Joan woke up with the sound of the alarm echoing in her nearly empty room. As she climbed out of the covers stapled to the old mattress, she thought only one thought: "Today's the day."
This thought was repeated over and over in her head. As she brushed her teeth, she thought of it. As she combed her long, wavy brown hair, she thought of it. As she placed the sole item in her room - the mattress - near the dumpster, she thought of it. As she walked outside to get on the bus, she thought of it.
There was a single instance when she ceased to repeat that thought in her mind. That single instance was the pulling at her earphones. She turned around to see the owner of the chubby hand, only to find him laughing with his friends about his silly little trick. She grabbed the hand by the wrist with her double-jointed fingers and twisted it backwards, causing the boy to yelp in pain. She glared at the boys with him with piercing purple eyes, daring them to respond to her action. No one did.
Her train of thought continued peacefully, while an Arctic Monkeys song repeated over and over. She closed her eyes and smiled calmly.
"Just seven hours my dear," she whispered to herself, "and then all of this will go away."
The bus came to a sudden halt, pushing her body forward, hitting the seat in front of her. Anger filled her instantaneously, but she breathed slowly, putting a halt to the rush of external thoughts that clouded her serenity and focus.
The first four periods went on for what seemed like centuries, and the lunch period seemed to be the darkest of hells, as Mrs. Trac forced her to go to the cafeteria instead of the bleachers. All around her, the voices of stressed, hyper and angsty teenagers flooded her thoughts, blocking her focus on the main issue.
Finally, it was an art lesson. She knew sweet Mr. Harrison would let her stay for the lesson following the art, and if he was in a good mood, maybe even two lessons. She took her sketch book to the corner near the window and sketched with vigorousity, almost ripping the page with her deep lines. Mr. Harrison looked over worriedly, but he kept her to her thoughts, which was a good thing, for if he was to see what she was drawing, the whole plan would have been spoiled.
Finally, the last lesson came. Mr. Harrison did indeed let her stay for two extra lessons, which was what she needed to clear her mind for what was to come. Unlike other times, she took the sketch book with her, insisting it was because of her strong desire to finish it over the weekend.
In biology, the teacher droned on and on about neurons and dendrites, many topics they've covered before. As the some of the students around her dozed off, Joan took out the sketchbook and started sketching once more. However, her detachment from the lecture caused Ms. Green to snatch the book out of her hand, ripping the page into two, due to Joan's thick, forced lines.
"You can have this back at the end of the lesson," the slim witch bellowed loudly, waking up all of those who fell asleep, "for now, I recommend you take out your biology notebook, and take notes, not draw scribbles."
Her cheeks turned red, but not because of embarrassment, because of fury. In fact, her entire face became a red color. Her blood was boiling and her heart was beating fast.
"What if she opens it?" She pondered internally with understandable panic, "What if she already saw it?"
She clenched her fists, drawing slight amounts of blood from her palms and slowed her breathing once more.
"It's going to be fine. She didn't open it," she mumbled to herself, desperately trying to restore her initial feeling of calm, "and she won't."
She looked at her watch and sighed with relief.
Fifteen minutes.
The bell rang, and it was as if her heart beat increased with every ring. She hastily packed her things, and walked to Ms. Green, to retrieve her note book.
"I understand you're not interested in my class Joan, but must you always take out this forsaken notebook and scribble like a mad man," she sighed with exhaustion, "or in this case a mad lady."
"I apologize Ms. Green, I promise, it won't happen again."
As she took the sketch book, she knew it wouldn't, because tomorrow, she wouldn't be here. She would be over there; over there where she really belongs.
She ran up the stairs, until she reached the roof. Panting heavily, she pushed the door open and glanced outside. She laid her backpack in one of the corners and took out her sketch book. As she stood on the ledge, she breathed once more. She could hear the gasps of the students below, she even saw a couple taking out their phones, planning to document a suicide at their school. Little did they know, they'd be documenting so much more.
She could hear faint voices. This was her only chance. With no hesitation, she leaped off the roof, perfectly diving into thin air. Many of the onlookers looked away as she came closer to the floor. Expecting to hear a splat, some closed their ears, but no sound came. A black void appeared out of no where and swallowed her up. She had simply disappeared, for Joan was no where to be found.
She had vanished, once and for all, into the land of the Huge Eye.
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Hey! Sorry this was later than I promised, was preoccupied with many other things. I really hope you like it and remember to check out throughmyseriouseyes.weebly.com next week to read the first chapter. Super excited to see how Jad will respond to this, and also excited to see what you think, so leave a comment.
-Yara :)
