Voices In My Head

Chapter 1; Voices

Cecile POV: 

Isn't it odd? I finally got what I always wanted. My dream come true. And it hurts. This hurts. I hurt. All I can do is watch. Watch, because I can't do anything. 

I scream, banging my hands against the wall of my cage. Tears burn my eyes, but no one looks at me. He goes flying backward as an indistinguishable object knocks him over. He's fighting for me. He doesn't know I'm here. I try to tell him. I scream. My mind screams. 

But he can't hear me. 

I feel sick to my very core. He stumbles to his feet. His face is covered in blood, but there is still determination etched into his features. The world starts to blur as the tears I had been holding back pour out. Look at me, I scream at him. Look. See. Please see me. 

I feel useless. Useless as I watch him get up again, facing an impossible foe. I had promised him. I'd never leave him. I broke it. My body was wracked with sobs and I knew Ruin was watching me. The evil who was enjoying this. 

I wanted to fix it. Go back and fix all of it. So this would never happen. But how could I...? 

6 MONTHS EARLIER 

I want to shoot the clock. Blast the damned thing off the wall. The class is silent, I tap my pencil on the edge of my desk. The words of the test blur in front of me and all I can hear is the achingly slow tick of the clock. 

A girl shoots me a glare and I stop tapping. My foot vibrates, moving up and down faster than I thought I could move. I'm done. But I don't want to be the first person to hand in the test. 

Tick, Tick, Tick. 

I doodle a cartoon head peering over a block fence. Tick. I erase and then rewrite the answer to a question I know I was going to get wrong. Tick. I wonder if I would get in trouble for throwing a pencil at that stupid clock?

Suddenly, a piercing bell cuts through the air. I stand so fast my chair rocks back onto its hind legs before hitting the ground with an obnoxious clang. The class is in a uproar, so different from what it was minutes ago. 

Students are streaming down the halls and people are pulling heavy backpacks onto their shoulder. I push my chair in and sling my back over one shoulder. Stapling my work I slide the test into the pile. 

A brunette girl waits for me at the door. I take my place by her side and we start to walk quietly to our next class. I don't know if it's a good sign that nothing ever needs to be said. That there is never a need for conversation. 

"How'd you do?" she asks, tilting her shoulders to dodge a fast walking freshman. 

"Fine," I mumble.

She rolls her eyes and smiles, "You always say that."

"How'd you do?"

She frowns, " I probably failed."

I snorted. "You say that every time. And you always get 100s."

" No I don't," she says defensively. I open my mouth to say something when a tall lanky boy comes and wraps his arms around her. I smile and let myself fall behind, becoming completely engrossed with my feet. 

Suddenly, my butt is on the ground and my folder has spilled across the floor. I shake my head, taking a second to register that I had fallen. I growl, looking up to meet furious blue eyes. He bends down and quickly shoves papers into my folder. 

"Shit, shit, shit," he mutters under his breath. He is crinkling my papers. 

"Hey," I yell, he looks up as if seeing me for the first time. I point exaggeratedly at my folder, "You're ruining my stuff."