Muted Angels

Chapter 2: School Days Are "Fun" (Part 2)

Marie's POV

March 14th: Monday: School~25 minutes left of Chemistry

I sat down in the hallway holding my head in my hands. Tears rolling down my hands and drenching my shirt, tears also fell on my shoes, and on the floor. I couldn't help but just bawl my eyes out for my dad. Mrs. Haldon has to ask and she knows not to. As I was crying I couldn't help but think why didn't I go with him? Maybe I could've pushed out of the way and have that semi kill me instead. It would've been better.

"Marie?" I hear from someone in a deep raspy voice. Marcus? What is he doing out here watching me cry? Is he getting joy out of it I'm guessing. Better to see what he wants. I pick my head up slightly and turn my head towards him with a 'what do you want' sort of angry look but knowing I've been crying it didn't come out like that.

"I wanted to see if you were alright." His tone of voice sounded like.....concern? Is he worried for me? Maybe trying to comfort me so I swoon over him. I scoff at him and turn away from him. Taking my hand, I make the shoo motion towards him basically telling him to go away. But then I hear him sit down next to me. What does he want with me? I still am turned away from him but then I hear whispers. Then a poke at my side.

"Marie listen I know you don't like me at all. I've known you since 5th grade. You were a lively amazing girl. But then you turned it all off. You shut down and all that happiness and liveliness disappeared. I want to know why. Please tell me?" Marcus said with a concerned and pleading tone. I didn't want to tell him. He doesn't deserve to know what happened in my family. Even if he has known me for so long. I then hear rustling like paper. He pokes me again.

"Here it's your conversation notebook." He places it down next to me with my pencil. Maybe Angel gave it to him. She's such a good friend why isn't she out here with me instead of him? I pick up the book and open it. Turning a couple of pages until I got to a blank page. I wrote down on it.

"Go away!"

"Why should I?"

"Because I'd rather talk to Angel. I don't like you."

"I know you don't but I want to help you."

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Because I care."

"You don't care about girls. You only want them for their bodies like you are trying to make me like you right now so you can get in my pants." I then feel hands on my shoulders turn me towards him. He looks at me dead in the eyes and moves his face close to mine. He seems agitated. Maybe I pinched a nerve.

"I am not like that. Sure I've slept with girls but that doesn't mean I don't care about them. I care about you Marie ever since I first saw you when you walk in the door on the first day you moved here." I looked at him wide eyed and jaw dropped. What does he mean? Does he....it cant be.

"I want you to be alright Marie. Please just tell me. I will help you like Angel does for you." I shake my head trying to understand what he is saying. I grab my notebook and write:

"It's a long story."

"I'm here to listen."

"It's a lot to write."

"Then speak with your voice. I know you have one."

"I can't. I don't want to speak."

"Why?"

"I have no reason to."

"Yes, you do. It's why you have it, don't you? To speak to others. Some people aren't born with voices."

"I know but ever since what happened all those years ago I stopped talking because of it."

"Marie you can tell me. I promise I won't tell anyone it will be between you, me, and Angel."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He then wraps his arms around me. I sit there shocked. I couldn't move but then I felt my arms move and wrap around him pulling him closer and hugging him tighter. My eyes then began to sting with watery tears. Tears welled up in my waterline growing every so fastly then breaking from their waterline prison and falling like a dam breaking over a single crack. His shirt then became wet with my tears and all I could feel was:

Safety for once. In his arms, I felt safe. And happy finally.

....I woke up to Mrs. Haldon tapping my shoulder. "You alright hun? You fell asleep while daydreaming." I thought it was real for a second but I guess not. I hate dreams. I then heard some snickering behind me. I turn to look and glare at who's laughing at me maybe. And I see Marcus and his girl toy laughing at me because I passed out from daydreaming too much. I give them a deathly cold stare and Marcus looked at me dead in the eyes and winked at me whilst also giving me a sly smirk. I growled under my breath, turned back around, and started working on the class work. I. Hate. That. Man.