As I walked in I couldn't help but notice there was a new face. That was interesting what's more interesting was he was sitting in my seat. The seat I've been occupying for the last 4 years.

That backseat in the left corner was my safe haven in this stupid history class covered in pictures of Hitler and various images of the different wars that happened in the past. They didn't even compare to the war inside of me.

It was a typical classroom with all the quiet nerds in front of the class, the mediocre kids and somewhat normal people in the middle and the loud and obnoxious guys in the back with the exception of me sitting with them.

What's even more fascinating he was almost a spitting imagine of me. Minus the chocolate skin and Afro of course. He also wore black Doc Martens, black ripped jeans, a black T-shirt and obviously you guessed it a black leather jacket.

I could already imagine the girls that are currently claiming him. I won't lie he is good looking. Strong defined jaw, dark hair, slightly aquiline nose, small pink lips in a straight line and green eyes that carried more anger than a thousand armies could ever bear.

See I don't think this guy knows how things work around here. Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't touch me and definitely don't take my seat. Or do it and face the consequences and I can tell you they aren't pretty.

I slowly approached him with a blank expression on my face. I genuinely hate human connection or any form of communication with humans in general it's just repulsive. What do I even say. I realized I was standing in front of him and noticed he had lifted an eyebrow at me with his mouth set in a hard line.

"Can you get out of my seat?" I asked with a cool but firm tone as I folded my arms.

" Ah but I don't see your name on it." He scrutinized her as he sat back into the chair and crossed his legs and arms.

I expected a harsh voice but it came out cool as ever. He had a very weird accent and was certainly not from around here Greece maybe because he pronounced his r's prominently which put me on the edge.

" First of all you don't even know my name and secondly..." I slightly bent and pointed at the 8 words sitting in the corner of the small desk.

He leaned in observing what I was showing
him. "Tallulah." He whispered it slowly as if he was sharing , a secret afraid someone would hear. I realized our close proximity and pulled back quickly out of panic and discomfort.

In the moment of my panic stricken movement I didn't realize he was also about to pull back and we bumped heads. Oh for fucks sake really Tallulah this is why you don't talk to people.

"You know what never mind."I rapidly turned around my eyes frantically searching for another seat. The only seat available was one at the back I was happy except it was right next to the asshat that took my seat.

I internally groaned but sat down nonetheless. This wasn't a bad view but I still longed for my special seat in the corner. I watched as Mrs Peaches came in and proceeded to quiet down the class. In my opinion she was too nice, she really did take after her name. Peaches. I shook my head at the silly thought.

If she wanted any of us to listen she should really stop saying please. She whined all the time and whenever the dumb jocks wouldn't listen she called the principal to instill some form of fear and discipline in us which never really worked.

I sighed and bent down to take out my books from my bag when I heard someone speaking.
He mumbled something incoherently or maybe I just wasn't listening.

"Excuse me?" I turned to face him with a bored look on my face.

"I said that's one hell of a bracelet you got there." He had a quizzical look on his face, what gives him the right to question me?

My bracelet. It had over 50 small charms, each representing a persons soul. Everyone had different personalities, my favorite was the black tiny gun. It was a symbol of my freedom, of the long battle I fought since just five years old and I don't regret it. In fact I was fucking proud.

I froze in my seat not sure what to say this is the first time someone openly asked or maybe even the first time they notice and I'm not sure what to do. Actually this is the first time anyone tries to make conversation with me at all.

My eyebrows snapped together as I scrunched my nose up in response. My face returned to my usual bored look and I turned back and faced the front of the class.

"You don't talk? He had a relaxed face as if he had no care in the world. Hmfp must be nice.

I turned to him again my eyebrows knitted together thinking of what to say. "What's it to you?" He was weird for a  new boy. Most of the time they were quiet and made sure they didn't draw too much attention to themselves. But him, he was different.

As I was thinking about my reply Carol Bail the queen B of be school as you call them approached me. Oh for goodness sake I hope she isn't trying to include me in her stupid hell hounds group. They were all dumb and fake how cliche I know but it is very real.

She was wearing a pink latex mini skirt which was dangerously short, a black fitted tee with again a dangerously low v neck and black stilettos. She wore her long strawberry down it almost reached her ass. How do you even manage that kind of hair. She had actually pretty green eyes and a well structured athletic body.

"No, don't even approach Im severely allergic to fake people." I cautioned as I gnashed my teeth.

I was really not in the mood today. First I had to actually come to school after working a long ass night shift then mystery guy took my seat and then she just had to look my way.

