The Secrets We Keep.

xi. numb, painless, regretful

Warning, this chapter is very long, the total is 2156 words. So you're in for a treat! This is where the book actually gets good, or I think.

    The following day, they walked back into the school feeling happy about themselves. Not everyone was feeling that way though. Dyllin was feeling dread over going to school that day. The tensions between him and everyone else grew. He felt separated, dismembered, and as if he was a completely different being from the rest of the school. Everyone else but he and Eliza had friends, though he liked it that way.

    Eliza looked over, knowing that he was the prime suspect. She felt, admittedly, bad for the prime suspect of the investigating which her dads were having to go after. This dude did not really look bad, besides the fact that he looked like a fuckboy.

    "What are you looking at me for?" Dyllin asked.

    Eliza squinted her eyes at the rapist. At least the dude had the curtesy to not swear at her face, she thought that the rapist would have no respect at all forever, this person seemed to be the person to want consent first. Though, she admired the respect, she wanted to slap the dude no matter what.

    "Eliza Hannigan. You?" Eliza asked, slightly intrigued by the guy.

    "Dyllin Smith." He said shortly, Dyllin looked on before walking off to escape the awkward vibes that he was receiving from Eliza.

Alisson walked into the school, a cheery smile on her face as she recalled her emotions. She noticed that she felt alone with Matt, she could tell there was something there. She walked over to Matt. "I have a question for you. When are we getting together?"

Matt turned over, giving the blonde a confused look.

"Okay, I know I'm insane, but hear me out. We have chemistry, we really do and we deserve to be together. We're soulmates. I feel it."

"Yeah this is definitely a new level of crazy." Matt said. "Look, I just got raped, I still need to get over it. I need to determine who I am. I'll admit I get some solace from hanging out with you. But I don't consider you as a potential future love interest. I only see you as a friend, a really great friend."

Alisson was heartbroken, her heart sank to the ground as she sighed, walking away. She had been through so much shit in her life that her heart was numb and almost wanted to give up at that point. The heartbroken girl who believed to have found her soulmate walked over to her locker again in defeat. She wanted to live a life she was happy with, and every time she almost felt as if things would get better, they just came back to her like a boomerang, but every time, it hit her worse then ever.

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Royal sat alone, her voice dorment as she tried to clear her thoughts. She was beginning to soften, her edges were being a circle, instead of the sharp spikes they once had used to be. She felt as if this was all her fault - as if she was the reason everything spiraled into what it was; the rape of Matt Monroe, aka the schools sunlight. If she had not done the illegal acts, she wouldn't have been roped into doing it, into doing any of, and that meant no more ruining friendships. She tried to clear her brain, making herself painless.

She had many regrets, one of them was not stopping her nights out to imprint who she was, it was the biggest regret of her life, she was about to cry, at least she did one thing; kill Chloe's dad. But, was that really a good thing? She was the entire reason that someone died on her hands. Maybe not exactly on her hands, but her spray paint caused it with some science stuff.

She was numb,  and at the same time, painless. She had nothing in her body by the end but peace and clarity as she sat underneath the wooden tree, trying to hide away from everyone. She heard a commotion coming from the interior of the school but just shrugged it off, turning away. She wanted to forget about everything. She wanted to get the fuck away and move.