The Broken

Chapter 4: First Day

Hey peeps! I know, I know, this is late. Well its late for me. I set a goal to put this in yesterday or two days ago but then I had writer's block syndrome. I'm sure you've heard of that.

Again I've skipped some years but don't worry it will all 'slow down' after this. 

Honestly, I don't really like this chapter- which is why I will not dedicate this to anyone unless you want  to- but I hope you'll like it anyway. Its just a 'bridge' to what's coming in after this ;) which you will find out idk when but you will unless I die before I publish this LOL.

 Enough chit-chat, read on! 

WARNING: There's a scene- when Khaleeshia zones out and lets herself be deaf again- that isn't a pretty thing to imagine so BRACE YOURSELVES!!!  

Chapter 4

My hands fumble with the paper as my eyes scan every single word for the last time. Only an hour has passed and yet it felt even more despite all the thinking I had to do.

Finally I hand the paper to the proctor as I keep in mind how much Jim and Cherry want me to go to school. They believed in me from the day I turned fifteen but I didn’t think likewise resulting to taking this test as my surprise sixteenth birthday gift which I had no choice but to take or in this case answer. 

The proctor takes the paper into his hands whilst giving a warm smile, which I couldn’t give back. “I hope you pass.” He says sweetly, “We’d love to have you here in Ace High, Ms. Wilson.” At that, the proctor leaves.

Jim and Cherry come inside holding hands, “Are you alright? How was the test?” Cherry asked taking my hand in hers. She does this when she tries to make me feel all right or to drain out her nervousness. I’ve noticed it.

“I’m sure she did great.” Jim scoffs looking down at me with pride. I look to the floor avoiding his gaze as I tap my shoes lightly against the floor. Its a habit I picked up from Jim four years ago. I do this whenever I get nervous or uncomfortable and right now that is exactly how I feel. His hand takes my free one. “You’ll do fine.” He promised stroking the back of it with his thumb, “I’m sure you’ll do fine, Princess.”

Jim starts fixing my tie as my hands fiddle with my skirt. Honestly, having a school uniform is a good idea so I didn’t have to think twice of what to wear but what worries me are my scars.

I look down at them. The marks aren’t my problem, its what people would say or ask and what triggers that is what they see. It has become human to have the desire to know anything intriguing or eye-catching which sometimes won’t get the better of anyone.

I look over my arms and legs then back to Jim who only gave a wry smile. He knew what I meant. “Don’t worry, Princess, no one will ask you how it happened.” he didn’t look or sound so sure about his statement but I nodded anyway. “Off you go now.” Jim said giving me a tiny push to the door.

Slowly, one foot goes on front of the other. Is this right? What if someone kills me? I don’t want to die! No, suck it up Khaleeshia! You’re a lady now for Christ’s sake, so stop being a baby and act like the woman you really are! You’ve gone through a thicker forest, witnessed the sickest of the sick, felt unforgettable pains, endured the heavy blows of abuse, the losses of a life time, and so much more; this won’t be a problem... Would it? 

Cherry leads me outside. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” she asked. I nod to her unwillingly then leave.

I stand still for a moment looking at Ace High, my new school. Doubt and fear come running in my mind as if I welcomed them whole heartily with my arms open wide. Oh my gosh, I think I need a blade before I hurl. I haven't cut since ever! Its just sickening me.