I Know You're There

At every single school, there's always an emo that gets bullied. The one at Tori's school is different. He still gets bullied, and he never speaks, and no one ever sees him outside of school. There are rumours. Many of them. The main one, his parents have abandoned him. Tori starts suspecting that he lives in the abandoned house next to hers. As she starts getting close to him, and unveiling the horrific truth, she realised his pure beauty. If only everyone else could too...


23. 'You just slipped up, big time.'

Skipping over to September, I got into a decent college, and got a scholarship to an amazing University. Academically, my life couldn't get any better. However, I was still immensely depressed about Reuben. My parents finally noticed, and made me an appointment  to see a psychiatrist. It was horrible. His name was Doctor Taylor. I had no idea what his first name was.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked me, the first time we met.

Personally, I thought the whole thing was a bit cliché, but I went with it. I may as well unload the abbreviated version of my issues on someone. His eyes were bright blue, almost like Reuben's. Of course, no one's eyes could be as perfect as his.

"Nothing," I answered.

That's the abbreviated version. I didn't want to tell him what my problem was, he could go find out for himself if he really cared. I sat with my legs crossed, my arms folded, and a scowl on my face. I huffed occasionally, and never sat still for too long.

"Then why are you here?" he frowned, looking through his small glasses.

"You tell me," I spat, and leant back. 

He tried to sigh discreetly, but I heard it. It was ridiculous, it really was. Neither of us wanted to be there, so why were we? Carefully, he propped his chin in his hands, held up on the desk by his elbows, and leant forward.

"Why won't you tell me?" he said with a deadly quietness.

I swallowed loudly, and started to sweat. He was scaring me with that creepy demeanour.

"Because it's not important," I whispered, avoiding his stare.

"Yes it is," he told me sternly.

"Why is it?" I challenged, meeting his stare with an icy glare of my own.

"Because you're upset about it," he leant back.

I gave him one final huff, and got up. That was the most stupid mistake he could have made. He thought I was upset about it. You get upset about losing your keys, not your literal Angel! 

"You just slipped up, big time," I hissed, and stormed away.

I slammed the door shut behind me, and I think it was on his foot. He yelped, but didn't follow me. I shrugged my coat on, shouldered my bag, and stepped out into the rain. I was supposed to sign out, but I couldn't see anyone at reception. Not that I would have signed out anyway. The rain pelted down on me, making my coat shine with the thick layer of water on it.

Squinting, I glanced along the road. There didn't seem to be any cars coming, so I stepped off of the pavement. The sky was quite dark, not from evening, but from the thick clouds. I was freezing cold, my hands were numb, and I could feel my tears blend in with the rain. A loud horn made me look up from my soaked shoes, and the slippery road.

A pair of headlights glared at me, yelling me to get out of the way. It felt like the rain was glue, and it had stuck my Converse to the road. My life flashed before my eyes, but someone grabbed me. I had no idea who. They shoved me with immense strength, and I came into contact with the floor. The gravel scraped at my skin through my clothes, and I hit my head on the pavement. The person was on top of me, but holding their weight so they didn't crush me. I felt a warm liquid trickle down the side of my face, and I knew I'd hit my head really hard. Slowly, they helped me to get up, the rain still throwing bullets at us. I groaned in agony, regretting that. 

The boy who helped me looked around my age. He had light blond hair, in a messy style. Well, it was either a messy style, or messy from the weather. His mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear him. All I could hear was a long, loud ringing. I swallowed the blood in my mouth, and my ears popped, allowing my hearing to come back.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking like that was the hundredth time he'd asked me. 

His voice was husky, like Reuben's. He had Reuben's eyes too. And everything else he had in common with Reuben. It was just the hair. I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles, getting rid of tears, rain and my blurry vision. I blinked a few times too, and when I opened my eyes, his hair was black.

It was Reuben.

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