Mural

The greedy tyrant vibes I'm getting from this war are completely unmatched, with no apparent cause as to why we're going to this war. Somehow, we're the first to get attacked when we're the ones starting the war. There are too many things that make no sense. I was stuck in my thoughts walking down the crowded hallways that were always just wide enough for the amount of people in the hallways at the same time to not cause chaos.

I walked three hallways, turning corners and other things. I still had fifteen minutes to get to class I could visit the mural. But I'd have to be fast. Picking up the pace from a slow walk to a brisk jog, while dodging people holding my books. Nobody was coming from that way, so once I turned the corner to the hall that had the mural in it... As I thought empty.

Or maybe I just assumed it was empty. I could see someone sitting there. She had a twist on the school uniform that was usually fashionably limiting. She was rocking it. A black wavy short-skirt she had the jacket that was mandatory for all students unbuttoned with a blue tie under it.

With a light tint of tan on her, which was clearly showing because of her choice of clothing. As I got closer, I notice it was Love. I was confused. Most people hated being here. Quite a chunk of people here have PTSD from it. Still, it took a while for the gloomy, serious, dark, depressed aura to lift from this school, and it still isn't the same.

Everyone kind of... I guess jumpy? Scared, all the time. I looked at the painting. It was beautiful, yet so sad. Disgusting even. But I'm glad they're hopefully in a better place now. But hell, I don't know what happens after death. If I did, I don't know.

She was looking up at it with tears caressing her face gently, shaking with her hands open. I look at it as a way to remind myself not to get cocky. I couldn't save everyone. There were poor souls who I didn't and couldn't get to in time. And I shoulder that burden on my own. It still bothers me to this day.

If I had been as strong as I am now. If I had just been maybe a little stronger, would that have saved another family from crying that night? For many nights ahead? Maybe, no, not just maybe, most definitely. I sat on the bench next to Love and clasped her hand. Love looked over to me confused, "I understand, and it's okay." I gave hear a long heartfelt hug, then pulling away quickly she spoke to me.

"I'm sorry. I must've gotten my tears all over your uniform." "Eh, it's fine." I responded. Love wiped her eyes. She looked away from me, regaining her gentle composure. "How can you even fathom coming here without crying?" Love asked confused, I shrugged. Never thought about it.

She took her to leave, walking around the corner of the hallway. I slid into the middle of the bench and looked up at it. This hallway was where I thought I was going to lose everything. Sapphire was practically dead, and we were losing. I even thought I was going to lose my life, well I'm still alive.

I'm fifteen and they're all still twelve. That thought really felt like a hole got punched in my stomach. I looked at my arm where the scar was before grandma Olivia completely healed me. It had looked like the blade of a sword with messy thorns in it. All across my forearm.

My reminders to never get too cocky or prideful because there will be a time I again when I can't get there fast enough. Where I can't save someone where I'm just incompetent and when that time comes... When it comes if it's because I got complacent to being prideful in my self.

I have officially failed. I got up, picking up my books and left, taking one last glimpse at the beautiful yet disturbing mural. I lightly jogged to my next class in a hurry, dodging people often.

Still going to keep living and all that stuff despite whatever gets thrown at me!

Leona...

I need to get used to talking again. I haven't spoken consistently in years. I've kept a lot of things to myself in these past years. I haven't even adjusted to thinking things out loud, which is just called talking, but I'm getting in my vibe. And I'm 70% sure someone calling my name right now and I'm ignoring them but not on purpose. Well, on purpose now but.

"What!" I snapped back. At the teacher too, ugh now I'm wishing I couldn't speak again. "I'm going to act like you can't control your voice since you just got it back and ignore your tone." He chided at me. "So, what question are you asking?" I asked him, confused. "Nevermind just pay attention."

He continued to give a boring lecture and assign homework as he went on, and the more he lectured, the more assignments he assigned. "Does he even want us to sleep tonight?" Oops, I said that out loud. He turned and threw me an extremely sharp glare. "Since Ms. Raiton wants to make a comment, then all of you get four more assignments that have to be finished in the next two days."

I wanted to throw something about now. But that would get me in trouble, and I don't want to deal with that. Now I bet the entire class hates me and at least one dumb kid is going to try to beat me up with his buddies.

Such an annoying occurrence. Teachers going and instigating fights between students like it's all just a game. What a stupid action. If I were any normal run-of-the-mill average student then I could get seriously injured if any of these rich kids get the idea in their head that they could get a bad grade because of me.