Pandora's Box

♒ The haunting hour (part 2) ♒

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2:16 A.M

16 hours 43 minutes and 2 seconds before the incident.

I could almost see it, but I knew and everyone else morphing the complementary tourists pamphlets into easy basketball shots, lost there eyes somewhere in the stars and that the near skyline church's standing like nursing objects next to this superior palace had no short line.

Or short stairs either approximately three hundred steps glistening fragile limestone, I traced it curiously not daring to look up at the heart stopping stars mirroring the marble taintly, a fiery chill whispered down my back.

I was in a vulnerable position.

I looked up at the wide dome, if you ever survived the climb upstairs it was like striding threw heaven, and up at the dome you would feel as if you could fly away with peter pan and feel so legit hipster it seriously wasn't even funny, looking down at the city trying to get lost in the lights softly illuminating the dead night, put your headphones in and fall straight into the weeknds trance.

I closed my eyes inhaling something.

Hell, it definitely wasn't artificial.

It smelled like a rainy day, dark and mistrusting. That might have been the best definition of me, I smirked wrapping a dark knitted scarf closer to me, you can't help but feel just a little bad ass.

It wasn't like I came here to recite poetry, I was going to destroy something in my wake, I might even get expelled. But I wasn't leaving without at least peeing inside a priceless vase.

Oh yeah, I was feeling so bad ass.

A few seconds later I stumbled forward in the result of someone's strong shoulder bouldering me almost causing some very concrete stairs to come in contact with my forehead, gritting my teeth I whipped around cursing down sailors.

"You guys are in a good position to kiss my ass if you think you can ruin this-" What I expected to see, and what I actually saw earned a bottle of Jack for me tonight.

The boy from the cafeteria- yeah the one with the mental breakdown- stood two steps away from me sucking on a pretty beat up lip, staring at me half from anger and half pleading, confused I looked behind him six guys and three big time sluts nearly collapse off the bottom of the steps from laughing out there lungs well the guys did the girls just stood like ornaments, trying to hide snickers.

I look from them to him, and got the picture pretty fast.

Prep schools are known mostly for the food chain, oh yeah the dominate apex predators that were feared from the slightest rip of a checkbook.

Basically, they were the predators and he was the prey, and I, how did I a certified rebel myself fit into this, let me tell me explain in the most calm and collective way I can, its a pretty fucked up jigsaw puzzle, I was the witness and probably the most expected to get a reaction from, short tempered and blind with madness.

Well they were right about one thing.

I growled the boy stood pleading for me not to hit him or worse hit them, I flipped the group off walking towards the cathedral slightly guilty and whispering a quick prayer God's way, "Father forgive me.

There now all is forgiven.

Someone snickered commenting humorously on my prayer. "I'm more sin, then asshole." He breathed smoothly not a trace of shame, my cheeks rose into a easy grin from the familiar voice.

I turned to see Ash blow me a sloppy kiss, walking into the building with an adoring audience.

I rolled my eyes, until a sense of guilt caused me to stumble back with impact and it was at that second that the universe decided to play with my head, and then I remembered what I was trying to get away from, the cab drive here almost an hour ago was back refreshed in my mind.

"I'm not crazy." I repeated biting away from the cold breeze.

I heard my name being shouted in pants behind me, I stopped both feet on two different steps in anticipation, it was dark as I barely saw anything only faces hiding behind shadows, not only that but it was loud and busy even the steps echoed your weight, I started back up probably imagining someone calling me as I neared towards two double doors peaking from the mountains or much rather the cathedral.

I walked threw them with ease expected some wave of acceptance, suddenly I heard more panting and my name being shouted desperately, I barely had time to turn around cause the boy from the stairs beat me to it linking himself with my steps, sweating as curly hair stuck to his forehead.

"My names Tommy." He proposed trying to catch up, he raised an outsretched hand confidently expecting me to shake it, what the hell this was 2014.

I raised an eyebrow up so far it must've replaced my hairline.

"And I didn't ask." I muttered loud enough for him to hear, I saw the surprise in his face alarm masked his disappointment only slightly as I stuffed my hands inside my pockets and moved ahead.

Don't look at me like that, it was the food chain, if he started hanging out with me he'd be more of a target then he already was.

I'm not a completely terrible person, you know.

a/n; Miles teller as Tommy to the side.