LIE

Chapter 34

Luc:

For, what seemed like a while, I walked around in a daze. Everything just repeated in my head. That whole day.

I choked Jason, could've killed him had Jeanette not walked in.

Why did he have to sit on me like that? It brought up horrid memories. When I- when Chet...

I hit the side of my head.

You can't grab me like that! I've been grabbed enough!

Just like I did this morning, I walked home. I didn't want to be around the others so I walked to school. No different this afternoon.

When I got home I slipped past Jeanette and went straight to my room and locked myself in.

I covered my ears when Alexandria inevitably started crying and sat by my bed. When just covering my ears didn't work I put in my earbuds.

I need to figure things out. How to tell the two. The more I think on it, I don't want to tell it. I just want to put it behind me, in the past. But they won't accept that will they?

"I used to be raped repeatedly. And beaten." I said.

Why would it be so hard to say that? There was a lot of anxiety to deal with.

"Tomorrow." I thought.

In theatre arts our new topic was musicals. Yep. Sweeney Todd. Hairspray. All them. Mainly their differences in genre and impact, or something like that, I wasn't paying attention. I don't particularly mind musicals, but they always seem the same somehow. Well...that's every movie.

Today we're starting with Sweeney Todd. Which I've never seen before. Does this mean I get to hear Johnny Depp singing? Cool beans.

You know what? I don't think I'm going to like this. It's so dark. Well, it is Tim Burton.

I sighed lowly. It's really dark in here.

I tilted my head back and closed my eye. I dozed off for a while. Loud music and Helena Bonham Carter yelling "poor thing" woke me up. I could barely make out what I was looking at, but a guy removed his mask.

"Oh my god! It's Al Sharpton!" I cried. Oops. The small amount of people around me chuckled.

"No..." Jason said.

Whoever he was he grabbed onto a woman and she began to scream in horror as people in masks around them laughed.

Oh shit.

Johnny Depp screamed.

"Would no one have mercy on her?" He asked Helena Bonham Carter.

Mercy?

My breathing slowed to a stop. I got up and walked out of the auditorium.

Jeez. She could of told us that was that kind of movie. I leaned over against a wall by the bathroom clenching my heart.

"Shit. Why's my heart hurting? Am I having a heart attack?!" I thought.

This can't be happening. I can't freak out everytime I see a movie or when someone crawls on top of me. Er...why would someone even...?

Why?

Why?

I couldn't stop the thoughts.

"Why would they want to rape me? Why would anyone want to rape anyone?" I thought. I gasped lightly.

Down at the other end of the hallway I saw the reflection again.

They're all laughing at me. Standing around doing nothing.