Unpredictable - (tristan evans)

Poison

He thought about her again as he wandered his way through the rest of his pointless classes in a blind fog of confusion, the drugs he had knocked down to help him sleep last night still leeching through his system and resulting in a pounding headache. He groaned quietly as he stood up too quickly but despite the pain, he couldn’t shake the image of her, the mysterious aura that she projected, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Finding something small and hard in his pocket, he pulled out his lighter and stared at it, dimly recognising the faint red imprint on his fingertip where he’d been careless. He laughed, sarcasm almost dripping off his tone, and several people around him turned to stare. He had always been careless.

She was just rounding the corner, saw him standing motionless in the middle of the corridor, and sighed. Why did everyone always stare at him like that? She shook her head, averting her gaze as she hurried past him but out the corner of her eye she noticed him fall into step behind her. Her feet kept going, though her heart hammered wildly in her chest, and she almost laughed out loud as the rush of students parted easily for her as she passed. But it wasn’t her; it was the person walking behind her. Calmly dangerous, he felt the sharp edge of his piercing in his lip, judged what he must look like to them, and smirked.

And then they were outside, away from prying eyes, whispered rumours flying into life as she gradually let her footsteps slow, and come to rest. She didn’t know what to think, not really expecting anything yet still scared to face the truth almost screaming in her face. After a long silence she began to doubt her imagination, deciding he hadn’t really been following her at all, and turned around in exasperation at her own stupidity.

“Oh”

He stood a few steps away, a smooth eyebrow raised as he waited, seeming to enjoy her obvious discomfort. The last few students spilled out of the open door beside them, gaping at Tristan, then at her, even as they stumbled away into the trees that surrounded the small building. The unanswered question formed on the tip of her tongue and suddenly she couldn’t help it, the words she’d been holding in for so long finally tumbling from her lips in a fumbled rush.

“Why do they always stare?”

He looked sad, gazing down at his feet as the seconds ticked away into nothing. She thought he wouldn’t answer her, just starting to turn away when he spoke again, voice hoarse.

“Maybe they’re trying to figure out what I am”

She felt an involuntary shiver trickle down her back, and saw that he had noticed, unthinkingly taking a step towards him before catching herself.

“And what are you?”

“I don’t know anymore”

And suddenly she gave in to her last shreds of restraint, the pain in his voice tearing down all the shields she had ever thrown up around her soul to protect herself. She reached out and touched his arm in a silent gesture of comfort, tracing the black imprints of his tattoo as he held himself still, shocked. No-one dared to even look in his direction, he was used to them running away, but yet here she stood. His eyes were impossible to read, yet something flared in those searching blue depths, something neither of them could hope to explain. For a single moment, she felt him beginning to respond, his own pain, years of unspoken words reaching out to hers and sharing the burden as wind whispered secrets to the tall trees that enfolded them.

He shuddered slightly under her light touch, a softness no-one had ever seen before flitting across his composed features, and as her hand trailed down his skin he turned his palm up, catching her fingers and holding them entwined with his own.

She understands, he realised in a rush of incredulity, amazement colouring his turbulent thoughts, she knows what it’s like, to have nothing, to be alone all the time.

He looked down at their joined hands, the warm sensation unknown to him, strangely alien on his skin.

“I don’t even know your name”

“It’s Scarlett”              

Scarlett. He turned the word over in his mouth, a tentative smile turning up the corners of his lips. It suited her, all of her. But even as he felt the tension slowly fade from his muscles, that voice leaked through his mind, poisonous thoughts dripping relentlessly like the ever-flowing blood through his veins.

Do you want to get yourself killed?

Without thinking, he hurriedly wrenched his hand free, backing away from her, untold fear gleaming in his eyes along with a million secrets thrust down deep and chained away. Fear for her. And even as hurt flickered across her face, the hard edge returned to those piercing blue depths, once again retreating into the silent stranger that no person could reach.

“Look, stay away from me, you hear? Please, Scarlett”, he took a shaky breath, swaying unsteadily on his feet as he turned away, “If you know what’s good for you, leave me alone. I’m no good for you, it’s not safe”

He left her there and abruptly walked away, the tender moment now a mere memory to be taken and torn apart by the raging wind, the words ringing in his ears along with the silence of crashing sound.

Everyone you’ve ever loved is dead. Because of you. It’s all your fault.

He promised himself over and over with each step, promised her.

She will not suffer the same fate, not for me.

But even as the bitter promises and half-covered fears tore bleeding holes in his thoughts, adding to his infinitely growing collection of wounds, he couldn’t hide the truth, even from himself.

I’m in love with you, Scarlett.

And that only means you’ll end up dead.

I’m so sorry.

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