A Bullet is the Key.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Thursday March 24

My night was remarkable and so very memorable because l could finally say I was Ryder’s girl and he was untouchable. We didn't keep it a secret though when we walked into school the next morning, I didn't go home last night so I stayed the night with Ryder and we took his bike into school. The moment he climbed off the bike and swing me off he kept his arm wrapped around me as we made our way towards the school, no one spared us a glance because this was normal.

But soon the peacefulness would fade away…

It was silent as we made our way inside the building- this silence though was not normal in anyway it was different almost haunting. The hallway was dead still not a soul moved or spoke. Our steps soon faltered and I leaned against Ryder for support because the sight before me stole my breath away and left me in a cold sweat. A huge picture of me in bed covered the walls; I lay there twisted in the sheets with shorts on and a short sleeve shirt one of Ryder’s I had taken from him recently. This picture was too recent because that shirt- the shirt I had on was one I had just taken from his closet a few days prior. My hands began to sweat and clam up, sending my heart racing with fright. I barely registered Ryder calling my name as I sunk to the floor in a heap and that was when the stares came and words filled the once dead hallway. That wasn't the only picture though. There were other ones- others that left little to the imagination about my body. One picture I was wrapped in a towel standing before my closet drying my hair with an extra towel. Next came the one where I had only worn a shirt running through the house because I thought I was alone and no one could see me, the shirt had risen up on that picture resulting in my bright pink hipsters to shine through. The words everyone spoke were not harsh or rude but full of concern for the schools president- me- who sat whimpering and shaking on the hallway floor. Who could have gotten these pictures? Could it have been Ryder and we didn’t know? But that thought seemed far fetched because Ryder was never there during these pictures. Then the feeling of being watched came back and I realized could there be cameras in my room?

“Beautiful come on snap out of it” A voice spoke from around me but my mind was far to gone and the fear had finally set in sending me into over drive. Arms wound around me as I was soon lifted from the ground and carried to some place unknown to me and my mind did no longer comprehend things. The voice above me was shouting orders to those who stood around, I do not know if they listened or what the words that were being spoken were. Familiar arms held me close the shocks shooting through me and sending a wave of calmness through me but I was far from calm. That car that sat outside my window had been watching me closer than I had expected, those threats finally made me scared to walk alone in theses hallways let alone sleep at night in that house. A house- a home- a place I had thought was safe from intruders, safe from the horrors around me and safe from anyone breaking in. I had thought I had known when someone was watching me but truth is once I was dead to the world I slipped away and did not realize a thing. Those pictures were taken inside my own house or from some hidden camera but that still meant some who had access to my house was the one to place these in places where I would be left exposed.

So lost in my mind I had closed it all away and my body finally shut down from the fear.

Ryder’s point of view

I was beyond happy because I could finally call her my own and not fear that something would go wrong, we didn't have to hide any longer. She was wrapped up in my arms as we entered the school, though that peacefulness would soon be replaced with sudden protectiveness and rage. I saw it before she did; I realized it before her as well. The hall way was lined with my girlfriend’s pictures and it made my blood boil. Looking around me I saw our fellow peers look at me with remorse and pain because they had noticed the pictures and the oblivious girl in my arms that was until she noticed. She knew something was wrong with the silence she always could tell things from the silence, it was almost as if it was communicating in some way with her. Her body froze form the sight while she closed herself off to the world around her when she was scared it brought out my fight; a fight to protect her. The pictures were exposed. She crumpled into a heap on the floor leaving me without her warmth as she slipped into her mind.