Snippets of Stories

These Voices In My Head: Part 2

Moments later the door creaked open and the two boys scuttered away from the scene of the crime as my stomach churns.What have they done?

I make a move to get up but then stop myself.I hardly even know Collin,so why should I care so much?I mean,that ididotic boy had practically forced himself after that one time I saved him,I really had no obligation to him.After all,I normally left things like this alone.Overhearing backstabbing plans all the time kind of got old after a while.

I lower myself back onto the ground.Yeah,why should I care?

But as soon as I sat down,a image quickly flashed through my mind, Collin face planting onto the floor that day in the canteen,his flushed and embarrassed face,and I don't know what gotten into me,because I'm standing up and I'm walking to that art room as quickly as I can.

I slowly nudged the door open and immediately felt an inexplicable emotion simmering through me upon taking in the sight .There on the art table,amidst the plethora of completed art pieces,lay one which was torn in half.Collin's beautiful art piece,ruined.

Knowing there was nothing else I could do,I quietly shut the door.

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The next time I see Collin,he looks utterly destroyed.He looked as if he had been crying,his eyes bloodshot and still wet.I can only assume he has discovered what happened to his art piece.

"Hey Ed."He slides down opposite me without his usual cheery tone.He looks down onto the table,tears swirling around his eyes as he rubs his hands together.I look up from my physics tutorial that I'm rushing to finish.Tutorial was next period and I had barely started on the worksheet.

"Hey Collin."I watch him reach out to rub his eyes,and I can't help the pity that arouses seeing him like that.He looked as if he had been through a hurricane .

I can't believe they tore up my art piece!I spent an entire week working on that!Why are people so mean to me?I'm trying to be nice to them like ma said but they just keep getting worse.

Upon thinking that, he sniffles even more.I sit there biting my lip,pen hovering over my tutorial worksheet,having no idea how to react to the sniffling mess in front of me.Should I comfort him or something?Or should I just let him cry it out?I don't know,I never really had to deal with a crying person.Whenever something like that happened,the girls would all flock over like vultures,working whatever magic they had.I was normally the one sitting at the side,trying my best to distance myself as far away as possible. I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat, as I watched Collin hold back tears.

"Hey um-are you okay?"I eventually decided to ask him even though I knew exactly what happened.His thoughts were on a rapid rant at the moment and it was clear he was spiralling.He lifted his head up to look at me.

"Yeah Ed,it is just that- some person decided to wreck my art piece."He stuttered quietly.

I still can't believe they did that.

"That sounds well um really terrible.I'm so sorry Collin."I awkwardly replied in what I hope to be a comforting way but comes off as kind of standoffish.Collin just nods before looking down again.

Seeing the normally happy go lucky Collin in such a state stirs an uncomfortable feeling within me.

"Collin, do you know who it is?"I ask him slowly ,already fearing the answer.

"No."He murmurs.I narrow my eyes.

"I see."

So it looks like those jerks haven't been caught yet.I continued watching Collin try not to cry and I grit my teeth.Some people were just horrible.