Evil In The Mirror

Seven- Suddenly, another boy

I woke up from a restless night of sleep, It was quiet in the house for once and that was strange, why wasn't my mother yelling at someone or something?

I got dressed and headed downstairs, my mother was hunched over the table with her coffee in both hands, she would sip from it every few seconds, but she was just staring at the table.

I backed away to the door and left, I didn't want to know what creepiness had taken over her.

As I looked outside, there was a boy fixing the fence next door, he was shirtless and I say, it was a sight to behold. I looked away quickly and walked to the gate, someone who got excluded from school was wandering around, hands in pockets.

The whole reason he got excluded was because of his art, the school wouldn't accept it, he was a beautiful painter, they let people paint human hearts and organs but they didn't allow his paintings. It's stupid.

I walked across the street and waved as I saw him, he waved back and walked over, I didn't realise how cute he was when he wasn't in uniform...

He was wearing tight black jeans with a black v-neck shirt, it was ripped down even lower though, showing a bit of his chest, he had a tattoo of a skull on his arm with flaming eyes and another that looked like a bleeding cut on his other arm, it was pretty cool looking.

I was so distracted looking at his body I forgot to look at his face, he was a sad looking boy, his hair was dyed light blue and he had the perfect fringe, a black beanie covered the rest.

From what I could see he had a black splash of paint on his cheek, he didn't seem like he was bothered, his eyes were a dark brown, his cheeks weren't chiselled or super sexy looking, I was fine with that, it made him look more innocent. But what saddened me was that his lips were always slightly down in a frown. He was I guess he looked like your cliché sexy emo boy. I'll take it!

"Are you ok Ancient?" He looked me in the eye.

"Oh, yeah! I'm fine, why Ancient?" I don't remember that name from school.

"The class said you never come back to school, so I call you Ancient, don't question my names." His voice was deep and he had a more posh sounding British accent than mine.

"I wont, how long you excluded for?" I asked him, I was genuinely curious.

"I was for 2 months. But I'm not going back, they won't accept my art." He was sincere, I nodded in agreement, I liked his art. "You told me before that you think my art is good, I've done a few extra pieces, want to come see?" He asked.

"Yes! I would!" I was a bit too happy about it but I heard him chuckle quietly. He held his hand out, we were going to hold hands?

He grabbed my wrist and started walking, well never mind then! I followed next to him.

We had walked away from any civilisation, there was a abandoned part of the city where homeless people lived, it was well off though. Someone from there stole a ton of generators and they had made their own makeshift windmills for power. It was a amazing sight to see.

"We don't allow mirrors here, image does not matter." He told me, we walked past a homeless man in a long ripped coat.

"Whats up Paint?" He asked, his voice was croaky and he coughed straight after.

"I'm good, you go take medicine from the altar. We have to all keep well, Georgie will come back with more later, he told me he's planning a big steal this time." I realised I didn't remember his name. Paint was a nickname I understood.

"Community dinner?" the old man's eyes widened, I didn't look away from him and we had started walking again.

"It's surprisingly good here, there's lights, the buildings are in almost perfect shape. They're all made of bricks, how did you guys do this?" I looked up at him.

"Well, Georgie is the guy who gets things for us, I sell my art to other dark people and earn a lot of money, one day someones house fell over and he knew that he had to solve it some way, he got every person here to carry at least one brick. or a whole wheelbarrow of them, and we fixed every house with 2 layers of brick. Georgie steals without failing, we almost have enough money to buy furniture for everyone. We don't steal money, we earn it." He explained, this place was a serious place, they'd really recovered it.

I never knew a community could do so much if they tried.

"We don't allow alcohol, or drugs here, we only allow medicine so that none of us get ill. We don't want anyone to fight, it is a collected community and we all respect each other." There was so much to be said about this group of people and what they did to a town that had been bombed and destroyed.

I wish everyone was like this, it'd make the world a nicer place.

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I originally had the boy fixing the fence talk to her but when I tabbed off to put on some music, it all got deleted, and I didn't want to rewrite that. So I made another guy. Sorry!

Not sure why this got so many views compared to all the other chapters but ok..

Helena♥