When they Whisper

Not-So-Normal Monday

Scarlets POV

Monday came along, and it was just like any other Monday. Boring and brain-dead. I keep getting these chills, like something or someone is watching me. I glance over at Vincent, but he didn't seem to have any strange feelings, and he's the one with dead children after him! So it must be me.

The bell finally rang for lunch. I sigh in relief. I put the combination for my locker in, put my books in there, and headed towards the cafeteria. Just like every other Monday.

The food looked edible, but I wasn't taking my chances. Man I'm so lazy today. I thought to myself. A smile made its way onto my face as I approached my friends.  Just like every other Monday.

They were all huddled in there circle, and there faces were violently pale.

"Hey guys, what's going on? Looks kinda gloomy." I said, catching all of there attention. Vincent grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the floor. He pulled me into an embrace and started stroking my hair.

"Someone escaped the juvenile correction center last night." Isaiah said, slightly shaking.

"Yeah so?" I honestly wasn't seeing the problem. Stuff like this happens all the time. 

"Scarlet, I do think you're understanding." Abby said with large amounts of sorrow. "The person that-"

"The person that escaped was Hunter." Vincent cut Abby off with a shaky and rather scary voice.

I froze. Everything that he did came rushing back. If he escaped, then it means he's probably going to come after me. Try to get rid of Vincent again. My hands started to shake. I clutched Vincent's shirt, getting a tighter grip from him in return.

"Do you think you can make it the rest of the day, I mean, I bet you feel awful." Hannah asked, concerned. I wasn't really sure myself, but who was going to come pick me up? My parents are dead, and Vincent lives by himself. We had no adults to pick us up.

"I'm sure I can make it. Now, if I can excuse myself," I reply, untangling myself from Vincent's grip. I headed for the bathroom, a tear falls down my cheek in the process.

Vincent's POV
I really didn't want her to be alone. When she left, I opened my mouth to say something but stopped, I don't want to feel overprotective. I looked at everyone else. All of there faces pale, some on the brink of crying. Isaiah looked the worst.

His usually outstretched legs, now pulled up into his chest. His jaw was clenched as he fought back tears. The heavy atmosphere was waiting to be broken by one of his jokes, but nothing escaped his lips.
I couldn't blame him though. Him and Hunter were the best of buds. Always sitting next to each other, messing around, telling each other secrets, and even going to the bathroom together. So you could imagine how he felt when he figured out he was a psychotic murderer.

Kirsta placed a hand on Isaiah's back, soothing him. A soft whimper escaped from him, but the rest was kept back.

"Stop trying to be a man, Isaiah. It's okay to cry." Katey said through quivering lips. And like that, the tears were falling. His face buried in his hands.

"I just wish things could go back to normal! Back to when Hunter was sane! Back to when we joked about everything! Back to when we could just relax!" Isaiah wept.

Scarlet returned from her bathroom break finally. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was slightly frizzy. It was obvious she had been crying. She sat down beside me and held my hand. Her head leaned onto my shoulder. I leaned on her, grasping her hand firmly. Nothing is going to hurt her.