Time Capsule

Chapter 9

Time Capsule

Chapter 9

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Two weeks dragged by way too slowly.

I could feel myself slowly sinking into a depressed state. Everyday was like a suspenseful waiting game. That's what my life had become in such a short time. I'd wake up, walk into school, and had to wait and see what would happen.

Every day, Niall would walk around with girls on his arm and I would hear the stories spread by the girls about the 'rough and wild' nights they had. It made me sick to my stomach to see Niall like this. Womanizing girls as his toys was not him, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore. He was too far gone. Even though he had all the girls at his feet, he still had to make it a thing to put me in the front line of his games.

When anyone else would call me names and touch me, I learned to ignore it. But it was so hard to move past it when Niall did something. I tried to remove the best friend card, and look at him as just another one of the school jerks. But I just couldn't. I froze at his touch and my heart hurt with his words and actions. It was different with him everyday. I never knew what to expect.

Some days he would approach me at lunch and would just say awful things to me, while Melanie would yell at him to leave, which he only laughed at. She'd grown to hate him, but I still couldn't bring myself to.

Other days, he somehow managed to corner me somewhere, and touched me in ways he shouldn't. The scariest and hardest days were when he completely ignored me. It was those days that I could see his mind working. Sometimes it felt like he was formulating a sick plan, and sometimes he'd confuse me by just sitting there full of anger and sadness.

Melanie thinks I should stand up for myself and tell him who I am. She says I look different from when I was younger and he doesn't really know my name at this point. He just knows me by what everyone calls me. Annabitch Skankhill.

She also suggested showing him my locket, which I kept hidden.

Believe me, I've tried to tell him, but every time I looked into those once loving eyes, I become afraid. The rage and darkness in them frightened me. My body freezes and my throat chokes up and I can't say or do anything but take it.

I'm afraid of him as a person now, but I'm also afraid of what would happen if I did tell him.

Would he remember, but not care because of the awful person he's become? Would he just not remember and think I'm crazy for thinking he was my best friend? The outcome that scares me the most is that he does know who I am, but hasn't made that aware and is torturing me for some reason I can't seem to find.

I'm growing beyond afraid not only for myself, but of Niall doing something awful that he'll regret.

I sadly still have the pointless hope of him finding his heart again.

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Mel and I were sat at a table in the corner of the library. It was free period and we were silently doing home work. Neither of us really knew what to say. She knew I was starting to get more depressed with each passing day. She also knew from experience that when this happens, I need a few weeks to just sort through the crazy things that swirl in my head before they started to lift me back into my normal place.

The silence at the table broke as the chair next to me squeaked loudly. A muscular arm draped over my shoulder, directly on a fresh belt lash, causing me to cower down slightly from the sting. I peeked over to see denim in my eye line of someones jacket. "Hey, my Annabitch."