Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 7
Crimson Stains
I felt important, walking next to the beautiful girl.
She was tall, with long gorgeous dark hair that fell to her waist. She walked with a spark of confidence in her eye. Everything about her was gorgeous, her tall thin figure, the perfectly high cheekbones, the features just soft enough to be kind looking as well as pretty. Standing next to her, I looked like a washed up rag.
I barely came up to her shoulders. My hair was long too, and thin. The biggest problem was that I was skinny - Oh, so very skinny - and my skin was white as a ghost, and I stood out like a sore thumb. My eyes looked washed out as if they were a black and white photograph worn from the sun. Of course, I knew this wasn't the case.
My eyes were worn because of the horrible things I'd seen.
But somehow, there was something there, too. Something in her face, something in her eyes, that was all too familiar. That look of distant guilt. The look that you put on, your brave face, when you know what the truth could rise to the surface at any moment, bubble up from someones lips without warning.
The same look that I had held on my face for three years.
"What's your first class?" The girl on her other side asked, running a hand through her hair. She was pretty as well. Not like Jessie, but this girl, Lena, had something to her, a sort of mystique, that I thought was special. Not like me. Not like the washed up rag of a girl I now was. "I have my AP History class."
"I have to head to Algebra," Jessie said, her eyes sparkling. Oh, goodness. Now she was intelligent too.
I frowned. "Band."
Both girls turned to look at me, their faces lost.
"Band?" Jessie asked. "What do you play?"
"I'm a floutist," I admitted. "I'm not very good at it though. Maybe I should skip."
Jessie grinned. "Now you're talking!"
Was she serious? I had no time to wonder. Both girls stopped. Their eyes widened.
It didn't take me long to see what they did.
For a long moment, the figure stared at us in turn, one to the other, slowly, slowly. Then he turned and bolted away, tossing the slim piece of metal in his hand to the side.
Our eyes fell down to the ground. The world had fallen silent.
And for the second time, the horrible color of crimson blood stained my eyes.
It leaked down into my skin and I could almost taste it, smell it. It washed down into my clothes and forever stained me, forever scarred me where I could never remove it. Both girls stumbled back. Jessie let out a little bit of a scream.
I didn't move. My eyes didn't leave the bloodied figure on the ground, staring blindly up at the ceiling. I really did not want to say a word, but for some reason I had to open my mouth and then I let out the soft name that had rolled off my tongue so many times before. But never, never like this.
"Jacob."
Jacob. The only one I had. The little brother, who was taller than me, sandy blonde hair, tan skin, the only one with a future on him. Captain of the freshman football team. Liked by everyone.
Well, I guess not everyone. Because now, his blood spreaded on the tiles, staining me. Staining me with everything. Staining me with tears.
"Jacob," his name bubbled from my throat once again, and I fell to my knees. Someone else screamed. There was shuffling feet running off in the direction of my brothers killer, and then a teacher sprinted around the corner.
Somehow, I stood up. Somehow I stumbled to the wall and pulled the fire alarm. There was shuffling feet and gasps, nips and screams of kids as they saw the body laying on the ground in the hallway. Everyone went outside. There were bells ringing in my head.
Jessie ran to my side and tried to hold me up, but I still collapsed against the wall.
In a drop of ink, the world began to disperse. I was swallowed in nightmares.
And all I saw was blood.
Crimson stained me.
Forever.
She was tall, with long gorgeous dark hair that fell to her waist. She walked with a spark of confidence in her eye. Everything about her was gorgeous, her tall thin figure, the perfectly high cheekbones, the features just soft enough to be kind looking as well as pretty. Standing next to her, I looked like a washed up rag.
I barely came up to her shoulders. My hair was long too, and thin. The biggest problem was that I was skinny - Oh, so very skinny - and my skin was white as a ghost, and I stood out like a sore thumb. My eyes looked washed out as if they were a black and white photograph worn from the sun. Of course, I knew this wasn't the case.
My eyes were worn because of the horrible things I'd seen.
But somehow, there was something there, too. Something in her face, something in her eyes, that was all too familiar. That look of distant guilt. The look that you put on, your brave face, when you know what the truth could rise to the surface at any moment, bubble up from someones lips without warning.
The same look that I had held on my face for three years.
"What's your first class?" The girl on her other side asked, running a hand through her hair. She was pretty as well. Not like Jessie, but this girl, Lena, had something to her, a sort of mystique, that I thought was special. Not like me. Not like the washed up rag of a girl I now was. "I have my AP History class."
"I have to head to Algebra," Jessie said, her eyes sparkling. Oh, goodness. Now she was intelligent too.
I frowned. "Band."
Both girls turned to look at me, their faces lost.
"Band?" Jessie asked. "What do you play?"
