Silent Screams

Part One

In algebra, and the rest of the day for that matter, the words "Mute, slut" echoed on my head. How can a slut be a mute? Im not a mute. How can I be a slut if I have never been in a relationship? I knew those guys don't know me but it bothered me somehow. It made me angry. My eyes watered but they were out of rage. My nails dug in the palm of my hand. I screamed inside my head and I dug my head in the sleeve of my sweater. Im crying now. Out of sadness. I loosened my grip on my own hand. I felt a warm liquid ooze through my fingers. I didn't need to look to know it was blood. I opened my eyes. My sleeves were wet from the tears. My white sweater was almost transparent at the sleeves. I stood up in the middle of class. And walked to the door. The whole class was left speechless of confusion and amazament. Each step was a rebelious strike against whoever offended me. Those 15 steps. I pushed the door open and headed to the girls bathroom. I rubbed my face with water and soap. My tears go down the drain. Blood swirls around the sink and disappears in the pipes. I'm trembling. like this morning. God, I hate this. I wash my hands thoroughly and exit the bathroom. And hurry back. The classroom was busy again as if I never barged out in the first place. I was kind of annoyed but it was probably for the best. I plop back in my seat as if nothing happened and space out again. The rest of the class flies by. The bell interrupted my usual daydreaming. I pick up my books and head for the door.

Two classes swing fast...

It was lunch period, the most god-awful time of the day. The halls and the classrooms are busy with people rushing to the lunch room just to get the first picks for food. I just wait and let people pass first so I don't have to pick a place where to sit. I will just go to the empty spot. I do. And I find myself in a corner of a table next to a guy who I've probably only seen in the hallways. There is one more empty spot in front of me and it already has a tray with food on it. The boy next to me just stares down at the plate filled with what, in my imagination, would probably be prison food.

-"This food is utter trash."

He said to himself but somehow meant for me. I let out a small giggle. He slowly turns his head to face me. He is blind. But he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen almost hypnotic, in a way. One eye is light brown and the other is blue. But even more impressive is that they are faded inficating that he was born with functioning eyes. I didn't notice I was staring.

-"It wasn't that funny."

He was looking at me back. I was confused I thought he was blind.

-"I-I... er, sorry."

I stuttered.

-"Don't be."

He stretched his hand to me. I was gonna reach but my hand was trembling. I hesitated. He noticed my hand was just suspended in the air just barely touching his. He reached farther in contact with mine. An electric shock ran through my body.

-"I'm Nash."

He smiled.

-"O-o-Ophelia..."

I stuttered as a response.

-"Nice to meet you, Ophelia. Say, are you cold or something? You're trembling."

He stood up and removed his jacket. I wasn't really cold or anything. I was just nervous for some reason. And I have my sweater. But I accepted his gesture. He smiled after he gave it to me and sat down continuing his struggle against the prison food. I held it for a couple of seconds before putting it on. I felt my cheeks warm up a bit. I looked at him trying to eat. I found myself smiling. He kind of noticed, his eyes rolled back and forth between the food and me in a comical way. I chuckled lightly and faced my own dish. I took a forkful of mashed potato. Just before I put it on my mouth I heard a slam on the table. I flinched and jumped exaggeratedly at the same time.

-"Nash!"

I faced up in front of me. The empty seat in front of me now had an occupant.

-"Yo Ridge."

'Ridge' was taller than both of us. He was a redhead with green eyes with thin pupils. He reminded me of my image of Ron from Harry Potter that we had to read for class. Wait, I didn't even notice Nash's hair. I looked to my right towards Nash. His hair was black, no, this very dark brown. He wasn't really tall (obviously taller than me) from what I could notice from them sitting down. Then I returned to listening in their conversation.

-"...chill man it's not really serious."

Nash finished saying.

-"Don't you get it we need at least four members and Shawn never is there for the meetings. I'm not even sure he even plays!"

-"He does, I've seen him play."

-"Fine whatever! We still need members!"

-"Well, did you hand out flyers?"

Ridge then reached under the table and slammed a stack of papers onto the table.

-"Does this answer your question!?"

He almost shouted.

-"You didn't?"

Nash said kind of annoyed.

-"Nonono hear this, 'hey you wanna join the independent music club?' And almost everyone was like: 'sure, who else is there?' And I'm like "oh not much just me, a half blind nobody, and a mysterious nobody that barely shows up' then they just laugh and walk away!"

They were both pretty agitated except for Nash which was a bit more calm. I figured "mysterious nobody that barely shows up" is the Shawn they mentioned earlier.

-"Well no wonder if you put it like that."

Nash joked. A loud snort came from my mouth. Their heads jerked my direction as if they didn't notice I was eavesdropping on their conversation. Nash looked at me dead in the eyes and smiled. His voice echoed around my ears and his face was the only thing I could see.

-"Wanna join the Independent Music club?"

...

-"...yyyyes?"