Square One

Chapter 3

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-          Frappee14

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CHAPTER 3 –

You know when you're staring outside into the rain from your bedroom window, and you know how it feels like to spin around happily under the pouring sky, but you're not actually under it to experience the things you felt when you did? And you imagine in your head what it would be like to dance in the rain, but you can't go outside, you just can't or you'll catch a cold. There are several warnings telling you not to go outside, you know your heart wants to, but your conscience is telling you otherwise. You want to go outside and be carefree without having to worry about the consequences that follow.  Just for a split second you want to go outside and spin around under the rain, you want to feel it pour and just forget everything and be happy there, even for a little bit. But you can’t go outside. You’re going to get sick if you don’t stop yourself from going outside. You then sigh and walk away from your window. You want to go outside, but you don’t want to get sick.

That's what loving was like for me, except I can never let it happen again. I can't look into the rain and say I want to be there anymore, because love rained on me once, and after it did, the raging lightning from the storm crushed me with its full effect and left me stranded to the ground, not being able to open my eyes to the sight of love again. It hurt me emotionally, mentally, and physically. It will never happen again, I won't let it. But what are you to do when you come face-to-face with it? Are you supposed to sigh and walk away? I can’t let myself go there again, I won’t.

It was now a 30 minute recess break and I wasn’t quite sure where to go and what to do. I was still freaked out that someone actually talked to me, that someone being Adrian. A hot, bad boy, with a tough-guy act. Why did he talk to me? Surely he knew 'the story' that everyone has been spreading around. I hated calling it that, 'the story', but that's all it was. It was just a story. Something the group of four made up to save themselves from trouble, as well as endangering me in the process. I decided that now that I was back here, things might as well go back to the way it was before, two years ago, after that day. I would keep a low profile for the whole day, meaning that my recess will be spent...in the toilets.

Not the ideal place, but where else was I to go? No matter where I went, there would always be some form of threat against me, or someone that would harass me. I guess it was just best to stay out of everyone's way. It would be better that way. After making my decision, I went into the toilets. The long pathway before me empty and the mirrors beside me reflecting my every move, almost as if they were watching me. The deadly silence of this place right now caused an echo as I tapped my foot against the floor tiles, the mirrors covered by lip stains and kisses in every shade of red and pink imaginable. The sight of it all just made me want to puke. The remainder of what was left of the cream coloured walls was now mostly covered in some sort of graffiti, I made my way down the long hallway of lined up toilets and found one close to the end, it was clean and didn't smell of shit, that was a plus right?