Withered.

6

Though I don't want to see anyone,-especially the people in my school -, I am here. For Alec. At least this is what I am telling to myself.

I am still surprised that no one interrogated me. They didn't quite notice when I left. They were too preocupied fighting with Alec. I chose not to know the topic of their fight, so I left before I could hear more than I wanted.
Maybe it's because I wasn't there when it happened, that is why they didn't ask me anything. Whilst it's true that they didn't seem to process the fact that I am Alec's sister when I was yelling at them. Maybe they will come eventually to ask me things. But I decide against analazying this now, I will find out later anyway.

I just hope Alec is ok. I don't really like the idea of leaving him there, alone, with all of those people.

As soon as I enter the school everybody looks straight at me. It is like they are seeing a ghost. As I am thinking about it, the thought of how horrible I might be looking now crosses my mind. Maybe I do look like a ghost. I haven't looked in a mirror today, not once.

I can hear them whispering. It's more than clear to me that everybody knows. Am I the last one who found out?

Seeing all of them glancing at me makes me lose my mind. I feel numb and I don't have any idea of how I am suppose to act.

'Am I suppose to act in some kind of way?'

My body is itching, telling me to yell at them to mind their own bussiness, but I just couldn't do it.

The fearless girl I tried to made myself for years is now fearful. It can be seen by anyone the fear that is inside me. I am ruining the wall I have built in a long time brick by brick, and something tells me that I may not be able to build ghat wall back.

'Do I really want to build it back up?'

I want to go back on that door and run home. Or wherever. I don't care where as long as I am as far away as possible.

I can see all of them laughing at me, telling me that I get what I deserve. That this should have happened to me a while ago.

I can't stop the noise in my head and watching all of them staring at me is only intensifying the buzzing. My eyes are wandering quickly from one person to another and I suddenly feel like I don't have enough air and I am breathing jerkily. I feel like my chest is about to explode.

I turn around in order to leave but instead of a free way, I feel a hard chest hitting hard against my face. I nearly fall down but he catches me.

"I'm sorry!" I say to him, not looking to his face. I know that if I see another pair of judgeful eyes, I will not make it.

"It's okay." I hear him saying as I try to rush to the door but he catches my arm and turns me back to him.

"Hey, let me go!"I squeal at him, trying to free myself.

"Aaliyah!" he says to me. I finally recognize his voice and stop scrambling.

I gaze up at him. His crystal clear blue irises are surrounded by little red and curved lines that make his eyeball seem like it is cracking. Under his eyes, he has dark circles that are revealing his lack of sleep. His full lips are dry and chapped. Yet he still has a beautiful figure.

"I didn't realize it was you," I say to him after I calm down.

"I heard what happened. Aaliyah, I'm so sorry..."

"What are you sorry about?" I interrupt him. For some reason, I feel a lot of anger coming from inside me. It is just like words are coming out of my mouth without thinking if it is okay for me to let them out. And I don't even care anymore. "You didn't know him, and considering what happened the other night, you had enough reasons to hate him."