Black and Blue

Chapter 2

Aamor’s POV

Nobody noticed me. I was see-through, like a sheet of glass. Non-existent. Un-important. If I disappeared, no one would care; the world would just carry on as if I didn’t contribute a single thing to it. Yes, people would notice, Greenwood’s resident psychic-freak would have left. They would have to find a new kid to tease and pick on. It didn’t help that the grade eleven ‘geek-freak’, Jennifer, had left. Now there was no one but Alexander, the neat-freak, who I could side with against the rest of the school. And personally, Alexander was too freaky for me.

As I ran down the corridors after being pelted at with names and questions about everyone’s futures, which I could not see (obviously), I ducked into the girls toilets, slamming one of the cubicle doors shut. I sat on the toilet lid, crying my eyes out, like the pathetic little girl I was.

Psychic-freak. All the kids in the school thought I was mad, they thought I ‘connected’ with another world and that was why I was so quiet. They hadn’t seen what I had seen. I couldn’t protect him when he needed me. When they came closer. I had saved myself. Watched the bullet tear through his heart. Watched as he reached out for me to help him, to tell him he would be okay.

I cringed at the memory, wiping it from my thoughts. That was then. This was now. The Carter’s told me that. They told me I had to get over it, it wasn’t my fault. Yet I was letting them down, after all they had done for me. Yes, I was a straight-A student, but I didn’t have the confidence they did, or the courage to actually try at anything. They had adopted me after the ‘accident’ with Oliver. After I was dragged away from my real family, the Masons. But no one knew that, no one would ever know that.

“Ammie? Are you in there?” Someone knocked on the cubicle door.

“G-go away, M-miles,” I chocked out, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

“Nah, I’d rather you come out so I don’t have to barge my way in,” he answered, kicking the door, “You know I’ll break it down.”

I let out a sob which ended up forming into a strangled laugh, “You shouldn’t be in here, Miles, it’s the girls bathroom.”

“Soooo?” He drew out the o sound like he always did when he didn’t have anything to retort. Apparently it made him sound smarter. I begged to differ.

“Get lost,” I coughed, the tears still streaming down my cheeks.

He sighed, “Ammie, come out, pleeeease?”

“No,” I argued, wrapping my arms around myself.

“I will break this door down, I’m serious Aamor,” he replied in a serious tone, which was ruined by his muffled chuckle at the end.

I rolled my eyes, “And I won’t talk to you if you do.” We went into silence, him leaning against the cubicle door while I continued to ball my eyes out. He was the only one who understood me, the only one who didn’t call me names, the only one I trusted. But he wasn’t there all the time to protect me. He had a life and it didn’t help that he was in the grade above me.

There was a knock on the cubicle door again, “Ammie, don’t let their words get you down. You’re better than they are.”

I shook my head, running my hands through my knotted red hair, “You’re just biased.”

“I am not!” he cried, mocking hurt, “I’ll have you know, Aamor Mason, I am not biased what so ever! I am a truthful boy who only wishes to please everyone!”

“Suck up,” I retorted, smiling slightly. He was the only one who called me by my old name. He was the only one who knew about my old name. Everyone else thought I was Aamor Carter, but I preferred my old surname, Mason. The Carters, however, thought it was best I took up their name, to stop the questions.