Tomorrow doesn't last forever

the girl who couldn't speak

Rewind

Two months and a day left...

I gathered my books and stumbled my way, a guilty feeling in my stomach. I didn't let the weight of the dread slow me down, though. Not when I was in a hurry. I felt the wet dribble of scarlet down my chin, swallowing all feelings of disgust. I put my palm to it, futilely wiping at it. I was trying to stifle it until I got to the bathroom.

I was left panting by the time I was inside the doors of the girls' toilets. This was why I carried tissues wherever I went. I pulled out my medicines and slugged them all in one go. I just hoped nobody needed the toilets right now. I'd already disturbed my class, by abruptly running out without warning.

Of course, with my luck, one of the most popular girls in school happened to come in just as I was cleaning off the blood. Her name was Brittany Aldaine, and everyone, including herself, knew she ruled this school. She walked in like the Queen she is, with her beautiful, black hair falling in light curls today, in her short skirt and tight shirt. If I wore her outfit, I'd look like a goose with my short legs and body. Now, that's not to say all outfits look bad on me. If I was going to be insecure, it wasn't going to be about something that'll fade away in time anyway.

"Ew-Who the Hell are you?' She asked, repulsion visible on her face.

"I-I'm sorry!' I replied, awkwardly. I cursed at myself. I suppose if I could talk normal, I wouldn't be considered so weird - I can barely even talk to nice people. Introverts are my people.

She rolled her eyes and strutted to the mirror, re-applying her lipstick and mascara. She ignored me for the next few minutes. I gulped to myself, not sure what was more rude; to get my bag and my things and get out of here, or to just wait for her to give me permission to leave and meanwhile stand there, uncomfortably staring at her.

Finally, she turned to me. And I stared back at her. She smirked and snapped a picture of me. I blinked.  Had she really just taken a picture of me? I questioned to myself, surprised. Also, she wasn't very inconspicuous, I mean, she had her flash on. I stood there and gaped at her. 

"What you staring at, freak?' She jeered at me when I continued to stare at her, my jaws hanging open. "Are you, like, lesbian or something?'

In the back of my mind, that pissed me off. Staring doesn't make you homosexual, and it's not an insult to be a lesbian. Women are attractive, and there's nothing wrong with admitting it. 

I shook myself out of my stupor, "Oh, I-uhm-you just-"

"Do you have a stuttering problem or something?' She sighed in frustration. "You know what? Just shut up and stop wasting my time."

I gulped and nodded, not even caring anymore that she'd taken my picture, I was just so glad to be able to leave. I turned around and begun to walk out when she shouted after me.

"Oh, and, wipe your mouth. Wouldn't want people to make  fun of you." She snickered. I bit my lip and nodded meekly, not wanting to make a fuss. I wiped my mouth on the way out, checking for any remains of blood on the way out.

As I was hurrying back to class, I was so deep in thought that I didn't even notice the bulking silhouette before me. And before I knew it, I was crashing into something hard. Did I bump into a pole-

-I looked up, sheepishly, to find a God glaring at me. Like, literally. He had to be Aphrodite in disguise.

He scowled at me, "Well, you gonna apologise or are you gonna stare at me all day?' He asked, his voice low.

If I was honest, I'd never heard a voice so velvet smooth. This is what chocolate should be made of. He had a satisfying voice.

'That's totally not creepy at all.'