hoping he did come. Being here, with Jake wasn't the best thing for me. Not with what I'd discovered at the library. Which we are standing ten feet away.

"He didn't come. You know, he said the harshest thing about you. He called you a killer." I winced, taking another step back. Jake followed, unfazed.

"T-that's not true. He'd never say something like tha-"

"He also said the two of you had never been friends. That you are nothing to him." My eyes widened. This was too much. I pulled myself out of his grip, gasping when he snatched my wrist back and pulled me to him. "You mean nothing to everyone at school. They all hate you. They think you should just go on and kill yourself, just like you killed Carol." A creepy, lopsided grin formed on his lips, and he leaned too close, to the point I could smell his breath. I never knew mint could scare someone so much like it was me. "But don't worry. I'll always be your friend. It doesn't matter. We can both be outcasts. Together. Isn't that alright? Isn't it all alright?"

"Let go of me, you crazy bastard," I hissed, pulling back with all my power and digging both heels into the ground beneath me. "I didn't kill anyone. I didn't do anything and Alonso did NOT say that!" His grip finally loosened, and I fell back onto the road. My back landed hard but I was ok. Standing up, I sent a glare towards the laughing Jake and turned to run.

"You have too much confidence in your dear precious friend. But he did say that. Why do you think he didn't try stopping me from getting to you right now? Huh, what was in your mind that made you think he would come to your rescue?"

I turned around. It was the biggest mistake, as a car came passing and hit my leg as I spun around. A loud crack split through the air, followed by my scream as I hit the ground. The pain in my head from the other day was incomparable to what I felt then in my leg as blood flowed out as fast as rain, bone sticking out of the skin. I screamed again, clutching my body as the sensations burned through me. Nothing could stop it. Nothing measured to it.

"It was you. You killed her."

"No... not you too!" I heard something from my side, past the screams that continued to rip themselves free of my throat. "Don't want you to die too." Someone cupped my cheek, stroked my face. My body moved slightly, bringing a newer burn into my body. Ripping more screams from within me. "Please don't die! I didn't mean to kill Carol back then, and I don't want you to die because of me too! PLEASE!" Again, my body was moved. I screamed once more, just as the white hot pain drove my to unconsciousness.