Her smile faltered but spoke anyway. "Hey Tals, I haven't seen you in a long time. How the hell did you achieve that natural glow."

Oh that stupid nickname for the love of all good things I wished she hadn't called me that. Where did she even get the right to give me a nickname?

I looked up at her scrutinizing her face, she had baked it alright and not the pretty bake you seen in the make up YouTube videos. I think she might've used actual baking powder on her face, it's possible. She looked okay though it wasn't too bad.

On days I wasn't too busy collecting charms, I dabbled a bit with make up but I must say I was kind of good.

A sat back in my chair and crossed my arms and legs.

"All the rage I feel inside is illuminating." I said with a complete straight face. I heard mystery guy snicker, glad to know he thinks I'm funny.

Hey I wasn't lying it really was the rage inside of me but what I did not expect was the answer she gave me.

"Rage is that like a face and body moisturizer or something. It actually does sound pretty good and also pretty expensive see we have pretty much the same taste I'll check it out." She had a bright smile on as she spoke.

I saw mystery guy double in laughter. Oh he was here enjoying this while I sat in my seat cringing for her.

As for her she was enjoying the attention, so that's why she's here. She wants mystery guy, she can definitely have him.She put her hand on her hand on mystery guys desk.

" You go girl and don't come back." I tried sounding enthusiastic but it ended up being sarcastic.

I have never heard someone use pretty so many times in one sentence, it was like a gift but God specifically gave it to her. Light travels faster than sound maybe this is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

As I was thinking I heard mystery guy quietly chuckle. He had drawn attention and all the guys were curious and the girls were just swooning.

" Enjoying the conversation?" I asked as I frowned at him slightly irritated that he was entertained at my expense.

" So you do talk." He looked at me quizzically and gave me a once over but particularly focusing on my bracelet.

Self consciously I pulled the hem of my jacket down and just decided to fold my arms. That way he couldn't see it.

He shrugged and looked away, well I guess that's that. I checked my watch and it was finally time to leave class and I really couldn't wait.

See I love how this school teachers to be punctual by not having a bell to remind us to go to class. Which is why it's vital to have a phone, watch or whatever to be able to see what time it is. Of course all the individual classes have clocks.

I stood up and packed my books away ready to leave. I had art next, the only class I actually didn't hate in this hell hole, actually I change my mind school was heaven compared to the dump I lived in. But hey I'm not complaining as long as I have a roof over my head I guess I'm good.

Working at Helens Kitchen had helped me a shit ton. I was the only waitress Helen tolerated and hadn't fired after 5 seconds of being there. And I'm not kidding when I say 5 seconds it really happened let me correct that happens. Helen was a tall skinny woman with red fiery hair to match her temper and blue icy eyes.

She was extremely picky with her waitresses and cooks which is probably why she had of the best restaurants in the city. She wasn't even a tad bit friendly to her customers, yeah the food was that good.

She tolerated me simply because I didn't speak and did what was I was told without complaining, it was the only life that I'd ever known. But she didn't need to know that, all I needed was my money.

To pay to keep her in that asylum and to keep me in school and from starving to death. This would all be over as soon as I found him,I just needed to find him. If only I could just find him. I had been jumping all around cities  blindly looking for him.

I was slowly losing control over myself and I can't even being to imagine what would happen if I did.When I had finally found a lead she just had to go fucking insane. And guess what the same person she fucked over would be the same person taking care of her.

Life was a bitch in that way. In fact the way the human mind operated was a pain in the ass that way. People treated you like shit and threw everything back you gave to them in your face, everything you had..they just threw it back in your face and laughed at the fool you were being.

A couple months down the line they come grovelling at your feet for mercy and your help and being the saint you are you feel compelled to help them. Is it pity? Is it because they begged? Is it because it makes you feel superior knowing they need you? Whatever it is I don't want to feel it. This isn't me, it isn't me at all. Helping people. Actually I don't mind helping people. It isn't me helping her.

And the responsibility of that came with having to visit her. I hadn't seen her in months because of what happened last time. I was too scared to feel the rage that enveloped me , too scared that the next time I might not be able to stop it. I could feel it inside of me stirring just at the thought of her. Because when the beast is awakened only death can put it back to sleep
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Good Morning my lovings, well at least it's 5am in the morning as I write this, yes I'm that dedicated. I was going to post this in the morning but I'm running a lil late on school but other what are your thoughts on your chapter? Who do you think is him and her? Let me know in the comments. Have a great day.