ANNA'S POV
He is throwing me out of the room. What is wrong with him? He should be grateful it was me who touched his body. So, You won't obey me, right? Okay then. I will have to curve my finger. He is so busy kicking me out of the door, he doesn't realize that I took out his cellphone.
Good Luck with finding your phone.
He succeeds in kicking me out. But what's up with slamming the door on me? I am not liking your attitude, Ace.
***
I have my car parked adjacent to the streambank. I am standing, folding my arms. I am playing with my nail while I am waiting for him to arrive. It'll be fun to watch him beg for the phone. He finally reaches. The phone must have been significant for him. He rushes up to the streambank. His eyes meet mine. He takes time to breathe. He inhales and exhales. Do it. Inhale and Exhale as much as you want. I won't let you go until you agree to co-operate with me. I will be your worst nightmare until then. "Looking for this?" I ask sarcastically, hoisting his cellphone. The red heels turn my mood on. It's because it is bright. It is brightening my day. I walk towards him in my illuminating red heels. I tootle towards him at ease.
"I knew it." He glowers at me.
"Tired?" I ask him as I put on a deadly smirk.
"Why can't you leave me alone? Let me live." He yells.
The smirk, it vanishes. Was I too much for him to say that? It reminds me of my past. My terrible past. The way I shouted those words every single day. At least, Ace has me hearing him. But me? Nobody heard me.
"Only if you co-operate with me," I demand. I can feel a huge lump in my throat. I still convince myself by being brutal again. Only if I become stony-hearted one more time, I'll get what I want. Only if I possess a little bit of cruelness and be cold-hearted, I can procure my thirst and desire. This is how I've been living until this very day. I've already become a witch. I've already shown my bitchy traits. There's no turning back. My action has no meaning and explanation. I am insane. I have no clue when will I lose my mind. Let alone be nice to others.
"Why would I do that? I will call myself insane if I do." He shouts at me.
"I guess you don't want your cellphone back."
"Fine. Take it under one condition. Never show up in front of me again and do not bother me." He explains rudely but in a relaxed way.
I feel a lot of hard feelings towards him. I want to rip off his head on the spot. Why someone would want to act so cool? Why this dumb-head gotta be so discourteous and stubborn?
He storms back to the field. I am left alone lifting the cellphone.
"This guy really ***...." I keep swearing on and on. I am about to lose my cool and smash his phone into the ground. But I put an end to my behavior in an instant.
"Oh wait, Anna! You still have a chance. Pull yourself together." I swift large amount of wisp of my hair to the other side of my head in order to soothe my vexation.
I get inside my car. I take a deep breath and calm myself down. I quickly start my car and drive it away in a hurry because I want to spend NO time here.
***
Only silence is with us as if it's the end.
"I am very upset and sad to hear and disclose about the sudden disappearance of Bethany Avery." The principal announces in the sight of the whole school.
The class starts making noise. Everyone is astonished and unsettled. I can catch everyone gossiping about her. Before the incident, she was just a nobody to everyone. She was a classical nerd in texas high. And yes, she is the girl I pushed a few weeks ago in the locker area. I feel kind of guilty. I want to keep feeling it. It will fade out soon. In a blink of an eye. But this incident is similar to hers. She disappeared just like this years ago and never came back. Despite the possibility that they say she passed away and them stating they dug her grave and buried her body in that place, my instinct still says she didn't die but vanished.
After the announcement, All the seniors step inside the class while I get summoned to the principal's office. I knock the door thrice before entering.
"Oh, it's anna. Get inside." He asks me to move inside. I take a seat and our conversation begins.
"You haven't caused trouble these days." He states. Wtf? Trouble? Cause? Me? How dare this old man? I have been always keeping myself out of trouble. I never participated in any activities. Nobody wants to get paired up with me anyway. Not going to complain about it. Solo projects? I never did that. And this boomer makes it look I am a toddler causing troubles. I glare at him without speaking a word.
