Secret

Whisper

creaming was muffled by the palm of my hand. I grinned as I could hear the sounds of a knife cutting up the skin of the victim.

"Shhhh~ relax and it'll be all over soon."

And with that, the room went silent. I sighed and pulled away, holding the bloody knife. "Damn. That was way too soon." I whined softly and walked over to a table, putting the knife down on top of a cloth.

"Maybe next time."

⋯⋯Few hours later⋯⋯

I ran up to my friend, my book bag hanging on my shoulders. I was softly panting as I smiled.

"Kristin!"

She looked back at me, her hair being black and down to her shoulder blades, although it was layered. "Sky!"

I stood next to her as we waiting for the walking sign to turn green for us to cross the street.

"How'd you sleep?"

I asked, trying to keep a conversation. "Eh. I could've slept better. It was hard to breath." Kristin has a large chest for her age and usually no store, not even one has her bra size.

"Damn. That sucks." I frowned slightly and sighed. As the walking light turned green, me and her began to walk to the other side, heading to our high school. "So, what's your plans for after graduation?"

I looked down, watching my feet as walked. "Dunno." I replied to her question, my voice seeming soft.

"Mmm. Do you have any ideas of the possible jobs you could get?"

I scoffed and shakes head. "Nope. I mean, I don't really like thinking about the future. You know me.. my anxiety and depression will start acting up."

"Yeah."

We walked up the stairs to the back entrance where other students go in from the buses. "Good morning." A teacher smiles at me as I greeted her as well. I've know her since I was in 9th grade although she wasn't fond of me the first time.

"Ewe what is she wearing?" "She should just wear jeans." "She's so disgusting looking."

I smiled at Kristin, hearing a bunch of students whispering about me. I kept my smile as I gripped my book bag straps. When I was seven years old, I was caught in a fire. I ended up surviving with big scars that most people find disturbing. It really wasn't a big deal, but others find it a bit odd.

"Skylar."

"Kristin it's okay. I don't give a fuck about what they say." I giggled and walked up to a spot where my friends mostly meet.

I sat my bag down on that floor and leaned against the wall, pulling out my phone. I sighed softly, putting my phone away while looking up, seeing a few friends walking up and greeting me.

"Ugh I'm so tired!" I whined. Jason gave a chuckle.

"Right tho' "

Elsa hugged him and whined, wanting a kiss. I looked away, putting my hands in my pockets of my hoodie.

The bell rung and throughout the entire day, I continued to check my phone, being disappointed each time. Last class of the day, I sat there in my class, drawing in my sketch book of a girl. You wouldn't say it's happy if you seen that the girl was being hanged. My teacher mistaken the rope being an umbrella due to the shadows on the top of the paper.

"Annoying. Slut. Burnt marshmallow. Dramatic. Fake. Bitch. Mental. Ugly."

Some kids in the class were whispering about me, looking at me from the corner of their eyes. I remember when I accidentally bumped into one of them, they moved away, their friends laughing at her while she complained of having 'germs'

"Shut up..."

I said softly to myself.

"I said... shut up." It felt like voices repeating over and over, the words of the whispers becoming louder.

"Skylar."