What Lies Beyond the Silence

Chapter 10

I'm sorry for the long wait, I've just been having trouble with my mental health but I hope you guys enjoy!

Alexandra's POV

It feels wrong to walk away, to leave her there. But I couldn't do anything about it.

For now, I'll wait until I see her at school tomorrow.

I turn to look at the house a last time and stand there.

The house looks normal.

But it feels like walking into somewhere sinister.

I turn away and continue walking, I hope she's ok.

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By the time I get home, my mom's already there.

I run up to the door and take out my keys but someone must have heard me cause the door swings open before I get the chance to unlock it.

My mom's right there with a stern expression, "Now where have you been missy?"

I smile and say, "At a friends house."

She tries to hold the expression but fails, "Oh alright, how was school mija?"

She holds the door open and I step through to hug her.

She returns it and walks towards the kitchen, "It was .... fine."

She goes back what she was doing before I walked in, "Did that one girl come to school today?"

I sigh and say, "No but that's why I'm late today, I went over to her house to give her the work that she missed."

"That was nice of you, were her parents home?"

"Yeah," I said, "her mom was home, she let me in. Oh! I learned that her name was Evangeline."

My mom starts to pre heat the oven,"That's such a pretty name, I believe it means 'bringer of good news'. Her parents must have wanted a good luck charm."

I smile and I can't help but think to myself, what a pretty name and how it suits her, if only people would use it more often.

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Evangeline's POV

My mind falls and fades into the background, darkness slowly creeps into my vision and I hardly hear or see what's going on around me. 

In this moment, I don't exist. 

Time has paused as I am gently pulled away from the scene before me, I'm in a pool of molasses, only being able to hear the soft echos of hard slaps and the mutter of words I can't quite make out. 

I relax and seep deeper until I can no longer see the surface, letting myself be pulled and guided. 

But it only lasts for a short while before I am abruptly forced to leave this pool that surrounds me, brought back to a place where I can feel each and every slap or hit that had only been a whisper just moments before, hearing the words that had only been mere mutters - yelled and screamed at the top of ones lungs.

The sound and pain both arrive simultaneously and I can do nothing but bow to it and eventually I'm left on the floor of the kitchen struggling to breathe, and struggling to move. 

I squeeze my eyes shut and feel hot tears spill out of them, wishing that I was anywhere but here. I try to breathe in as much air as I can and let it out slowly, I find it easier to just accept the pain rather than fight it. Just let yourself feel it all, and once you do that, you'll be able to sit up then stand and eventually walk.

I make my way to the shower and make sure to lock the door behind me.