Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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The sleek black taxi rumbled down the long, straight road, the silence inside of the vehicle was deafening, the nerves of the girl sat in the back were so high they almost rang through car, ricocheting of the windows like a blaring orchestra.

Demitra was not used to the luxury of taxis, or vehicles in fact, it was maybe her third or fourth time going in a car so the nerves were more for that than the fact she was to join a new school.

But of course, it wasn't just any school she was new to - but Nevermore Academy. 

A school infamous for caring for those abandoned by society. Those who took uniqueness to a whole other level.

The road was narrow and closed off, a deep forest on either side. As the car turned a corner, a large building came into view.

It's sharp towers and turrets pierced through the clouds like knives and the elegant black brick stood out against the blue sky

Like fire against ice

Like love and death.

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The parking area for Nevermore was already full when she arrived, much to Demitra's dismay.

As she stepped out of her ride, she could feel people's eyes piercing into her very soul. Demitra watched as the students' excited conversations soon turned to gossiping with whispers most definitely about her. It seemed like a new face was like placing a dead animal into a vultures nest.

A certain pigtail wearing raven noticed this shift when the dark haired girl left the car - she particularly noticed the panicked glance shared between her parents. 

Wednesday then noticed the way her mother took a hurried step forward before stopping as the intriguing new girl grabbed her case and moved into the school gates.

How peculiar, Wednesday thought to herself, she hadn't even unpacked and there was already mystery. 

Demitra stood in the centre of the quad - fascinated by its splendour.  She'd never been somewhere that made her feel such... welcome.

As if all of a sudden a deep sense of nausea filled her stomach and a sharp stinging ring filled her head. The familiar tingle of a black string wrapping round her index finger took her intrigue, looking down, she found just that - a smoky string wrapped round her finger.

Then, deep in her mind, a vision cut through. A vision of a raggedy crow left blinded in one eye and a scared photographer cowering in a van.

Pulling out scissors as if from nowhere, she cut the string and the feeling left her presence. 

Someone had died.

And somewhere close to the school too.

How fascinating.

Demitra's little spectacle with the life cutting had not gone unnoticed - of course - not much did at Nevermore, especially when it came to new unheard of gifts.

And as Demitra looked around spotting the cautious, but intrigued, looks from her peers, she had realised something.

She was an outcast in a school for outcasts.