F.A.I.T.H.

MOVIE >scene94> - A Dorm. A Delinquent. A Girl.

"Rihanna...?"

Anthony walked into the piano room, where Rihanna sat under the window, hugging her legs with her arms.

She was looking up into the blue afternoon sky. Anthony was estranged by the fact that she wasn't sitting on the piano bench, where he'd usually find her. And as he walked closer to her, he realized that–

"Rihanna, what's wrong?!" She was crying. Rihanna, a person he thought he'd never see hurt or in pain, had tears running down her face.

When she finally came back from wherever her thoughts took her, she saw Anthony and began wiping her tears with her sleeve. "Oh, hey Anthony."

Anthony slid next to her, "Who upset you? Tell me, and I swear I'll make them regret it."

Rihanna wanted to smile, but she was so distraught that nothing could make her feel better at this point. Instead, she took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead. "I'm okay. I'm just a little tired."

He pulled away and frowned. "Don't do that." He studied her face with an angry expression. "It feels like you're leaving the Academy."

She shook her head. "I was considering it, but I realized just now... who would keep your actions straight? You'll go and pull another prank, and get hurt."

He sighed and slumped his shoulder. "I'm not a little kid you know, you can tell me what's wrong."

Rihanna looked back at the blue sky.

What should I tell you?

I have a story of a lost soul, broken, battered, smoked and undone. Good luck was never a friend of that soul, and instead, misfortune was its godmother.

I loved, and it failed me. Once. Exactly once. I loved with every cell in my body, and felt loved. I felt safe and whole. The lost spirit finally found a permanent home to linger in. It was warm and sheltered, until he pushed me out back into the cold again.

And now, I'm scared and lost again. A feeling I thought I finally conquered.

"I think Jessie hurt my feelings. But I can't see how that's possible, because no one ever really did, or cared to at least, and I don't know how that might feel like."

I don't want to lose him. I want him to keep me sane, safe, restrained.

Her eyes did not move away from where they watched the white clouds. Her thoughts visualizing all the 'what could have beens'. The ideas were never more painful.

Anthony stood up and left. Truthfully, he didn't like the idea of someone other than him meaning that much to her. He went over to the Student Life room, where he had seen Jessie spend his time, and walked over to him.

"Hey Anthony." Jessie said, closing his book and looking up at the angry kid.

"How do you even dare!"

Jessie, taken aback, began standing up. "What's wrong? What are you talk–"

"She was crying because of you! How dare you let her waste one precious tear! Do you not know what she means to me?!"

"Who–"

"Rihanna! You hurt her! Don't ever come in front of me again."

He turned around and began making his way to the door, before leaving, he turned back once more and said, "I always had respect for you because my brother likes you, but you just lost all the respect I had for you."

I'm never angry. What's happening to me...