Marked

Chapter 9

        "How are you feeling?"

            I sighted dramatically, "Sir, you sound like a shrink, are you sure that you didn't accidently study psychology?" my voice was laced with sarcasm but Mr. Simmons seemed completely unfazed.

        Deep down it was nice to have someone who understands you and gives you your space. Everyone had been hovering over everything I did. People I don't even know asked me how I was feeling and how things have been and then they would tell me that they understand, and I just wanted to punch them in the face.

        I didn't want them to understand, I want them to leave me alone, to let me breathe.

        Because most of the time I feel like I'm drowning.

        Mr. Simmons gave me a sympathetic look, "Miss Johnson, I know that you are hurting terribly now, I know you don't want anyone to understand you because in fact, nobody can. Each person has their own way of mourning for their loved ones and each person is in control of how that loss should change them.

        "Now you, you have gone through something terrible that I don't wish for anyone else, but we don't get to choose how this things happen and I don't know if our paths are written out in a form of destiny, but I know this: Miss Johnson, you are the strongest person I have had the chance to get to know. But strong people hurt too.

        "I know the pain must feel unbearable and you might not feel able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And even though you may hear this all the time nowadays its is true, it will get better. It is slow, the pain will slowly numb but it will always hurt, sometimes a little and other times too much. But these experiences are what build a person and I'm just sorry this experience was meant for you."

        Tears spilled down my cheeks and a lump rose on my throat, every time I breathed my entire body shuddered every time I spoke and I was tired, so tired. I had barely eaten lately. Despite the protests from Jen, Marcus and pretty much the rest of the world I couldn't get myself to eat more than a couple bites, because everything I ate was tasteless and came up eventually in vomit.

        But did things really get better? "I keep getting words when all I want is evidence" I said quietly, wiping some tears from my cheeks.

        "I'm all the evidence you need"

        And after that everything I thought I knew changed, for I had realized that I really knew nothing at all

-

        Its unfair, its all unfair. A month after my parent's murder they told me they could search no more. My house had become a crime scene, I had only gone there once since the incident, for supplies, but what's done is done. It may be a house but it will never feel like a home again.

        And now it was all going to be for nothing.

        There were no clues, no fingertips, nothing but the blood that was spilt. There wasn't enough to be able to point a finger. The case was closed permanently and there was nothing I could do about it, or that I knew I could do. I had no other family. I was completely alone. All I had was that god-forsaken house.

        And Marcus and Jen, who had an annoying habit of reminding me about it.

        "Did they really say that?" Jen was ravaged she was expressing all the anger I had bottled up inside, someone had to.

        We were in her room, I sat in the make shift bed and she sat in hers; I had been crashing here ever since the incident.

        "Yeah" I muttered, my voice rough and tired, my eyelids drooping in sorrow, "They told me they had no lead, no fingerprints, no murder weapon, nothing. So they called it quits." I stopped myself abruptly as a thought circled around my head: Maybe the shut down the case because there is no way some orphan would raise her voice, or maybe they are hiding something.

        I flinched inwardly at the word "orphan" but I could no longer evade it, people tried not to say it in front of me, but that could hide what I already new.

        Orphan.

        I am an orphan.

        Jen stood up from her bed in a jump, "That's just stupid!"

        "Well it's not like there something I can do, I'm pretty sure that the world is giving me some space right now but it can't be long until people start talking about emancipation and temporary homes..."

        "Shut up!!!" Jen screamed, interrupting me "Just don't go there ok, don't you ever go there because," she sighted, her voice thick with feeling "I would NEVER let that happen to you, you are like my sister, I've known you my entire life and I can't imagine having the rest of it without you.

        "I don't know how you could dare think that I would ever leave you behind, because every single plan I have ever made is with you in my mind, so don't worry about anything, because if you leave I am coming with you. Or most likely kidnapping you so that you stay by my side."

        She sat down and hugged me, tears threatened to pour down my cheeks but I held them back. You would think that after crying for so long that you would run out of tears. Maybe there's more for me to suffer, I thought sadly.

        There was a creak of an opening door and as I turned around to see my heart shrunk a little, it was Marcus.

        "Hey um, I met Miss Elsa, she let me in" He said as he entered, he walked lazily as if tired and sat on Jen's bed.

        Moments later the air began to grow thick and awkward, not a word was spoken. Marcus eyes danced around the room and then rested on Jen's wall. "That's beautiful." he said.

        "Thank you, Skylar and I made it" Jen responded. She glanced around as if searching for something to say, but she remained silent.

        One second. Two seconds.

        Jen stood up in a jump, "I'm thirsty" she said aloud and walked out of the room without saying another word, leaving Marcus and I alone.

        I just sat there, searching for something to busy myself with, but my eyes always led back to him.

        Marcus shifted where he sat and looked me in the eyes, green against grey. "I've been trying to call you, but I had to assume your phone was broken"

        "It wasn't, I just didn't want to talk" my voice was a barely audible whisper, I had closed myself for so many days, I barely spoke to Jen, much less Marcus. It was only my thoughts and I.

        "I'm just worried Skylar" He stood up and sat next to me only inches away, I could feel him hesitating, but he just rested his hands on his lap.

        "Everybody is, yet so few truly are".

        "I am, I truly am Sky" he whispered "It hurts me to see you like this".

        "Why do you care so much? You barely even know me!"

        "I may not know you completely but it's the parts of you that I know that have convinced me to stay, and even through tough times I want to get to know you more"

        I looked deep into his eyes; I couldn't tell if he was saying the truth. I didn't know if I wanted him to be. But Jen's abrupt arrival prevented me from pondering about it and once again we rested in awkward silence.

        Silence. I hated it. It made me think about terrible things.

___________________________________________________________________________________

Author's Note

Hi guys!! how is your life going? 

What do you guys think Mr. Simmons' story is?? i really want to know what you guys think is going to happen