Realism Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Whisper ❯ Roses are red, Violets are blue, our love is cold just like you ( Chapter 1 )

Silent Whisper

 

Chapter 1

Roses and Red, Violets are blue, the love we have is cold and so are you

 

 

A soft touch, a smooth voice, a dark trancing stare, light porcelain skin, red rose bud lips…

 

These are the things that attracted me mostly. The way she held herself gracefully and delicately. Her slim figure with long red hair and a gorgeous haunting face to match. She had pale blue eyes that captivated you if you look directly into them, freezing you like stone. Everyone knew her, and feared her. Any girl who crossed her wrongly would be gone within a week. Everyone thinks of her as and ice queen of Rosewood Academy. No one has gotten close enough to see behind the superior demeanor; no one, except me. But let's save that for later.

I am basically like any other girl. I may not have great looks to be compared to the popular girls at school but I manage. All I have is my mind. I don't have money either but I don't try to dwell on that thought. I have a small family. At times we get along but mostly we fight. It causes stress and depression for all of us but we don't usually talk to each other about the problems of this family. We either fight till we kill someone or we stay broken. I had several brothers but they aren't right in the mind. I don't quite understand them but I have to try and accept them.

My eldest brother, William, would give me kisses on my cheeks, forehead and most of the times on my lips. He would take baths with me and wash me, he told me other brothers and sisters do this, too. I believe him for the longest time until one day Mom walked in on us in his bedroom. We both had just gotten out of the bath and were lying naked, him stroking my body. They called the police and took him away. They sat me down and tried to explain to me. What he did was a very, very terrible thing. They explained that all the affection he has been giving me was not the right kind. I didn't understand it them but I do now. I still love him though and sometimes I wonder if it's the right kind of love. Some part of my mind isn't right anymore and sometimes I long for that attention again, from any of my siblings, mostly from my older brother.

My second oldest brother, Peter, would never speak to me unless he needed something. All he did was take from our small family and never return anything. If I ever asked him anything he would either verbally or physically attack me and he knew I could do nothing about it. If I tried to stop him in anyway he would slap me across the face and call me a whore or a freak and bring up William again. On some occasions Peter would suggest some things we could do when Mom and Dad aren't around, those times his breath smelled strongly of alcohol. When I brought it up again to defend myself when he talked wrongly about William he would say he wouldn't know what I was talking about. At those times I grow extremely frustrated but I could never release my anger. I would hold it in which would turn inwards and hurt the things inside of me.

My younger sister, Eleanor, died a few days after her birth. She was delivered to early and died three days later. She died when I was with her; she was sleeping in her crib. I gently ran my fingertips down her face and she reacted slightly. A few hours later I came in to see how she was doing. I ran my fingertips across her face again to get another reaction. This time she didn't move. I tried again this time a bit rougher and I still got nothing. I shook her body slightly and still nothing. I ran for Mom and Dad and they said she is dead. Had I killed my sister? Am I damned now for all the things I have done?

My parents are always fighting. My Dad has a double standard over my Mom. It's tearing this family apart and I fear it may be at a point where something terrible is going to happen. Someone might commit suicide, we may lose our house, or someone might kill another. Their problems run deeper than that but I don't want to get too much into that.

That's the basic information about me but back to the girl I was talking about earlier. I met her at the new school I go to but it didn't go as great as you think some things do. You don't simply glance at someone and your eyes meet for a long moment while everything slows around you. You don't feel a click when your eyes meet. When our eyes met I was the only one who slowed and I ended up running into someone, falling and getting my hands stepped on while trying to gather my things that flew everywhere. When I looked back up again the ice queen had left. First days are great, huh?

I was late to class and got away with a warning since it was my first day. As I walked to the only empty seat in the classroom I heard a few snickers of laughter behind me. `Kill me now' I thought. I sat down and tried my best to zone out of this place. It worked but now I was completely lost in our homework assignment. I need to pay attention to class when I do zone out. The day went by slowly with no sign of that girl anywhere.

`Maybe I'm looking in the wrong groups…' I looked more towards the larger groups and still no sign of her. `Wait till lunch…'