A Healing Scar

Chapter Two- Smells Like Cigarettes and Perfume

After two years, the mysterious girl who I thought I would never see again, was standing right in front of me.

Two years!!

Why was she here? Why was she in Mr.Wedling's work room? Who is she!

I had so many questions, I couldn't even process what was going on.

"Are you listening!"

I snapped back to reality.

"What?" I looked up.

"I said, what are you doing here!"

Her sharp blue eyes glared at me as she spoke, and I could see her abnormally pale cheeks gradually turned red with anger.

So this is what she looked like.....

"I don't have time for this! You're lucky they didn't sm-" her eyes widened, "mm-see you! That they didn't see you! So stop poking around everywhere. Didn't he tell you not to go upstairs?"

"I......."

"Don't ever go near those rooms ever again," she slightly pushed me.

"I-I won't!"

She eyed me cautiously for a bit until I got the courage to talk.

"I remember you."

She looked a bit surprised, but quickly hid it.

"Well don't! Don't remember me. Don't think about me or talk to me," she took a step closer.

"Don't ever go back upstairs or eavesdrop on me again. Because I'm not someone you want to mess with."

"Why not? " I took a step too.

"Because," her glare deepened as she got closer.

We were only a couple inches away from each other now, but neither of us seemed to mind because of the bad tension in between.

"Because I will hurt you," she said with hate.

"I don't think you will."

Woah, where did that come from! I never talk back! I don't know what was getting into me.

"Just stay ou-" The annoyed look on her face suddenly changed to a surprised one.

"Are you o-"

"Go back inside! " She pushed me back into my room, making me stumble a bit.

"Yo! Scar, what's taking you so long," a far away voice said.

I didn't dare look back outside.

"Sorry, I couldn't find my phone."

I could hear her climbing back down the side of the house, and a thump as she landed on the ground.

"Let's go," she said.

As their footsteps quickly faded, I thought back to what just happened.

"Scar....." I smiled.

~

It was 12:30 AM when I smelled it ......... cigarette smoke.

I got up from my bed and walked over to the balcony door,  which I purposely left open.

"Hey," I smiled , leaning my arms on the balcony.

She looked up, taking the cigarette out her mouth.

"What are you doing?" The harshness in her voice was obvious.

"Can't sleep," I lied.

She rolled her eyes, taking another smoke.