Rumours Chloe
In truth she hated it but there was nothing she could do and even her parents were starting to resent her for all this trouble that was being made over that one night.
Not that she could argue her case for they wouldn't believe her nor would they care anymore as it got to them.
After all she allowed her friend to enter their house- a teenage boy of all things and now he was dead.
Maybe it was because of everyone's words that had got to her parents and it was what encouraged them to slowly stop believing in her.
"Why you had to bring that boy here Chloe is beyond me! Now look his dead and you're being branded as a murderer!" Her mother screamed at her the day the media started to spew rumours and comments about what happened that night causing her parent's friends to stop talking and began distancing themselves from them.
This in turn made it very clear to them that even their friends wanted nothing to do with a suspected killer or her family.
"Rumours Chloe! They're spreading rumours about us as well, saying we were in on it and it's all your fault! Why did you have to be so stupid and let him in?!" Her mother's words still continued to sting leaving Chloe to fall in a state of depression.
To make it worse even Chloe's counselor who was suppose to not be biased was also trying to make her doubt herself.
Saying that what if she did do it and she had blacked it out?
He even went as far as to say that if she confessed what she did, it would then all be over and done so everyone could get on with their lives.
For she right now was being very selfish and unfair with the fact that she ruining people's lives with what she was doing- hiding the truth.
Which in turn shock the horrified girl who had started to slowly trust him, thinking that he was on her side only to realise that he was just like them leaving her with the only option which was to leave and never go back to see him again.
Sadly this didn't sit well with her parents who then started to get angry at her until she explained the reason for her sudden 'outburst'.
Her parents that day were shocked and horrified to see their own flesh and blood- their daughter crying without any means of stopping as she screamed at them that she didn't do it.
That she didn't know why his face got disfigured as soon as he leaned close enough to kiss her, she couldn't even explain to them why anything happened since she was also confused.
Plus who would believe her about the constant whispers that continued to plague her since she was a child.
At first she had assumed that it was because she had been lonely that time, that she had her own imaginary friends but now leaving her parents that time to think that it was cute that she had 'friends' to play with.
Only now the voices themselves terrified her for they never left her alone making her realise that they weren't imaginary, that they were not in her head but if they were then there must be something wrong with her.
Was she mentally unwell?
Did she have an illness that made her hear things?
She didn't think so.
But there was nothing she could do, no one would listen or believe her.
No one and it wasn't ever going to change.
The walk to college as usual uneventful minus the fact that she could see people moving away from here giving her more walk space, the hushed voices still at times still continued to enter her ears even though she wore the headphones much to her dismay.
But the young girl had made no move to comment besides it's not like the hushed voices were any better than what other people around her were saying about her.
However what troubled Chloe was that at times the voices occasionally spoke in a different language that she could not understand.
There had been one time when she did try to ask a language teacher about this language due to curiosity when she had been in high school, only instead of a positive response she had received a funny look from the teacher.
"You dare mock me with such gibberish?! The nerve of you Chloe and I expected better from you!" The teacher had exclaimed in anger before giving her detention and then immediately sent her to the head teacher's office.
Complaining about how Chloe was 'mocking' her and was making fun of the different languages.
This in turn earned her a disapproving look from her headteacher as he looked at her.
"I had expected better from you Miss Wilona" was the head teacher's response before she was made to apologise to the language teacher for the distress she caused.
To Chloe's dismay the language teacher refused to accept her apology and demanded that she received a severe punishment.
However to Chloe's relief the headteacher denied the language teacher's request and instead just gave Chloe detention and forced her to write a letter to the language teacher.
Saying that she was sorry and would promise to never upset or mock her again.
To which the troubled girl did without complaint even if she was scorned by said teacher and was made to endure the teacher's anger in class, however instead of complaining she had kept her nose down in her books until Harry had appeared out of the blue.
Immediately taking her out of her dismal mood by doing something that ended up making the girl smile, he listened and was there for her even if he didn't know about the voices.
Once Chloe approached her classroom door, she sighed heavily as her right hand gripped the doorknob a bit tightly before turning the object in her hand around in order to open the door.
What greeted Chloe were stares coming from four of her classmates before a few either went back to talking to the other most likely gossiping or they were looking back at their books with anxious eyes.
Not wanting to associate with her anymore than they already had to since they didn't want to be next on her list.
Just knowing this made her frown but made no comment as she went to her seat- at the back of the class but to the window.
Chloe once at her seat sat down and began to take out her notebook, she flipped through her notes before going to a few pages that were at the back of her book and took out a pencil.
Once she had the pencil and began to draw strange symbols that had curved or pointy edges, each one more unique and interested than the last.
As she made the symbols the girl then lifted a hand so it was supporting her chin and tilted her head slightly as her interest on the symbols grew.
"Look it's her again" said a female voice that was filled with disgust causing Chloe to stop what she was doing, however instead of looking up she kept her eyes down.
The female in question had curly brown hair that was free from being tied up and green eyes, her skin was slightly pale but not too pale.
She wore a designer light brown top, a few gold bracelets that jingled when she moved her arms, blue jean shorts and blue trainers.
"Look at her, she's drawing rubbish on her notebook again. Why does she bother drawing those things anyways? They're nothing!" asked another female who walked towards her own desk.
She had black hair and blue eyes, tanned skinned thanks to her trip to Spain, she wore a creamy white top that was almost see through, a black vest that had the straps seen by her shoulders since it was underneath the top, she also wore black leggings and black shoes.
Chloe as she listened to the comments just kept her eyes to her paper until it was forced off the desk and onto the floor before she could stop it from happening.
"Oh my bad, I didn't see it there. I guess my hand slipped" said another female causing Chloe to lean on the side of her desk and grab her notebook, sadly this only resulted in pain as she felt a shoe land on her hand the moment her fingers grabbed the notepad.
This in turn almost made Chloe wince and almost cried out from the pain knowing that she might have bruised her fingers.
"Oh sorry I didn't see your hand there" the other female said before walking to her desk.
This girl was a ginger haired girl with green eyes with blue specks in them, she had a revealing orange top and brown leggings while her black high heels clicked on the floor causing Chloe to almost cringe from the noise.