"I'm a floutist," I admitted. "I'm not very good at it though. Maybe I should skip."
Jessie grinned. "Now you're talking!"
Was she serious? I had no time to wonder. Both girls stopped. Their eyes widened.
It didn't take me long to see what they did.
For a long moment, the figure stared at us in turn, one to the other, slowly, slowly. Then he turned and bolted away, tossing the slim piece of metal in his hand to the side.
Our eyes fell down to the ground. The world had fallen silent.
And for the second time, the horrible color of crimson blood stained my eyes.
It leaked down into my skin and I could almost taste it, smell it. It washed down into my clothes and forever stained me, forever scarred me where I could never remove it. Both girls stumbled back. Jessie let out a little bit of a scream.
I didn't move. My eyes didn't leave the bloodied figure on the ground, staring blindly up at the ceiling. I really did not want to say a word, but for some reason I had to open my mouth and then I let out the soft name that had rolled off my tongue so many times before. But never, never like this.
"Jacob."
Jacob. The only one I had. The little brother, who was taller than me, sandy blonde hair, tan skin, the only one with a future on him. Captain of the freshman football team. Liked by everyone.
Well, I guess not everyone. Because now, his blood spreaded on the tiles, staining me. Staining me with everything. Staining me with tears.
"Jacob," his name bubbled from my throat once again, and I fell to my knees. Someone else screamed. There was shuffling feet running off in the direction of my brothers killer, and then a teacher sprinted around the corner.
Somehow, I stood up. Somehow I stumbled to the wall and pulled the fire alarm. There was shuffling feet and gasps, nips and screams of kids as they saw the body laying on the ground in the hallway. Everyone went outside. There were bells ringing in my head.
Jessie ran to my side and tried to hold me up, but I still collapsed against the wall.
In a drop of ink, the world began to disperse. I was swallowed in nightmares.
And all I saw was blood.
Crimson stained me.
Forever.
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When Will This Be Continued? I'm One Of The Writers BTW XD
I khow......
Name: Becky Brows
Appearance: mid-lengh, shiny, copper red hair, short, lanky, round, cute, grassy green eyes, very pretty, pale skin, pear shaped body and rosey lips.
Personality: funny, random, pranksterish, witty, blunt, honest, sassy and likes hugs so much to the point of annoyance she also hugs right around the ribs really, really hard.
Family: Has a pretty average home. Has two little brothers and one sister both parents work. She live's in a nice big house though. :)
mmkay.
Is This Going To Be Continued Because The Last Chapter Was Last Year Or Summink ,
Lol, good point :D Haha, just waiting for lovelyannemarie to write her chapter, I think you're next after her, not too sure though... I'll give her another while and then I might have to reassign it to someone else until she's ready :)
Oh!!!! Good story so far!
Name: Jennifer Gray
Appearance: Long black hair, deep brown eyes, only a bit tan, very pretty looking
Personality: very friendly, can be mean sometimes, though...not really anything to say either.
Family: 1 older sister in college, mom is editor of a well-read fashion magazine, dad is in important position of a popular tech. store, maybe Apple?
Will message dirty little secret if i'm in.
Name: Annie Schwitzberg. (I love German XDXDXD)
Appearance: Tall, dirty-blonde hair, big blue eyes... Basically a cover-look beautiful girl ;).
Personality: Secretive, insecure, she doesn't like people, or questions... She isn't popular or unpopular, she keeps herself to herself. No friends. She likes it that way.
Family: Her mother died in labour. No body knows this, but her dad abandoned her and lives with his girlfriend. She has lived alone since 14.
I'll message you with her dirty secret.
OMG PWEASE DO!!!! :D
Name:Lena Garrings
Apperance:Short, curvy, brown eyes, blonde curly hair, a scar under her left eye, average-looking
Personality:Lena seems kind, sweet, and caring on the outside. She's very involved with othersand is always on the go. The reason she never stops is because she has something to avoid thinking about.
Her secret? Her twin sister Ashlee disapperead two years ago, and she knows who did it and where she is.
Family:Her mother is depressed about Ashlee's disapperance, and her younger s
So I guess the answer's no?
Oopsie, sorry xD Lol, I forgot to log out xD Answer's yes, actually xD
Yay :D. I'll get working!
Name: Vi Naomi
Appearance: Kind of small, thin and short, with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Pale. But very pretty.
Personality: Vi almost never speaks. But she has a dirty little secret that seems almost impossible, especially for such a small, innocent little girl. Whos for a murder?
Family: A little brother named Jacob and a dad whom isn't with them anymore. She didn't mean it...
>:D I love murderous young childeren!
Lol, same xD
Done with my chapter!
Does She Murder Loads Of People Or Just Her Dad In An Accident?