Realism Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Whisper ❯ Hey, I'm pleading, my soul is bleeding ( Chapter 3 )

Silent Whisper

 

Chapter 3

Hey, I'm pleading, my soul is bleeding
I don't want to be left alone, not when I'm right next to you
What are you thinking, it's so misleading
Is it not for me to know, I think it's just hard for you to show

 

 

I couldn't help but helplessly stare at her shiny, brown shoes. She slowly glided over to my stall door and that's when true fear shot down my spine. I didn't lock the door. The door slowly started to open and my heart felt like it was going to pulse right out of my chest. That's when the noise filled the room. I didn't know what it was at first but it lightened my body to nothingness. It was the school bell. As my eyes locked with the door I saw the girl unwillingly give up her search and quickly but smoothly move to the stall next to me. I could see the girl in the mirror as she walked into the stall and not shutting the door all the way. Annabelle, who was weeping all this time on the ground, was jerked up and shoved into the stall wall making it shake all the rest or the stalls. I heard whispering then and I barely caught onto what they said but I understood the important parts. I relied on the mirror for more information. The red-headed girl was pinning Annabelle to the wall but Annabelle was out of view.

“So what are you going to say to the nurse when she asks you about this?” I heard a sweet but cold voice say. I knew who it belonged to immediately.

“I-I tried to…to…” Annabelle's voice was shaking and I heard raspy breaths, “I tried to…scratch my…” I could see it was talking all her will power just to say those words. She was shaking violently which made me ache with sympathy for her, “I tried to scratch my eyes out with the razor!” Annabelle said quickly before moving her hands to what seemed to be her mouth and made a few sobbing noises.

“That's my girl…and you know what will happen if you say differently?” The red-headed girl wrapped her arms around Annabelle's waist and started to snuggle her. I looked down and could see her feet move closer to Annabelle's. My eyes shot back up and I could see Annabelle's arms unwillingly move over the girl's back.

“…”

“Come on,” the red-headed girl twisted Annabelle's torso from side to side gently and slowly.

“…you'll…you'll…r-r-rip them…out…”

“Rip what out? You're heart? You're tongue-“

“My eyes!!!” Annabelle began to sob again and the red-headed girl started petting her head.

“Shhhh…don't cry like that precious. That's only if you tell someone I did this. I may even rip out your tongue if you do so.” The red-headed girl moved away from Annabelle and gave her a smile and a kiss on the cheek. When she pulled away there was blood on her lips. The girl wiped her lips clean with her finger and licked it. It looked like she was savoring the taste before she started giggling. “Tastes like pure fear…” The girl smiled at Annabelle before grabbing something shiny off the toilet seat. “Here you go, you'll need it when you go to the nurse.” The girl pushed Annabelle out of the stall and that's when I felt my heart stop.

Annabelle's face was covered in blood. Blood was smeared with tears and finger prints. Angry cut marks were shown around her eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot and looked puffy. There was a fuzzy cold feeling in the bit of my stomach threatening to make me throw up. I glanced at the silver object in Annabelle's hand. It was a silver razor dressed in blood.

“Don't look so down, you're getting away with a light sentence here. For crossing me I should have ripped your eyes out already.” The girl began to laugh as she danced around Annabelle pulling at her arms trying to make her walk faster. It seemed Annabelle was trying to resist her but she couldn't help but follow. Was she under a spell, too? Is she a trapped soul like I was to this beautiful demon? Or worse yet, would I end up like that?

 

The door opened and slammed shut. I stayed on that toilet seat for a few minutes making sure they were gone. I heard clattering and screams from girls. I guess they were already in the sea of people. I moved to get off the toilet when my foot slipped in splashed in the water. I tried to pull my foot out as fast as I could hoping that it would keep the water out of my shoe but I ended up getting caught on the bowl and falling to the ground, hitting my head on the slightly opened door. “Again…first days are great, huh?”

 

My heart was still hammering in my chest as I walked to class, late. I tried to try off my shoe and sock with the blow dryer used after you wash your hands. It helped some what but it still made a squeaky sound when I walked down the hall. I stopped in front of my classroom door, sadly hoping that the student body in there saw Annabelle first before coming to class. That made me sick just thinking about it. Hoping people saw another girl's pain just so they won't notice your humiliation. But does that make me as sick as that one girl?

 

I opened the door and glued my eyes to the dirty floor covered in shoe marks. I felt eyes on me instantly and a few giggles that were hushed by the teacher. I walked over to the teacher, too ashamed to look up.

“Is this our new student…let me see here on my chart…Ms. Brannigan? Ms. Alyssa Brannigan?” The teacher asked.

“…yes…” I spoke quietly. My shoulders were hunched and my head hung low. The teacher tried to bend over to see my face but I shunned away.

“…you look like you just saw a ghost, my dear.”

I glanced up to see her but looked down when I saw one corner of her lip pointing upwards.

“May I sit down?” I asked softly.

“Yes you may. Take the seat in the back.”

I walked quickly to the seat in back, jumping a few times from the images in my head that came flooding back into my mind. I saw down with everyone looking at me. Some found it humorous while some looked curiously. I stared at my desk, reading all the messages people scratched into it along with horrible drawings but they didn't keep the bathroom scene out of my head. That's when I remembered I had forgotten my things back in my locker and the fact I missed out on lunch. I know eating wasn't the best thing or the thing I wanted most at the moment but it would be a problem when I got home. I was cursed to sit in school with nothing but my memory and the fact that I was the only witness for Annabelle's torture but I was too cowardly to tell anybody…