BROKEN

Song

School, its the definition of prison, literally, lines, silence, order, lunch breaks. Just like an actual prison, I know personally as I had to get myself captured for one of my missions, easy escape, no offence, but why do they choose the soft guys for policemen?

This is the cliché movie moment, wait outside the door until called and tell them about yourself, practically introductions to your new peers, nothing I can't do. I've already thought of a backstory, my old name I'm going to use, hopefully I can keep myself straight when called that, I have had problems being called that before, and a fake age.

In the moment again, I glance around the white tiled halls, green lockers and light grey walls, kind of bland but almost unique. A sense of something washes over me, 'The last time I was in a school was...three years ago...I dont like this...this feeling...what is it?', before being able to identify the feeling, I hear my name and the fading green door is opened. The teacher is a blond headed, honey eyed beauty, firm yet motherly tone of voice and is about in her thirties. My only visible eye scans her up and down and she seems to blush with the faint pink dusting her cheeks when I look into her eyes. Clearing her throat lets me know to step forward into the class, the door closing behind me, "I'm Miss. Chen, I'll be your homeroom and English teacher."

Nodding at her to show I listened, I look to the rowdy class and hear Miss Chen clearing her throat again, "Class." They ignore her and carry on, "Class!" Still not listening so I make my move, grabbing the duster I lift it to the board before slamming it, making a loud bang. Instantly the class silences and I look around, placing the duster down I step forward, voice low and monotones, "Alex, age 17, reading, music and drawing. Nice to meet you, dont like me, then go buzz off." Miss Chen glances at me in silent thanks and nods to the open seats, nodding I just walk to one right at the back.

As I sit down, Miss Chen sits at her desk and glances at me before grabbing her notebook and writing something down. My eye scans the class of wooden desks, grey walls and a black chalkboard, then I scan my classmates, many girls glancing at me, huddled in groups and giggling, fluttering their eyelashes, pathetic and disgusting. 'All they want is attention, well theyre not getting it from me.' The boys seem to be sizing me up, trying to figure out the new competition for the girls, 'like I want the attention, just turn around and start thinking with those small brains of yours.'

Having had my share of glares and lustful eyes, I turn my head to face the window, scaning the streets, I may have finally escaped, but...I know he's not dead. He can't die that easily...'maybe-' about to think of a conclusion or hypothesis to where he could be I suddenly sense a presence in front of me and look up to see a brunet, blue eyed and freckled hottie. Like those normal puppy love moments, she leans on her arms and bites her lip, "Finally got you to look at me hot stuff." Her voice practically purring those words to me, glad my buff is hiding my face of disgust though my right eye shows no emotion.

Her face inches closer to mine, chest squeezed by her arms to make her bust more obvious. She reaches out to tuck my fringe away, but I reach up, grabbing her wrist, "Whats wrong? Dont have to be shy around me, I can keep a secret." Glaring at her, it seems to cause her to get flustered, making her hand retreat to cup her chin, "Hmmm, so secretive, I like that." Having had enough, I face the window again only for my chin to be grabbed and turned, the girl having made me face her, "The names Veronica, I'm sure youll remember that for later." Winking at me and biting her lip again, I go to stand but a black headed, grey eyed, toned guy walks up, seeming normal at first until he does it...

...the broken wrist, lopsided grin and the voice, "Hey, the names Kingsley, but you can call me Ley, everyone does." Veronica, or my new name for her, Vermin, scoffs and lets go of my face, standing and flipping her hair over her shoulder, "Gross, I'm out of here. See you later Alex." Biting her lip with a wink, she walks off, back to her group of friends. With a soft sigh, I face Ley and nod in thanks, him chuckling in amusment and sitting in the seat in front of me, "Don't worry about miss prissy there, she goes for any male that looks hot, or for your agenda, mysterious." My eyebrow cocks up to show fake surprise and he laughs, "Anyways, welcome to the school. Just call for my assistance with them whenever, they dont like guys like me." With I nod, I lean forward slightly, Ley getting the message, he turns his head so I can talk into his ear, "As hot as she may be, not my type, as for guys like you, I think you'd definitely prefer the guys looking at you. Have any trouble, dont be too scared to run to me for a beat up on someone."

Ley chuckles and nods, "Sure thing Alex, see ya around." Standing, he walks off to his group of friends and I lean back into my seat, first day and already interesting

**time skip**

Its the end of the day, almost, the last period is a free so I left with permission to explore the school. So far I've seen the cafeteria, fields, bathrooms, other classes, computer room and science lab, but the door I'm coming across catches my interest, the music room. Finding the handle unlocked, I enter quietly and glance around. Violins, trumpets, a piano, guitars and many other instruments hidden in the quiet and almost dusty room. A slight breeze from the open window ruffles my fringe as I close the door behind me, giving a smell of hot and dry sand. Though smelling the room, it smells almost dusty, wooden and like an old 60s house, almost cozy. The only sound is my boots making light thwacks on the floor as I walk to the piano, fingers reaching out and touching the smooth surface, 'mother loved it when I played her a piece...'

Uncertain of my current skill, I hesitantly sit on the stool and trace the keys, all smooth and shiny. A glance around the room helps me think of a song I heard long ago, a memory, *a brunett woman sat at her piano, two kids at each side as her fingers glided over the keys. Her voice was smooth and almost angelic, the two kids listened with bright smiles on their faces. As the song finishes, the little girl asks, "Mommy, what song was that?," the mother smiled down at her two kids, "Its a song called Demons, I played it the night I met your father."*

Snapping out of my daze, I trace the keys again, remembering the tune she used before my fingers do their own thing, bringing music into the empty room. Voice reverberating in a hum to the song she sung, fingers pressing and moving in rhythm, a smooth pace and closed eyes. I could almost imagine their happy faces, smiles and laughs...before everything slowly went dark. Screaming of terror slowly started growing in a image before me, causing me to freeze. Fingers frozen over the keys, mind blank and breathing ragged, 'not again...'

Slowly and with a sigh, I look out the tiny window and place my hands in my lap, not noticing the curious doe eyes peeking in on me at the door.