Tearlet

Chapter 10

Ch. 10-

The water runs over me and I keep my eyes open not wanting the memories of Roccia to appear. Each time I close my eyes she appears. Her lifeless cold eyes stare at me, taunting me. But one way or another, having my eyes opened or closed, I could still see her. Her ghost has stayed to haunt me. But ghost are not real because ghost are souls that roam earth. Therefore, it's impossible because her soul is trapped inside the Tearlet and might already be in the Other World, unable to escape.

I have just became more paranoid than before. I worry if someone would find out about what I have done. I fear my secret being revealed. I believed that wishes could come true as a kid, but not anymore. Wishing on lashes, shooting stars, and whenever time strikes 11:11, is all very pathetic to believe in. It is fake and keeps your hopes up just to destroy them. None of my wishes have ever came true, but somehow a stupid thought does come true.

Even though what they were doing in that office was obviously disgusting. It was none of my concern and I honesty didn't mean for her to literally drop dead. Now because I thought of that, I have become into a criminal. A murderer has their intention and I had mine. Even though I go completely numb and can't control myself it was my own intention to have her dead. Each day my curse is worsening and making me more evil. I am finally noticing that I am at fault. Could it possibly be me that I am the one who controls myself to do those crimes?

As a child, I remember my Mom being very religious compared to my Dad. She used to hold my hand during my Grandpa's funeral. During her own father's funeral she would try comforting me when she was the one in tears. That time no one was there to comfort her because my ass of a father was at work. But she was a strong woman and I held her hand tight as she kept telling me, ...he is now God's angels watching us in heaven. I believed her, every time she said those words, but when the curse began I slowly started loosing faith. If he and Mom were actually watching me, then why is all these horrible things happening to me?

I stay in the shower and try scrubbing off memories of each victim. Even though I do scrub until my skin becomes red, I know that the memories would cling to me like starving leeches. Thinking always makes my head throb, so I try my best to forget as I exit the shower. I turn the water off and wrap a soft cotton towel around my waist. I wipe the fog off the mirror and look at the scratchy letters that are carved name in my skin, Roccia. I still cannot allow myself to believe that this is true. But it is, and I have to accept it and think of her as all the other victims, unreal and part of a nightmare.

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Right when I enter 1st period, I straighten the signed paper and hand it to Mr. Smiths. He stares up at me with his large beady eyes as he take the paper from me, reading it. He must me asking himself, why in the world would a new student already get himself in trouble in the second week of a strict school? Well, maybe all that is too specific, but he must be thinking something like that.

I head to my desk and watch as Richard eyes me while I sit down. This idiot thinks too much of himself. Just the way he stares at me shows the venom that drips off from his clench jaw.

Before I am even seated, Courtney quickly sees me, stands, and rushes to my desk. She still wears the leather jacket that belonged to me. She finally reaches my desk and spreads her fingers against my chest and slides a folded paper in my front pocket. She slowly winks at me and walks back to her seat as the bell rings.

I sigh as i pull the paper out. As i do I catch Sky glancing backwards, We make eye contact and her face reddens as she quickly looks away. I turn away and unfold the red paper shaped into a pointy heart shape. It is a note and in cursive handwriting it reads:

I heard what happened with you and Richard. I bet they gave you that lame school hours thingy. To be honest, Richard is a complete jerk, but he like owns half the school, so you have to be nice. Whatever, just meet me during the 5 minute break after this class period I have to tell you something important!