Monster

Epilogue

Steady. Breathe. Calm. I said this all in my head. I mean, I was in school and this was the last exam of the semester. I couldn't possibly flunk it. No. I flipped through the vague pages. To me it was sickening. "Pencils down" the professor called. He took our exams from our reach. Goodbye you little bitch. So long. The ever so slow arm of time ticked, landing on 2:45. The ending bell rung, music to my worn out ears. I quickly rushed out the horrid doors of Rickshaw High. I deeply sighed as soft warm droplets seeped into my black and grey pea-coat. My gaze stayed at my moving vivid red Chucks. I looked at the grey sky. It was ugly. Just like me. I was never one of those beautiful model type girls. I was a potato. Do you really understand who I am. I'm nothing. A faded ripped page. "Paige" I turned on my heel to the sound of my name. I saw a mess of moppy hair on a sheepishly looking boy, maybe a year or two older. Who was he? That, I didn't know. Why would he want to talk to me? He came running, with something utterly familiar in his arms. My journal. NOW HOW THE HELL. I gripped my slender fingers in a ball. "You forgot this in English" He told me, handing it to me. I quickly snatched it from his hands as I held it tightly to my chest. "Thanks" I squeezed through my teeth. I turned back around, scurrying away. Fuck. He didn't read it... did he? Well, if he did, he wouldn't have said anything. He'd be too busy laughing at me. But if he did read it, he probably wouldn't give it back. I didn't dare look back. The droplets fell by the dozens, a few grazing my pink nose. Damn.

Seconds later, I was drenched. Better yet, It was freezing. What could possibly get worse? Oh just the fact that Im locked outside of my own house. Oh just wonderful, le meilleur est encore à venir (The best has yet to come). I held onto my journal, as if to keep the secrets on the pages. Puddles of rainwater formed around me, limiting me from spacial access. My hair stuck to my neck, givev me that weird slimy sensation. I hated it. I hated most things, myself being one of them. But I don't hate the world. Its been throwing chances at me but I'm just too fucking dumb to pick them up. Look at me, thinking to myself as I walk to Vincent's house. I lost my spare keys and if I were to break into my own home, the alarm would go off and the cops would chase me around like a lost puppy. Trust me it's NOT fun. The rain made it barely visible but I knew my way around. These houses were pretty old but they were huge, mine slightly smaller in size. I stood apon Vincent's front door. He slowly opened it right after I knocked like a maniac. "We've been expecting you" He said, locking at me like a creep but laughing straight after. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. But I loved him nonetheless. "Let me in" I told him, laughing a bit as well. He stepped aside like the gentleman he was, letting me into his home. I slipped inside, the smell of cookies roamed the room. "It smells delicious" I mused, smelling Cinnamon Pumpkin cookies. "Thanks, I'm making them for my grandma" he said in a hushed voice as if embarrassed. "Aww! that's so cute!" I said, over exaggerating it a bit. Just what he didn't want. "Shut up!" he groaned, walking into the kitchen. "Whatever. can I like, change into dry clothes now" I said, realising that I trailed water all over his floors. He nodded. I quickly walked up the steel spiral stairs, my Chucks clashing with the metal. I hurried up to his room, slowly closing the door behind me. I rummaged through his closet, slipping on some fairly large sweat pants, and one of his tight v-necks that still seemed large on me. I looked in the mirror. Jesus. My hair was a complete mess, eyeliner all the way down to my cheeks, I looked tired as hell. And Vincent didn't bother telling me? Jeez, I look terrible...like I was beaten up with a jackhammer by a gorilla. I shook my head and continued walking back down to the living room.