His Bleeding Scar

Chapter 1:

Anais' POV

The world seems to be dark that my eyes couldn't anymore see the wonders in it. Too gloomy that I couldn't even feel the life of everyone around me. I feel so lost and lonely.

*Flashback*

"How many times have I forgiven you? It would even take decades to count it. I tried understanding you and told myself I just lack something that my husband has been searching for. I tried to be at my best Henry because I love you and our daughter. I don't want to tear this family apart but you know, you're the only that's been trying to do that ever since you found someone new," she cried bitterly as every word spoke the truth.

"I can't find love in this family anymore!" my dad yelled at my mom.

"What do we lack of Henry? I did everything for this family!" she screamed, tears rolling down her face.

"Aren't we enough? Is Anais not worth fighting for?!" she added as I ran to hug her.

I looked at my dad, hoping for his answer. He turned away and what he said just broke my heart.

"I'm not sure anymore...I have a child too-" he looked down but mom cut him off.

"So are you saying that you love that child more than you love Anais? Is that what you're pointing Henry?!" mom asked, disappointment lacing in her tone.

"No! That's not what I meant!" he replied, defending himself.

He turned and motioned to hug me but I refused, anger and disappointment ruled my mind.

"I hate you dad!" I screamed while running upstairs.

"Anais just-" I stopped short and turned to him.

"I swear I won't see you as my dad again! Starting from today, I'll put in mind that my father is long gone. He's now lying in the grave of bastards!" And with that, I left them and went to my room.

*End of flashback*

A tear escaped my eye, betraying me. I promised myself not to cry for the same man. My father was the first to break my heart before any man could. I had forgiven him many times, but the more I show my love to him, the more he pulls back. The more he keeps himself from us, away from the daughter he once loved, Anais.

I can't stop myself feeling this way. Thinking this kind of things. All I have is hatred.

"She has friends right?" I heard her faint voice as I walked by.

"I don't think she does. All she has is that straight face," her friend whispered and they both chuckled.

I ignored them and still put on an emotionless Anais. I shouldn't care about them, I do not live to please people. I live to please and care for myself. I lived and survived for that thought. I realized that if I care for them, they will only leave me like what my father did. I couldn't afford to be hurt again, be lost and lonely as what I'm feeling now.

I sat on my chair, put on my earphones, listened to Ruth B's Lost Boy, and read my book full of Elf facts and theories. It is said that elves are believed to be real beings but some often labelled them as "pagan" and a "superstition". I have been thinking if they look like humans or with monstrous faces. Geoffrey Chaucer equates male elves with incubi (demons which rape sleeping women). I shuddered and thought to myself...what if they're actually real? That they're actually alive and just blended in with humans in order to hide their identity. No no no...that couldn't be right. It's just because I'm too in love with Elf theories. I shook my head and laughed at myself.

As the music stopped, I scanned the classroom and sighed, Mr. D'Grey still wasn't here. Then my eyes stopped at a guy who was staring at me. He looked so weird smiling at my face. I creased my brows and looked at him with disgust. He noticed me and shook his head, laughing. I wanted to ask him "what's wrong with you?" but I suddenly remembered I'm not that 'talkative and approachable' type of person so I kept my thoughts to myself and read my book again.

I took short glances at him and he was still staring at me like what insane people do and it's really creeping me out. I looked at my silver wristwatch and saw it was already 8:47 am so I decided to go to the library and finish my reading there. I exited the room and passed through Hallway D. I sat at the table and began reading again.

Just as I was about to read the first line, that guy sat right next to me and leaned to stare at me. Holy cow! Darn this son of a monkey freak! I moved farther from him but still, he followed. I was annoyed so I put the book down, making a thud, echoing in the silent room. The librarian told me to keep quiet and I nodded in response.

"Hey, what's your problem? You've been creepy the whole hour you know?" I asked, creasing my forehead.

He chuckled, "I'm sorry if I creeped you out but I was just attracted by your charm," he smiled and leaned closer.

"Oh really?" I replied and smiled sarcastically.

"Well then, if you have enough of this so called 'staring at me like a freak', would you mind sitting away from me?" I asked and motioned to push him.

"No, that won't do. Would you mind to go out and never let me see you again?" I asked and smiled at him in a sarcastic way.

"Sorry but you can't order me around," he retorted and plumped his chest out.

"Excuse me? I wasn't ordering someone around, I was kindly asking you. There's a big difference between the latter and the former young lad," I explained and smirked.

"I still won't," he stubbornly said and just smiled to even piss me off.

"Well," I closed the book, put it down, and looked at him. "I don't have time for you. I'm busy enough to entertain your deceitful lies. If you want to play around then go but be careful not to play with me because even though I don't look like it, I can teach you what a real game is," I put on an emotionless face.

He just stared at me which pissed me more. I decided to just ignore this man and get back to reading.

"At last I found you Heather," I heard him mutter.

Featured Song:

Lost Boy by Ruth B's

Older by Sasha Sloan