L.O.V.E or Love?

Chapter 6

Dust PoV

            When I opened my eyes, I checked the clock. "8:16". By this time, she's probably getting dressed. I got up, looking at the wall. I maneuvered around the bed, turning to look at the mirror.

            "looking good, handsome!", I joked, finger-gunning the mirror.

             Unsurprisingly, my reflection showed in this, and only this mirror. I looked at myself. My eyes served as a constant reminder of what I truly am. An insane, heartless, mass murderer. My time spent here is making me rethink myself. I teleported outside the door, seeing Sara just closing her door. Strolling down the hallway, she was dressed in a red polo shirt, with a black long sleeve shirt underneath. Light blue, ripped jeans were on her legs, her hair in a ponytail, and of course, that golden, upside down, heart locket. I took a shortcut right outside her apartment, waiting for her.

*time skip*

          The bell had rung once again, clock striking 1:45. All the students were out of their classrooms and heading home. When Sara goes home, she always passes by an alleyway, dividing the cafe, from some abandoned building, it being the quickest way home. However, this small detail became this trip's downfall. A blur of white, yellow, and blue tackled Sara, and brought her to the brick wall. When I was able to get a closer look, from the back she had a white shirt, blonde, long hair wrapped in two braids, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers.

           Two other girls approached, the one on the right, with black hair a pink shirt with so much glitter, it was gaudy, shorts, and pink boots. The one on the left was wearing a yellow sweatshirt, with red hair, most likely dyed, a yellow skirt, which was again, gaudy, and white sandals. Or what is also known as "your stereotypical bullies".

           "Heya, Lovergirl.", the blonde said.

Sara just stayed silent. What was she talking about?

          "So, has he said when he's coming back?", the blonde continued, "Oh wait. He can't now can he? You know it yourself, you've seen his grave."

           Sara was against the wall, so the blonde put her foot on Sara's bowed head.

          "So why can't you accept that he's dead? Or are you just waiting for him to come back, so he can f*ck you?", she said.

           The two girls in the background giggled in response, but I was unusually furious. How do they know about Samuel? He looks like he could be in college.

           "Oh well, looks like you'll never learn.", she said, 'Come on gals. Let's have some fun!"

*time skip*

           The "girls" left after what seemed like hours to me. I was broken in a way, after seeing that for some reason. They must have been behind those past two incidents, where she passed out, probably of shock or pain. She didn't pass out this time which was good, but bad at the same time, meaning that Sara felt every single blow. After confirming they were gone, she slowly got up and ran for home. She was able to run incredibly fast, even with all that pain.

            When we got to the apartment, she went into the bathroom again, confirming my suspicions that she's treating herself in the bathroom. I went into Samuel's room, feeling discomfort at the pain in my soul.

Heya! Sorry about being late. Again. I'm not grounded anymore! So I guess you can expect regular updates? Anyway, cya later! This is Clockwork!