The Nobody Chronicals

Chapter 1: Skylar's Story

Skylar wasn’t popular. Skylar wasn’t extraordinary. Skylar was average. She’s the girl you see in the halls, but don’t think about. Skylar has a story. And it starts with art. Back in her middle school, her favorite class was art. She wasn’t good at it, but she wasn’t terrible. Skylar loved Mrs. Pearson’s lessons. They helped her succeed. By the end of 8th grade, she was a very good artist. She excelled in art in high school. Nobody ever saw her struggles and successes. She was a nobody with an artistic touch. Her days were ordinary. Go to school, learn, leave school, do hr homework, go to bed. Very ordinary, very boring. But that’s not where Skylar's story ends. Skylar’s story has a twist. Skylar was self-harm prone. Ever since her mother died, Skylar cut herself every night, hoping to bleed out. Never has it been so serious for the authorities to be involved, but her father did have to rescue her a few times. She would cut her stomach, shoulders, legs, and back if possible. She would express er pain through paintings and drawings. Skylar would paint and sketch emotions in a very odd way. She would draw shapes and mix paints that reminded her of the feelings she felt. There was always a mix of reds and blues. Only her father understood the meanings of her paintings.Only he knew the pain Skylar was experiencing. Losing a family member is the hardest thing any child or loved one can face. It feels like a part of you has died with them. The few friends Skylar did have never understood the true meaning of her artwork, but always praised her for them. Skylar took the compliments but never told them the real reason behind her artwork. Skylar only harmed herself to bring herself closer to her mother. Skylar was never depressed and she hated cutting herself. But each second she was brought to death, was a second longer with her mother. One day, she was continuing her normal routine at school, someone bumps into her causing her to fall down. Her jacket, which had been draped loosely over her, fell off revealing her 20 scars on her left arm. The kids in the halls laughed at he. Even her best friend, Grace, was shocked. As her eyes filled with tears, a figure walked towards her. It held out its hand to her, begging her to grab it. When she looked up, she realized it was a player on the football team. He gave her a sad smile. Skylar took his hand. For a moment, time stopped. Both teenagers saw an empty hall, full of blood and destruction. They both snapped back to reality. They stared wide-eyed at each other. Skylar stood up and looked at the boy.
“Thank you.” She said. “What’s your name?”
“Kyle. Yours?”
“Skylar. I think we should meet after school today.”
“Definitely. By the football field.” Kyle picked up her book. Skylar took them back.
“Alright, see you then.” Skylar walked back in the direction of her next class. Without looking behind her, she tugged her jacket on. The rest of the day was a blur for Skylar. She could only think about Kyle and the strange vision. She thought about it so much that her day passed faster than her normal day. When the final bell rang, she packed her bag and headed to the football field. She waited for Kyle at the lion statue. Soon she saw his messy brown hair and  hazel eyes.He approached her, slowly. There was a small hint of sadness in his eyes. She waited for him to reach the mascot statue. When he died, there was a moment of silence between them.

“Did you see it?” Skylar asked. He nodded. “What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know” He said. “Do you have any idea?”

“I don’t. I’m not even that popular.” Skylar mused.

“Same.” Kyle replied. “Do you think anyone else saw it?’ Skylar thought about the red hall dripping with blood, filled with destruction. She shivered.

“I don’t think so. If they did, they were very cool about it.”

“What about you arm?” Kyle asked softly. Skylar’s face paled.

“It’s fine.” She looked down.

“How long?”

“Since my mother died. The closer I am to death, the closer I am to my mother.”

“That’s very sentimental.”

“Is it?” Skylar smiled to herself. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you, Kyle.” Skylar proceeded to the parking lot ready to go home after a wild day. She drove home, not knowing what to tell her father when she got there. She walked into the house, and spotted her dad watching TV in the living room.

“How was school?” He asked uniformly.

“Interesting.” She replied, slamming her bedroom door shut. She looked at the large knife on her dresser. She didn’t reach for it like she normally does. Instead, she went straight to bed, looking for answers.