After Death e.g.d

Beautiful Disaster

I walk into the school early and head towards my locker. I grab my books and start making my way towards the library. I trip over something hard and fall forwards. Blood starts to drip down my lip and my knee.

I push myself up to sit and look at who tripped me.

Mackenzie

"Watch where your going clutz" she says in her annoying and snarky voice. She was looking down at me like I was prey.

I try to think of a comeback. I start to say something until I stutter. I feel like I did three years ago. It did not feel good.

I see a crowd forming around me and people laughing. I look around hoping someone would help. No one came. and I ran out of the hall and into the bathroom.

I start to shake and cry. I look into the mirror and I see her. She's pathetic and weak. Sad and lonely. A loser. She's the broken little bitch that no one likes.

I smash my fist into the mirror. Blood trickles down my knuckles to my arm. Broken glass surrounds me as I sit there in the middle of it. Just like me the glass was shattered.

Ethan's POV

I sit down in the library and pull out my phone. I head onto my Snapchat and start to look through people's stories. I stiffen up once I see Cloe in one of them.

She is sitting on the ground with blood on her lip. Her knee is busted and she has a look of panic on her face.

"Watch where your going clutz" Makenzie says

She tries to say something then stutters. She gets up and runs away with everyone still laughing at her.

I'm about to get up and head out to go find her until she walks in. She avoids eye contact with me but it isn't hard to see that she's been crying.

She's wearing a navy blue hoodie that goes past her finger tips. She tries to hide her face under the hood but fails. Dry blood rests on her lips and her eyes flood with sorrow.

She looks pale and sad. She walks behind the book shelves to the back of the library. We were both here for the same reason.

To escape the real world.

I get up and start to walk into the isle. I look behind the books to see where she went. I walk toward the far back and finally see her. She is sitting peacefully at one of the back tables. The one right under the arched window. She's reading a book. I look at the cover. Beautiful disaster.

Flashback

"Grayson I don't care. I have to go to my locker." I say as Grayson drags me to some random place. I'm sorta afraid.

"Stop worrying, I'm your frickin twin" he says to me rolling his eyes.

"I don't trust my twin" I say to him

He scoffs in response.

We keep walking until we get to the east wing of the school.

"The library, really gray?" I say as he pulls me by my forearm.

"I promise, you want to see" Grayson says as we slow down by the end of the isle in the library. I've never been to the back of the library, but I'm glad I have now. There are giant arched windows at the top and tall book cases surrounding a giant square of carpet covered with oak tables. I look around the big room and see only one table taken.

There was a girl with glasses at one of the tables, right under the arched window. She had some acne but I think it just made her more beautiful. Her pink lips pouted and her green eyes glistened as she read her book.

I looked at her wrists and see bright red scars. Her brown hair in a pony tail made her features more defined. She was tragically gorgeous.

I look down at the book she was reading. A purple butterfly zoomed in as the cover. In white cursive letters the words "Beautiful Disaster" is written.

I guess Grayson noticed me staring because he nudged me.

"I need to meet up with someone before class but I'll talk to you later E. " Grayson says before leaving me alone with my thoughts

The girl looks up and catches me staring at her. Instead of blushing like every other girl I know she looks at me with wide eyes. She holds a look of fear on her face and is frozen in the expression.

I start to walk towards her and she sits right up. Her hands shake as I sit down next to her.

She stays quiet waiting for me to say something. Why is she so scared.

I see tears well up in her eyes. Flushed with terror, she looks back up.

"Hey, I'm Ethan" I say with a smile

She doesn't speak. Instead she looks shocked.

"What's your name" I ask her hoping to have a conversation.

I look at her waiting for a response.

"W-hy. Why a-re -y-you t-talking t-to me?" She asks in a stuttered whisper

"Because you looked like you could use a friend." I say, sad that this girl is so broken.

She was so breathtaking yet she didn't see it. So kind. Gentle. She looked sad though. Broken and tired.

She was the definition of a beautiful disaster.