Cold to the Touch

I was emotionless, completely numb. Ever since that night, I had begun to go back to how I was, before I met her I mean. I had started to pull away from people,eventually ending up not speaking to people all together, and when I did, I wasn't very nice. My style never changed..Much. I had stopped wearing makeup, and had let my hair fall naturally, instead of dealing with styling it. I had stopped caring about what others thought about me. My mom hoped that I would become social again. The first couple weeks she had understood, but weeks turned into months, and months, eventually into years. She had tried to get me to let people into my heart, to take down the wall I had put around it, but they hadn't worked. In a final attempt to break the wall, my mother had contacted an old friend of hers, Kain Cross the headmaster of an elite private school. That's how I ended up here, standing in front of the gates of the school, Cross Academy.