Violently Icy

Part 5: The beginning of an end

Shirley was dying from inhaling too much tobacco smoke.  She had been at the dumpsters in the way back of school grounds. She heard the sound of someone hitting the trashcan heading her way.  She hid the cigarette behind her back, hoping no one would notice the smoke rising from her back area.  Out from the shadows,  Daemon approached her. 

"Dae, you scared the hell outta me.  Don't do that. Damn, " Shirley breathlessly said.  "Sorry Shirley,  accident. Not too happy. You got another one on ya.  Another one of em, " Daemon asked.  Shirley gasped, her breath hitching. Daemon got into attack mode instantly. "What is it? Who's there? Shirley,  where..." He demanded.  She was in utter fear.  Real fear. 

She had always been afraid of something like this... Him or any person for that matter, ready her like she was nothing but lined, see through paper.  The kind where you put it up to the light and it could be copied easier than shit. She was triggered.  She fell to her knees,  on the floor.  Daemon rushed over to her,  to comfort her.  "It was me... Wasn't it,  Shirley? Don't lie... I'll smell it... " He said. 

He didn't allow himself to touch her.  He wanted so badly to just walk away from her,  hide himself for days again. He knew he couldn't do that however.  He just needed to look stupid as hell. He felt so uncomfortable and awkward. He hoped she didn't take notice in his stupidity and shamefulness.

Shirley put her cigarette in her mouth,  took out her pack,  grabbed one cigarette and handed it to him. Along with her lighter. She proceeded to put them both in her pockets.  She just stood there. Her breathing had changed from what it had been like before. She sounded as if her asthma had been kicking in hardcore at this moment. He knew how badly he had fucked this one up. He regretted asking her for a smoke.  Only he had no choice,  he had no other person he knew smoked em. 

He needed one every once Inna while. Daemon looked disturbed.  As if he was thinking about how to hurt himself this time.  How to self harm/mutilate. I looked around outside in the parking lot and all I could see was couples making out. I looked towards the entrance and see Tate and Embrielle talking.  They're both smiling.  Embrielle had a light brown with dark brown roots and end tips and beautiful green eyes.  She always had that witchy look to her. 

She also had a very petite face and body.  Like a stick. I had more weight behind me than most of the kids though so it didn't exactly count. She was also claimed to practice witchcraft anyway.  I looked in the other direction and saw Wynrie sitting alone near a large group of stupid fucking idiots.