A Fallen Starr

Chapter 11: Stuck in Time

Funny how time works. 

Sometimes it favors us as the human asking for permission just to survive and sometimes it shows no mercy neither nor remorse when it comes to humans. Considering that all of that humanity has ever done was bring destruction and desolation upon a once peaceful land.

I once stuck in a reverse clock. Playing the same chord again and again like a song on loop. A sad song, an unfinished love story, broken trust, and sunken glories.

Echoed through space.

Undefined, as the act of happiness or the grief of sorrow? 

Sometimes it is better to be silent than to tell others about how you feel because it will only hurt when you realize that they absolutely can hear you yet they didn't understand a word that you voiced.

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Ryder's POV

2/30 marks...

That's what I get for the test.

"That bitch!" A muttered curse slips underneath my breath with gritted teeth as I stomp towards the exit. I can feel Ms. Helena's heated glare on my back exponentially deepens. The only thoughts that linger in my head were that I need to get out of here before I smack that bitch in the face.

I know I couldn't say or object anything because I'm in no position to do so. It is clearly told that student has no power whatsoever upon the staff and lecturers here. Even if I do try, the other students will just give me dirty looks. 

So, what can I do?

Nothing.

Anger won't make things go any better.

One of the things that I learned the hard way. Strong emotions often bring us to something that is undesirable.  With the strength that I found, it incites challenge. Challenge invites conflict with the other people surrounding me. And conflict brings catastrophe. To me, the people around me, the one I hate and the one I love.

The slow whisper of the feminine voice chattering across the hall grabbed my attention. The face that I received from the people around me was intriguing, to say the least.

Slow mutter and indistinct chatter fill the hallway as I walk pass through.

"How can he do something like that?"

"I can't believe I actually liked him."

"He was his best friend."

"Who the fuck is he again?!"

"I knew it! He was jealous all along."

I can't figure out what they're talking about, not that I care about them. But the audacious looks were rather overwhelming and distracting.

The walk to my room felt rather quick as the moment that I enter my room, I chuck away my bag on the floor and plopped myself on the bed in frustration.

I let out a frustrated groan as I gripped a handful of my hair strands.

So many things in my head.

It felt like my head could explode any seconds now. 

I wish things could go back the way it used to. Moment, where I wish, would've never seized to disappear. A time where my actions bring no further damage to the ones surrounding me. There were no sorrows in me, only happiness and joy. That is until it all went to shit that night. One night that destroyed all of the good times when I was young. The night that made me realize that happiness won't last long if you decide to run from it. A soul was taken because of me. I became a reason why someone's happiness came to an end.