On the Wall

Part 1

When someone dies and people cry, "Oh my poor daughter" or whisper "she was loved by all": I wonder if the dead shake their heads because it is all bullshit. All the "Poor dearies" or "sorry for your losses" are facades; no one will miss the pink rhinestone book bag with purple and black buttons that used to accompany the girl who stepped on a cat, if it would give her fifteen minutes of eyes on her.

"I can't believe she's gone. I'm going to miss her." Lisa hugged herself whispering to Eliza, who nodded agreeing.

Another lie being whispered in the girl's bathroom. No one really paid attention to me, not until it suited them. Until they needed something from me. Eliza and Lisa were no exception. I watched as they synchronized in their movements; a shade of burnt darkness on the bottom lip then one line on the top lip, blot and to finish it off a touch a puffy pink blush—too much if you asked me, but no one ever does. If Eliza took a step to the left, Lisa followed. Most people said they were identical, but the bone structure in Eliza's nose causes it to have a pointy tip, while Lisa has a well rounded nose. I bet you can guess who the Pinocchio of the family was then. Lisa, being so loyal and afraid to speak out against her sister, always nodded and agreed.

"I heard it was her father." Lisa said brushing her long brown curls over her shoulder. "Her mother left and he just snapped. He wanted to make her feel the same pain as him, so he strangled her."

Eliza opened her mouth once, but decided against what she wanted to say and nodded instead.

Peculiar behavior. They must like pretending they are in The Parent Trap, but they weren't fooling me.

"If you have something to say, then spit it out." Flipping her brown shiny curls, she came over to the sink. Her silver sad eyes glanced at me for a second before focusing on her hands.

Lisa shrugged and hugged herself. "I don't think it was her dad. He looked really heartbroken and--"

"Of course he looked heartbroken! Anyone can pretend to be sad about something. I mean, look at Adam wasn't he balling his eyes out when he found out about the murder, but he was still fucking Diane."

"No, they broke up." Lisa chimed in.

"Yeah, moron, and a week later she ends up dead." She huffed turning to her sister, grabbing her bag. "In a scary movie, you would be the stupid girl that dies first. Lets go."

She shook her head, "I have to use the bathroom."

"I won't be late for you. Bye."

As Eliza exited the bathroom, Lisa stepped up to the sink. She looked at me before closing her eyes to breathe. She opened them again. Showing me her silver eyes, but unlike her sister they did not fill me with sadness, but with anger and hatred. Her curls dangled over the right side of her face. I could see the pimples emerging from her skin, and the goosebumps rising on her arms.

"You would be the annoying girl that no one likes and therefore people would kill you first! If I was in a scary movie, I would kill you, Eliza! You're stupid! You're cruel!" She breathed, her shoulders shaking. 

Behind the anger, I saw her sadness mirror her sister's. When the door opened, she wiped her tears quickly and placed a smile on her face. She turned away from me and faced the Chewers; I hated those fucking chewers.

Molly Greene was the leader of the Chewers. Lisa blushed in passing, and here I was left alone with Molly and her Chewers.