He chuckles looking at my expression. To be honest, He is scared of me to the point he gathers up the courage for about at least a thousand times before he calls me to his office. C'mon he is too obvious. An unnecessary silence takes place for a moment. I glimpse at his leg and it is trembling. He is too anxious to have a conversation with me.
"So?" I ask to make him speak.
"So? Oh haha...Uh according to others." he finally speaks. "From what I've heard." He adds.
He is smiling. His smile is too fake. I guess It is made in china.
"I heard you were a little violent to Bethany just a few weeks ago." He gets too tense and starts banging the desk at a very low pace without making a sound.
" Kinda. What about it?"
"Umm...By any chance--."
Wait a minute. Is he being skeptical about me? I am so mad at him to the extent I bothered myself to shout at him and interrupt his speaking.
"You are suspecting me?" I stand up from my seat at the speed of light and lash out.
"No, It's not like that. Take a seat. Take a seat." He tries to calm me down by patting my back and making me sit back to my chair. I have my seat and make things clear without having to yell at the top of my voice. "Yes, I admit that I pushed her violently but that doesn't mean the school has permission to put the blame on me for her disappearance. It's her fault if she is kid-like."
"We are extremely sorry!" The principal bows and asks for forgiveness politely.
"What are you sorry for?" She is that annoying pig again. What's her problem? She dislikes me. Trust me she dislikes me to this range she'll do anything or even murder someone to prove me wrong.
"What's up with that bowing?" She folds her arm and lifts her eyebrows. She gives me a disgusted look.
"Anna? What is this? I am pretty sure that I made it clear for you to respect others. Why do you look offended? Is this all your doing?"
"What do you mean?" I instantly ask her narrowing my eyes.
"Shut up." She responds back as the lightning. "Why don't you kill yourself? Trust me if you die, the bisection of the world's issue will be cleared up. You are a burden, I wonder how your parents even tolerated you. Even god is so done with you. Why didn't your mom choke you the moment you were born? Such a bitch. You are a monster. How will you be responsible if something happens to that girl? Get a life instead of bothering weak and innocent people."
She knows how to strike right in my heart. I am forced to contend with low-spirit. There's a strong misery in my heart. So painful and aching. I feel my eyes filling with waters. One blink and It will stream down. This is not how I am supposed to be. I am professed to be what?
"Wait, Were you the one to kill your parents too?" She smirks.
I look at her with my almost crying eyes. Not my parents but if she keeps on making me fragile, she'll meet her end.
"Ma'am--" The principal tries to stop her from talking sh*t. She lifts her hand demanding him to not interrupt. He steps back.
"We never know Mr.Cohen, With that so-called terrifying temper of hers, she can kill anybody without hesitating for once." She faces me while she explains it to the principal.
"I have other things to do than to console a dog's tail." She sighs and grabs some files from the office before she completely leaves.
I try to get up from my seat but fall miserably. An extreme frail spreads over my body. The sadness drained through me. It transmitted through every cell in my body. Pouring tears cleansed my cheeks. My despair and the state of being brittle is the home of hollowness. It is holding onto the foam of tears. Or sometimes it holds the broken glass waiting to tumble down. I try to hide my sorrow.
I am one of those people whom anyone can read easily. They say I am empty. No, it's not true. I chose to hide my feelings and emotion from the world. I chose to move on from my past. It feels as if I tried to write my joyful story on the top of the painful memories. But the ink of the joyful story keeps fading away no matter how many times I try to rewrite it. All that is left with me are those painful memories.
I finally manage to walk out of the office. I am trembling and walking downcasted. I bump into ace just when I walk out. He looks at me like he is pitying me.
"Uh--." He wants to comfort me but doesn't know how to.
"Ace." I address him for the first time using his name. He looks at me with startled eyes. He is truly innocent. I feel at fault for all the things I had done to him. Throwing a sharp glass at him, Almost choking him to death and carrying away his memories. I am actually a monster. She is right. All the painful words she spitted out at me were fair. I deserve this. I deserve to get hurt. I should be the one to carry hurtful remembrance.
"Don't be so good to others."