D I S T O R T I O N: The Oblivion

[Krystaline]

-Finished Chapters-

{One}

D i s t o r t i o n

KRYSTALINE

So what?

I waited silently, hoping for a sign of indecision. His perfect brown eyes stayed glued to me and I was almost positive that he could feel the things that I could. The pain, the confusion, the torment.

The indecision of the heart.

It was a sickening thought. My heart pounding, body trembling, clothes soaked with blood. It was the last thing I wanted to be sure of. He was enjoying this. I choked back tears. His eyes drove through the surface, past my weakened defenses, and straight for my shattered heart.

Breaking…I’ll break for you…

His eyes darted towards my arm and I watched in shock as a smile spread slowly across his face.

“So clumsy…” He spoke softly. Mocking me.

It’s venom…

I gasped and trudged towards him, ignoring the searing pain in my shoulder. It was getting harder to breath, as if I were suddenly trapped in a small sealed bag. I stopped trying to tell the difference between my tears and the blood slipping down my cheeks.

“K-Kody…” My voice broke and he turned away from me, coldly. He straightened up from his crouching position and dropped the blade. The world spun frantically around me and I fumbled faintly towards him.

Don't leave me...Please...

I subconsciously brought my left hand to my bleeding shoulder and shuddered after feeling my blood run through my fingers. I wanted to vomit.

“Farewell…My love…”

I gasped as he turned his back towards me and disappeared into the darkness.

“K-KODY!” I screeched, beyond myself. I wanted to run for him, scream for him to come back. But I felt myself collapse and slip away.

And so it begins…

[x-x-x]

The nervous feeling came back and I laughed sheepishly, tucking a strand of loose black hair behind my ear. I was painfully aware of my flaws and looked shyly towards my English teacher. Of course, he shot me a reassuring smile and I took a small step forward.

Being completely honest with myself, I didn’t even remember waking up in the morning. My aunt had let me sleep in with good intentions. Unfortunately, that sympathy had made me late. I hadn’t had time to eat breakfast and the stress of the day had made me feel like I was starving…or simply dying. Of course, I remember having to run to school, tripping on my way through the door. Luckily, no one noticed.

“Well…” My right hand traveled up the strap of my backpack and I released a deep sigh, staring down at my spotless white tennis shoes. Should I be wearing something more…fashionable? I looked down at my classmates shoes self-consciously. I just knew they were judging me. My flushed cheeks, pale complexion, dark blue eyes and jet black hair.

I sighed shakily and looked up. “…I changed schools to come live with my aunt…Um. My name is Krystaline…I’m a senior…” I didn’t know what else to add and looked back at my teacher again. He was leaning against the whiteboard with a interested look on his face. He awkwardly began to clap promptly and the students followed despite the fact that my introduction wasn’t at all exciting.

I plastered a familiar fake smile on my face as I made my way to the back of the classroom. I had gotten seated by the window. Again. I sighed and pulled out my binder, leaning back in my seat and pretending not to notice the curious glances being shot my way. I realized, rather disappointedly, that the ones staring were mostly female. I figured they were just waiting for me to mess up. I shouldn't think so pessimistically...Maybe they want to be friends... I leaned against the wall on my right and stared out of the window, twirling a blue mechanical pencil between my fingers and sighing again.

See ya soon…

[x-x-x]

It seemed like forever until school ended. I weaved through the crowds of people and started to make my way to Amelia’s. It wasn’t a long way to walk, but the longing to be home made it difficult for me to focus on my surroundings. I completely missed out on the gorgeous colors of fall and the old-fashion landscaping. I couldn’t enjoy the fragrance of budding tulips, or the light breeze blowing past me.

As I reached the front door, I could already smell Amelia’s cooking. Unfortunately, she had never been the greatest cook. I grimaced and twisted the doorknob. Unlocked like always… Walking inside, I realized that I still hadn’t gotten use to the small, clustered, three-bedroom house. It was so different from my dad’s place. The living room was filthy. A large navy blue loveseat in front of a small television with a VCR sitting on top of it was against the wall. The once white carpet was now a faded tan color. It clashed with the chipping rouge wallpaper. I my gaze towards the sliding glass door leading out onto a balcony on the other side of me. It was cluttered with tall violet beach chairs. Shuddering, I shut the front door behind me.
“Krystaline?” My aunt’s tired voice came from the kitchen down a short hall to my left. I set my backpack down against a wall and shrugged out of my thin gray sweater I had been forced to wear. It had always been freezing in the North. Sixty degrees here felt like eighty to me. I straightened out my short-sleeve red shirt with a smile.

“Krystaline…?” She called again, forcing me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, it’s me auntie.”

Amelia sighed and I heard the clanking of dishes. I frowned, finally identifying the scent of burnt fried fish. Reluctantly, I made my way to the kitchen to greet her.

“I thought you were Carl…Are you hungry?” She asked me, smiling considerately. She pointed towards the fish. “I made it for you, honey. You’ve had a long day.”

All for me, huh? Aw. You really shouldn’t have…

“Thanks but I’m not really hungry.” I lied. “I have a lot of work to do from school so I’ll eat later, ‘kay?” I shot her a convincing smile and headed off to my room.