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He sat on the bus with his music blaring in his ears, a few throbs of pain coming and going in his back. Sarah was chattering away with her friends, telling them about, well, he wasn’t sure. The only thing he was focusing on at the time was Three Days Grace and the middle line in the road. Feeling Sarah’s head on his shoulder, he paused his music, “You feeling all right Sar?” He asked softly his voice off.
“I’m feeling fine Demitry, I was wondering about you.”
“Just a little shaken, that’s all. Spasms of pain aren’t really my things in the morning.” He pressed his hand to hers softly, closing his eyes and resting his head on hers. “Don’t be too worried, I can handle it,” For now. He finished to himself, not wanting to worry Sarah.
“Uh-huh…” She nodded lightly, then shook her head, “You’re so odd Dem…” She said softly, but then was distracted by her friend getting on. She squeaked lightly, then laughed. “Apollo! Back here!” She called to the front and he came, sitting in the seat in front of the odd brother and sister pair. Apollo was relatively new to their school, having moved to Michigan about two or three weeks ago from some foreign country in Europe. He smiled lightly, the leaned over the seat, looking at Demitry, and he tilted his head back a bit. “What? Do you want me to see if there’s a brain up there?” He joked lightly, turning the volume down.
Apollo chuckled and shook his head, “Something is wrong.” He said with a rather thick Greek accent.
“Just a weird feeling. That’s all.”
“It is more than that Demitry…” He muttered, pronouncing his name with more of an ‘ee’ sound than most people did.
“Well you tell me how you feel after your back just about rips apart and no one sees the pain that you’re in.” He snapped, though it wasn’t very loud. Something about Apollo almost scared him. The way his emerald eyes shown under his light blond hair, watching what looked like everything that was going on. He shuddered lightly, looking out the window, his eyes widening.
They were at the school, sooner than he had thought, but they were there. “Come on Dem.” Sarah said in a singsong tone, nudging him as he shoved his iPod back into his pocket.
He walked almost regretfully to his locker, smiling with a few friends, trying to ignore Ashley’s laugh from down the hall. It wasn’t going to help though he sat next to her in biology. Grabbing his notepad and folder, he shuttered, closing his locker and snaking through the people to his room. There weren’t many people as tall as he, and most of the teachers were shorter than a few of the girls. He placed his belongings on the very back desk, trying to sort out his mind as he sat on the cemented stool.
“Uhm, Demitry?” A soft voice asked, trying to get his attention.
His heart sank as he looked up, trying hard not to just stare at Ashley, “What do you need help with?” he asked, little resentment in his voice.
“It depends, do you want to listen this time?”
He tensed a bit, “I’m not going to get together with you again. I’m not risking my heart being broken again because you decided to sleep with some other guy.” His voice was cold and harsh, feeling those same fingers grip around and constrict his heart.
Ashley rolled her eyes a bit then let out a soft sigh, “I’m not asking you to get with me again, I was hoping we could just be friends.” She shrugged her voice light, but Demitry’s gaze was away from her, talking to Apollo, whom sat behind him.
The teacher finally came in and all bodies an eyes were brought from where they were, to turned and looking at their papers as if they’d been doing that the whole time instead of talking. Demitry doodled on the sheet of paper that was meant to be used as a warm-up page, and after he finished the small daisy, he worked on the questions. He jumped when Mr. Alesdra’s hand slammed down next to him, and hesitantly, he looked up.
“Did I do something wrong?” He murmured his voice sarcastic.
“Stop drawing your pansies and get back to work, Valentine!” He hissed, then walked back towards the front of the room.
“I’m not drawing you, I’m drawing a daisy.” He replied, hearing what sounded like a growl from the teacher. He chuckled lightly and finished the problems, then pulled out his notebook, flipping through a few pictures, then finding a blank page. It was rare to find a blank page in one of Demitry’s notebooks, considering that drawing was what he loved and was rather well at.
He stared at the blank page for a while, then just let his hand move across the paper lightly, pencil in hand. After a short lecture from Mr. Alesdra, Demitry had a lightly drawn picture of what looked like an angel, holding a child enwrapped in blankets and scarves of silk like material. The woman looked almost like she was grieving, protecting the child that was in her arms.
Suddenly, he felt his heart start to race, and his head began to throb as he felt that familiar tearing in his back. He looked up for a second, and everything seemed distorted, and he could have sworn that when he looked behind him, he saw wings on Apollo’s back. The tearing finally got the best of him and he groaned, slipping off the stool, his sight going black before he felt the pain shooting through his body as his head hit the flooring.
 iPsychopath · Tue Sep 30, 2008 @ 02:42am · 1 Comments |
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