Broken minds

1-Trust

"Do you trust me?" He says holding his hand staring into my eyes. He stood on top of the cliff, the strong winds messing his short blonde hair. " I do" I take a step forward grabbing his hand. He flashes a soft smile " I know you do Kora, sooner or later I will explain". Without warning me he lets go of my hand and takes a step backward. "Goodbye" he smiles once more falling off the cliff side into the rocky waters.

My eyes widen I drop towards the floor, the rocks digging into my knee. Looking down I see his body slowly sinking in the seawater. Why can't I cry? I am left speechless.I stared at his body sinking into the water if he did survive the fall he would have drowned. I grip the rocky surface of the cliff as I shout out "Aiden!" I couldn't feel my tears, was I broken? I lost my closest friend, my partner in crime I shout my regrets and my hopes in a desperate attempt to get him back.

I was still on the floor clutching the rocky cliff as the smell of seawater had filled my nose. I look down still looking at Aiden's dead body. It had drifted further towards the sun, the waves pushing it away from the cliff.

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It's been a few months since Aiden's death, they couldn't hold a funeral since they didn't find his body. Now I'm stuck here without my best friend. I already know what's going to happen sooner or later my emotions are going to get in the way. My throat still burned from the suicide attempt after Aiden's death.

I walk toward my school placing my foot onto the pavement. The weight of the backpack was heavy but I beared with it. It was hard to convince my parents to let me walk to school everyday because of the suicide attempt. Of course they were afraid that I would jump in front of a car and kill myself. I did manage to convince them so I don't know if I'm good with words or it was too easy to change their minds.

I place my hand in my pocket, clutching the left strap of my backpack with the other one, before I knew it I had arrived on school grounds. I inhale the usual scent of wood as I step inside the highschool going towards my locker. Feeling the cold metal of my locker I open it. Finding out the numerous letters , some from boys and a few from girls. I grab them one by one and stack them into a pile placing it into my locker in a neat pile.

I grab my books and walk towards my class book in hand. As I enter the classroom I was greeted by the usual off white color on the walls and the smell of sweat . I sit down on my usual desk near the window in the very back I slouched my back placing my hand on my chin.

I didn't keep track of time i didn't like Math that much and it sucks when you're actually good at it but hate it. The teacher was rambling something about area, pie finding the radius and yada yada. I tap my fingers onto the desk feeling the heat of the classroom. " Miss Reid please refrain from not paying attention in class or I will have to confiscate your sketch pad".

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It's great when you sit in detention with someone you don't know for trying to save a sketchbook. Of course the artsy tramautized person known as Kora Reid gets detention for reacting badly from a teacher taking a piece of their soul. I would blast music or draw right now or even study but they said that in detention your not allowed to do anything! Which by the way is such a bad plan.

Yes, I did shout at my teacher and flip her off and swore. The detention classroom has dull grey walls with a door made of Oak. The windows were open making me smell the smoke of the cafeteria.

Sitting in the front row was a girl with dark brown hair reaching to her shoulders, tied into a ponytail with a bandana. Her face was pale with a slight blush. She seemed to have a tiny eyebrow scar that's just small enough to cut her eyebrow in two,small dimples,wore glasses, had green eyes and had slight eye bags. Her body was light and kind of tall with another scar on her hand and chewed finger nails. Everything else seemed perfect either from those imperfections.

She wore a simple blue sweater with 엿먹어 on it. Along with that she also wore pants up to her knees. On her neck was a gold chain necklace with a Lapis Lazuli crystal. Another thing I noticed was that she had a rather sophisticated watch.

Attempting to make a conversation, I stood up and slipped into a seat next to her. I flashed her my charming *cough* not so charming *cough* smile . She turned to look at me and seemed shock she waved her hands timidly. she didn't seem to be the person who would get detention.

" Hey there"  She says stuttering along the way.her was voice timid but loud. " I'm Kora Reid , what your name?" I say still flashing a smile. " oh I'm Alissa but you can call me Alice"She seemed excited to talk to me, her eyes seemed to shimmer with hope. "Nice to meet you Alice" I reach out my hand towards her. She shakes the hand forcefully almost pulling me down, her grip was strong almost crushing my hand, her hands were small but soft. holy crap this girl is strong.

She releases her grip, then continues to talk to me. She was talkative but she keeps on apologizing for rambling saying stuff like "I'm sorry I'm rambling". Her voice was slowly became more confident and less timid. Her posture changed too, she now stood up straighter.

Sooner or later we reached the topic of why we got in detention in the first place. " Well I got here because I kinda flipped my teacher off and swore to her, ". I explain , she looked at me for a while her eyes widened, then started laughing. " At least it isn't as messed up as mine!" She continued laughing her dimples showing,. "I got detention because I beat up a bully" I stare in shock, they give you detention for that? " served him right , he almost killed the kid he bullied.But other than detention every day till next month I don't regret it"

I stare in shock this cinnamon roll looking brunette can beat up people enough to get a month full of detention. "Is that why you got the scar on your eyebrow and on your hands?" Her face fell when I asked the question she looked uncomfortable. She rubbed the back of her neck " I'm not telling you! Personal stuff" she was laughing? She seemed to take such an optimistic approach to everything. " but don't you think that's rude?" She says leaving me wondering why. "It's like me asking what's with those rope burns on your neck". I cover my neck immediately, feeling slightly uncomfortable " see I told you rude!"

After that awkward question we kind of stopped talking. Alice had reverted back to her shy state when I first talked to her every time I approach her she seems more timid and shy. She no longer had that confident tone I recognized when I talked to her.

Finally we were out of detention as I pack my things and grab my extra stuff from my locker. I saw a small note fall onto the ground from one of the letters I got from the morning. I place it in my pocket,placing the rest of the letters in my bag. I was now walking back home, securing my sketchbooks safety. While walking I hear the hum of a vehicle. It seemed to be heading towards me this was the end wasn't it? I could hear the wheels skidding across the road.

I accept my faith as I was about to die. I felt a pair of hands collide with me tackling me to the ground the pavement digging into my skin. I layed there on the ground still feeling the aftermath of the impact.

I look to who pushed me and he looked familiar, he had short blond hair spiking up with the sides shaved. His face seemed sharp with a crooked nose. He had a pair of wings and had some blemishes in his skin.

I try to grab my bags and run but my leg was hurt due to me falling onto the pavement. I watched as a bus ran into him.He just stood there unaffected by the bus ramming into him. I took a closer look , he seemed to be an angel?

"Kora? Are you ok?"

I recognized that voice. The rash, deep voice that gave me comfort. The voice that I usually heard after school.

Aiden