The Promise

Thoughts can kill

A week later on the bus, Luna was nowhere to be found. Calm down she's probably just sick or late. I told my overly paranoid mind. Today when I got off,I  looked for Tony. Eventually after a few,awkward minutes, I found him.

He was standing there with a few others. I instantly felt my anxiety show up. I would probably be obligated to talk. Ugh, I thought and sighed. I didn't want to go talk to them. Sadly, Tony had noticed and motioned me over. I just stood there with him looking at me. Suddenly hit with realization, he said “ these are the others from the table, you need to meet them".

Blushing slightly from embarrassment, I walked over. “Guys this is Scarlet, she sits at our table now." He motioned to me. Then looking at me he said “ scarlet this is Jake", he said motioning to a taller blonde boy (that's not saying much since I'm so short), who was wearing a black veil brides shirt.

“ Lizzie", pointing to a girl about my height, black hair with steaks of color, wearing a Panic! At the Disco shirt. “Andy" he pointed to a boy standing across from me, with short brown hair, wearing an of mice and men shirt. “ And lastly angel" he said pointing to the purple haired boy standing next to me. I looked over and noticed his eyes were purple too.

“Hi" they all said simultaneously. I just gave a short wave. Andy and Lizzie gave me weird looks. I looked over to Tony. “oh yea, she doesn't talk either" he stated. Either? I looked at him again when he said it, and he shifted his gaze to angel.

'oh' I mouthed. Looking back over to angel he waved. I grinned and waved back. During the entire conversation, Angel didn't talk once, nor did he write anything down once. He just made hand gestures and movements. The others obviously understood him to. I wondered how this was possible.

I asked Tony about it via white board,“ for about a month we didn't understand that well, but he made gestures toward things and for things and we just know what it means. Like our own sign language." He answered.'do you think I could?' I wrote. He automatically nodded.

I grinned. I wouldn't need the board then. At one point at least. Paying more attention to Angel as we talked, taking mental note of his guestures.As we were about to walk back in, Tony grabbed my arm and pulled me aside.

I watched as the rest of group kept on walking , not noticing my absence. After they went inside Tony looked at me and asked "have you seen luna any time today?". Furrowing my brow, I shook my head. The concern in his eyes I hadn't noticed before greatly increased at my answer.

'Why' I asked, mimicking the way I had saw Angel do it earlier. "She hates being at home, and hasn't missed a day of school since.....In awhile."

My proudness for my actions that I had quickly left, only to be replaced with worry, scared, and anxious feelings. 'this is your fault. You probably upset her getting mad or made her feel bad. You let that kid mess with her.' These thoughts raced through my head. Along with the help of my demon of coarse.

I quickly reached for my board with my now shaky fingers. 'what happened last time she left?' I wrote, slightly sloppy. "She um" he paused, cleared his throat and continued. “she had an accident." He looked like he was on the verge of tears at his sentence, so I didn't push it.

“Angel was crushed by it. That's why he stopped riding your bus." I cocked my head questioningly. “Luna is his sister" he stated before we were ushered inside and sent to our different classes.

I could not stay focused all day until lunch. My mind was either scolding me with things like you are such a fuck up and you don't deserve to live you ruin everybody lives or racing with thoughts of what is wrong with Luna, what is she hiding, what happened years ago.

By the time I had made it to lunch I was convinced one of two things happened. She either hates me and couldn't stand me or she was really insane and deadly. I was wrong. Very wrong. Walking to the table finding Angel actually in tears and physically talking, or trying to, implied something worse than what I could have thought of.

She was dying. And it was most likely my fault and mine alone.