A smile for Dee (I'm currently removing it, read the new version)

Memoir: 3rd of June 2008

Memoir: 3rd of June 2008

My lips tremble as I reach down for my duffel bag. My tears flow down my bruised cheek as I watch the remains of the mess I’d just created. How could I?

Blood stains the fresh grass, oddly making it seem beautiful. The arousing aroma of fire destroys my lungs. The lighter glistens under the setting sun, pulling out a handkerchief I pick it up. I stumble as I walk away from the scene backwards before breaking into a run.

Not once turning back, I pump my arms faster as the sirens begin to sound in the distance. My hazel curls fall out of place as they blind me from the direction I run in. I come to a halt when I take notice of my reflection against the glass window beside me. My Ascham uniform alongside my collarbone is stained with dry blood. My body stenches of smoke, my hair a mess and my body stained with blood, dry tear stains covering my face.

I feel new tears surfacing as I begin to hyperventilate. Mum will freak out if I come home like this. I look down to my watch, my heart drops as I read the time. 7.46pm. I should have been home hours ago and Bianca, oh dear lord Bianca she would have been waiting for me.

I snap out of my thoughts as sirens blare past me. I press my back to the wall of the side of the store. I wait until the sirens die down before ripping open my duffel bag. I pull out my old track clothes, strip out of my uniform and slip on my track pants and a long sleeved shirt. I yank my hair into a bun but stop as a stabbing pain overwhelms me. The wound. I allow my fingers to run over my now bumpy skin on the base of my neck just under my hair line. The intricate pattern carved into my skin. Tears fall as I feel the sore skin. They’ve branded me as one of their own!

Releasing my bun I tie my hair into a low ponytail. With a pair of wipes I smudge of the blood stains from my arms and slip into a hoodie. Staring down at the pile of my demolished school uniform, my eyes linger on them before falling at the lighter peeking out of my skirts pocket. Grabbing my hankie once more I pull it out. I flick it a few times, a flame starting, I crouch down as I tilt the direction of the flame to the blood stained clothing.

I stand back as the clothes catch on fire, grab my bag and wrap the lighter with my handkerchief, stuffing it deep down my bag.

I slip out of the bend and jog a couple of blocks before slowing my pace. The hill leading to my house comes to view; I pull out a body spray and over spray myself with it to get rid of the burning stench. I steady my heart beat as I make the last of my way up.

“Hey!” my bag slips out of my grasp as I spin on my heel. Bianca marches up to me as she sends an evil scowl my way.

“Where have you been?” she demands. I stay still, shaken up by her tense voice.

“Cow! I’m talking to you! Where have you been? Do you know how worried I have been, I’ve waited for you for the past three hours. Where the hell were you last period?” she gives me a slight shove when I don’t answer.

“Hello. Can you not hear me? Are you like deaf?!” she screeches.

“Umm, I-I… I was with coach.” I stammer quickly. I instantly mentally slap myself knowing my lie won’t work.

“Why? You know you’re not allowed back on the junior team.”

“Umm, well I thought I’ll prove her wrong…” I suggest my voice trailing off. Bianca places both hands on her hips unconvinced.

“But you popped your knee, how could you possibly train?” she questions.

“Well I thought if I could run for a while I could get back on the track team, looks like I was wrong though.” I shrug my shoulders as I start to make my back up to my family’s estate.