I didn't move for the rest of the day. I spent the passing hours slumped at the foot of the stairs, bawling my eyes out. The tears just wouldn't end, and I hated myself more for the decision every minute. More than once I felt a pull to the front door, something telling me to rush back and beg for forgiveness. If only it were that simple… "He wouldn't forgive me anyway. I'm a horrible person…" I mumbled, attempting to wipe my tears away for the twentieth time. The torrents subsided for a moment, and I took the chance to finally lift myself from the stairs, trudging into the bathroom. I fumbled for the handle on the shower wall, quickly turning it to the far right, before stepping into the freezing water. I didn't react like I usually would, and just stood still under the droplets. It took a few minutes to realize that I hadn't bothered to take off my clothes- but I found that I didn't care. Why should I? I singlehandedly ruined the best thing that ever happened to me; nothing mattered anymore. I stood in the frigid water for a few more minutes, before stepping out of the shower, ignoring the towels right next to me. All of the windows were fogged up, as well as the mirror hanging on the wall. I blinked in surprise: that was the coldest I've ever felt the water become- even my turning the temperature to the highest setting didn't have an effect. Opening the door, I walked to my room, pulling off the drenched clothes and tossing them on the floor, tugging my hair back haphazardly into a ponytail. I was extremely tired; I guess crying all day drains your energy. Collapsing onto my bed, I curled up into a ball, pulling my blankets around me and burying my head under the pillow. There wasn't a sound in the empty house; yet I still wanted to tune everything out somehow. Probably my conscience shouting at me, calling me a colorful array of names for what I did. "Idiot…" I muttered, drifting off to sleep. ~ "Idiot!" I internally cringed as W shouted across the table: one of these dreams again? Why would I have one today? It only made things more painful for me… "Stop it, W!" P hissed, crossing her arms. "You're not making it any better." "We can't have a meeting if he's moping around all day like a kicked puppy!" he growled, jabbing a finger at the empty chair at the end of the table. Ian's chair. P sighed, resting back in her seat, toying with a pen in her hand. Everyone at the table was in some sort of negative mood; even G, who wasn't eating as hastily as she usually would. "I wish I had somebody that upset over me." E whined, being shot with angry looks around the room. "Shut up, E!" they all said in unison. Their arguing was sharply interrupted when the only door in the room opened. Ian walked in slowly, slumping in his chair once he reached it. He looked exhausted. W glared over in his direction. "So? The meeting?" Ian didn't respond, propping his chin up on his hand, tapping a pen with his right hand. W looked ready to explode, opening his mouth to speak again- but he spoke before him. "Open your journals. What's the case there?" he said. Everyone exchanged looks, and P spoke quietly. "Persephone Sta"- "Onto the next case." he muttered. "But Ian, we're not done with this one"- "Onto the next case." he repeated stiffly. P's expression hardened, and she shut her journal. "There isn't another case. One hasn't appeared in days." she said, her voice full of… something I couldn't quite decipher. "Ian, I don't care about your feelings right now. I don't care if you're upset- you still have a job to do. We all do. And you shouldn't hold everything up because of what happened- you could've stopped it." Everyone looked at her, while Ian kept his gaze centered on the table. "You should've gone after her." she muttered. ~ I burst upright to meet the darkness of my room, breathing heavily. Why didn't Ian want to continue my case? Did he hate me that much…? Was this some kind of punishment? I didn't want to see that… I didn't want to dream ever again. Before I could hold it back, I started to cry, sobbing into a throw pillow on my bed. What seemed like hours passed, but as I blankly looked at my alarm clock, the red numbers displayed that it was only a few minutes of my bawling. It was six thirty in the morning- a Monday. I dreaded this: I didn't want to go to school when I knew he would be there… but I had to. Pulling myself out of bed, I slowly got ready: tossing on my uniform, brushing my hair back into a ponytail- I was tempted to leave it out, but the hairstyle was his suggestion… I didn't want to be reminded of it. Looking at myself in the mirror made me instantly change my mind, however: with my hair pulled back, the symbol on my neck- his symbol was much more visible than I wished. I tore the hair band from my hair in frustration, releasing my dark tresses to the small of my back. I tossed it on the ground as I hitched my bag higher on my shoulder, walking out of the house. Whatever… if he was so eager to recover, why couldn't I? I put on my best confident face as I arrived to school, but in the back of my head, I knew it was all a facade. I truly wanted to start crying again. Sighing, I sat down at my desk, running my temples. Everyone else regarded me as they usually would, but Jade instantly arched an eyebrow as she arrived in class, quickly taking her place next to me. "Persephone, what the hell happened to you?" Of course she would notice something- how couldn't she? Jade was my best friend, not some random person in school. "Nothing… I'm just tired." I muttered. "You look ready to collapse. You sure?" she asked, a flash of worry registering in her expression. I simply nodded in response, ending the conversation. As soon as Ms. Dan started talking, I rested my head on my desk, thankful for some sort of escape. She wasn't the sort of teacher to call on somebody if they looked out of it. The day went by slowly, with me keeping my head on the cold metal desks, tuning out every word my various teachers said. Nobody asked if I was okay; they all seemed afraid that I would lash out at them or something similar. The bell was my savior, jolting me from my half-awake trance in class, signaling that I continue to lunch. I had math next. The very thought of stepping foot into Ian's classroom instantly tied my stomach in knots: eating lunch was out of the question. Instead I drew over my notebook in permanent marker, focusing on intricate designs and details, trying not to come to terms with the fact that I would have to leave the cafeteria eventually. Jade offered me her lunch from time to time, but I refused, only sipping from a water bottle occasionally, keeping my eye on the clock. Five minutes left. "Persephone… are you sure nothing's going on?" "Positive." I said simply, faking a yawn. "This is about a boy, isn't it?" she asked after a moment. I froze, feeling my grip tighten around the bottle, the plastic crinkling noisily. I couldn't tell her, as useful as a friend to confide in would be. Besides the fact that my ex boyfriend was a supernatural being- he was also my teacher. I couldn't get him in trouble. "Not at all. I've been single, Jade." I responded, looking away as the bell shrilled. "I have to go." I quickly left the lunch room, feeling my heart pound in my ears. I wanted to turn back and avoid that class for the rest of the year, but I kept on, finally arriving at the door. Funny how I used to love coming into this classroom… now I dreaded it. ----------------------------------------------------- Why… Oh god I hated writing this chapter too.
I can't believe I just read this for two hours straight...... But anyways, the story is so original and relatable(not that I can relate with dating lust and becoming a sin). I just love it so much it's funny, romantic (I almost cried with that last update), supernatural, an sorta kinda a pedo story. Continue to write like this. I beg of you