To Make A Murderer

ii . a two-faced girl

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What are you wondering?

"Ivory! Your mom killed herself, didn't she?"

"Guess she didn't care about you at all."

"Hey, isn't her father an abusive drunkard?"

"How pitiful."

"So sad."

"I'm so sorry for you."

Slam.

What do you know?

Ivory swung her fist towards her locker, making a loud bang that silenced the hushed whispers spreading like wildfire across the hallway.

"Is it true?" someone asked.

"Shut up." Ivory hissed.

How did they find out? She squeezed her arm, her nails drawing blood. Her head began to hurt again.

What do you want from me? 

No, in reality, she knew there was only one way they could've found out, or rather, one person who they could've found out from.

Her so called best friend.

Ivory stormed through the hallway, ignoring the painful stares and pitiful faces. Anger burned through her body.

Why don't you run from me?

She ran around the corner, down the stairs, and into the cafeteria. There, sitting with her blue skirt smoothed neatly over her crossed legs, was her best friend.

"Lilia."

The strawberry-blonde haired girl turned her head around at the sound of her name, smiling up at Ivory with disgustingly blue eyes. "Ivory?"

"You told them."

"Hmm? About what?"

Ivory dug her fingers into the palm of her hands to stay calm. "Do you even have to ask?" she snapped, glaring at the stupid girl.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lilia frowned sadly, but her eyes still gleamed maliciously. "Ivory, I don't know if you should unfairly blame people just because you're angry."

Why aren't you scared of me?

Ivory almost laughed at the absolute nonsense her cursed mouth was spewing out.  "Right. So you didn't tell everyone that my mother killed herself."

The people who were nonchalantly watching gasped, some turning back to their tables, realizing it wasn't a good idea to be a part of any of this. Ivory didn't want to be part of this. But her stupid, stupid heart had thought that maybe this time, she had finally made a friend. How foolish. How utterly, foolish.

"Ivory," Lilia peered up at her from long, velvet lashes, letting a few fake tears slip down her cheek. "I thought we were friends."

Why do you care for me?

"Yeah, me too," Ivory retorted. "That's why I even bothered to tell you about myself. But turns out you were just a backstabbing liar like the rest of them."

"That's enough." The boy sitting besides Lilia turned around, facing Ivory with a glare. "Lila isn't that type of person. Please don't drag her into your problems."