playdead

Chapter Thirty-One

Belle stood still, as the school nurse slowly cut at her cast.

The white plaster from the cast fell off her arm, along with the bandages and gauze wrapped around her arm. As the nurse cut off the rest, Belle smelled months of sweat built up and dried in the cast. She plugged her nose from the foul smell.

"Well, Ms. Twain, I suggest just rubbing some lotion or something like that on your arm. It'll help with the pain and swelling." The nurse told Belle.

"Thank you...uh, I'll get going." Belle said. She slid off the green chair she sat on and grabbed her backpack. Belle exited and entered the empty halls.

It was a nice and short experience, walking in empty halls. It was relaxing, to Belle, knowing that she was alone. No one watching.

Belle's left arm ached a bit. She flexed her hand muscles a bit, now seeing her arm again.

Belle slipped into 3rd period, smiling as she sat at the back of her History class.

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Walking down the halls, she heard whispers of other students. Belle heard "stabbed" and "hospital."

Belle went into 4th, not seeing Patrick Hothstetter there in the back. She sat down in her usual spot.

"You take this class too?" Breezy asked.

Belle jumped, looking beside her. Breezy stood, putting her stuff down, with a scowl on her face.

"Uh..." Belle didn't know how to answer.

"Never noticed you before." Breezy said, sitting down on the stool. She opened a notebook and started drawing in it.

"Yeah...how...? I've sat here for most of the...quarter..." Belle said, slowly.

Breezy had a certain "aggressive" mood. More aggressive than usual. Like, as if someone had made fun of her.

"Is err...is everything okay?" Belle asked.

Breezy ignored her.

"Bree?" Belle asked again.

Breezy snatched Belle's face and made her do a fish-lips face. Breezy made her look her dead in the eyes.

"Stop trying to act normal. I know what's going on. You're trying to fucking take him away from me, hmm?" Breezy asked.

"I-I duh knuh whoh yoor tooking aboot!" Belle scrambled. She tried getting away, but Breezy's grip was tremendously strong.

She finally let go. Belle clenched her jaw out of pain.

Breezy sighed.

"I stabbed Patrick with a fucking knife." Breezy said, bluntly.

Belle's eyes widened.

"You..." Belle questioned. She couldn't even get the words out.

"He said you and Simon were..." Breezy started to cry. Silently, of course.

"Woah...hey, don't listen to him. I've only ever talked to Simon. Whatever he said, isn't true." Belle reassured.

Belle wondered for a split second if Breezy was bipolar. Then she erased that thought knowing Breezy would kill her if she thought of her like that.

"I just don't know...I'm too...young. I can't be having these thoughts..," Breezy said, depressingly. "What do I do? What am I to Simon? Like, at all? Just some...fucking bitch who's kissed him before?"

"You've got to be more than that. Much more, Breezy." Belle said.

The bell rung. Passing ended. More students flooded in.

"I..." Breezy stopped talking. She put her head on the table and sighed.

"It's hard for you, I understand...give him time. Give yourself time." Belle told her.

Breezy nodded slightly and sighed again. She wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled out stuff for science.