The Girl With The Scars

•~Chapter Two~•

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Hunter’s p.o.v.
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I watched helplessly as Rosemallow stomped off. I wish I could explain to her that I treat her the way I do because she makes me feel weird. Today when I caught her by her wrist, I saw something flash across her face. It was pure pain, she had even bitten her lip. That drove me nuts. I’m not sure how but I had glanced a look at her wrist and saw blood smeared on it. Why would there be blood smeared on her wrist after she just went to the restroom? Almost on instinct I followed her. After about five minutes I realized she was walking really fast, she heard me behind her. I began to walk more quite and soon she slowed down too. I smiled a little as we walked down another street.

“‘I want to talk to you.’ Ugh, you are such a donkey Hunter!” Rosemallow screamed. Why did she call me a donkey? I shrugged it off and continued to walk behind her as she continued her way home. Soon enough she turned into a small, one story, house. I don’t know why but I waited outside as if she would come out to talk to me.

After about fifteen minutes of sitting on the sidewalk I got up to head home when I heard a scream. I looked at the house behind me, the house Rosemallow went into, and the house the scream came from.

~~~~~~Time Skip!!!! (Don’t hate me....I love you!!(translation: don’t kill me and stop screaming))~~~~~~

“Are you okay Hunter?” My little sister, Jasmine, asked. I had made it home twenty minutes ago and all I have done was sit on the couch and stare at the black television screen.

“Hunter? Is something the matter honey?” My mom now asked.

“I’m fine Ma.” I mumbled, finally looking away from the television.

“Jasmine, go to your room, I want to speak to Hunter alone.”

“Yes mommy.” Jasmine said in her six-year-old voice and ran up the stairs. My mother waited until we heard noise being made upstairs that indicated that Jasmine was playing with her toys.

“Tell me what is wrong Hunter. I’m your mother and I know something is up. You have been acting differently ever since your father passed away. What happened to that girl you liked four years back? The one you had always talked about to your father?”

“I don’t want to talk about it Ma.” I stated plainly. I didn’t want to tell my mother that I bullied the girl she’s talking about. I don’t even know why I bully her, maybe it’s because she’s the last person that my father knew? The only person I liked before my father died.

“Hunter.” My mother said sternly.

“I don’t know anymore!” I broke. “I wanted to tell her my feelings but she would never believe me because of the way I treat her! Today I followed her home, I don’t know why, I just did, and I heard a scream. I went to the door and knocked, I wanted to make sure she was okay because, even though I treat her poorly, I really like her. When the door opened it was her, she was standing in an oversized t-shirt and jeans and a tear-streaked face, like she had been crying. She just told me to leave and shut the door on my face! I stayed there for awhile hopping she would come back and explain everything, but she never did...”

“Well, all I can tell you is that maybe you can ask her at school tomorrow. And stop bullying the poor girl, she might go through a lot at home. Yes, I know you have been bullying her for quite some time.” My heart stopped at my mothers’ words.

“D-do you hate me?” I asked shakily, my mother hates bullies.

“No. It is actually quite understandable, and she will understand. She was the last connection you had with your father. You needed to lash out and she was there. It may not have been right, but we do stupid things when we are mad, sad, and in love.” My mother reasoned. My cheeks heated up.

“I am not in love Ma!” I screamed and stormed off to my room, I heard my mother chuckling.

I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling for probably an hour. Do I love Rosemallow? I really like her. I’ve liked her since seventh, we’re in twelfth, that’s about four years since it’s still the beginning of twelfth. I sigh and turn around in my bed deciding I should go to sleep. I had also decided that no matter how it will affect my reputation, I will ask Rosemallow what happened this afternoon.

~~~~~~The Next Morning ~~~~~~

I woke up and rushed through my morning routine and got dressed in record time. I glanced at the clock before I was going to step out of my room and saw it was only three fifty-seven. I sighed and sat on my bed, I was really in a rush to get to school. Laying back in my bed I daydreamed about Rosemallow. Too soon I had to leave, it felt like only ten minutes had passed when seven o’clock came around. I stood and stretched before biding my mom and sister goodbye and leaving the house.

“Frank Gavenster.” Mrs. Jaxmis called.

“Here!”

“Raven Jaxor.”

“Here! Ashley! Did you here about what happened to Rosalina?”

“Ben Laxanor.”

“Present.”

“Evan Nicholas.”

“Sup teach.”

“Hunter Xamars.”

“Not here.”

“What?” Mrs. Jaxmis looked up from her computer and eyed me threateningly.

“Haha! Good one Hunter!” Evan laughed, it wasn’t really funny.

“Lacie Yano.” Mrs. Jaxmis continued, rolling her eyes.

“Here.” Lacie, the second youngest one in the class, answered. She was a Junior in a Senior class.

“Rosemallow Zakarira.” Always the last name on the roster, I smiled and waited to here her small ‘here’. Nothing came. “Rosemallow?” The teacher called again and the whole class quieted. The teacher looked at the corner of the room where Rose sits, she is never absent. Soon the whole class looks over at the desk to find it empty.

“Where’s Marshmallow??” Evan asked from my left. I stared helplessly at the desk where Rosemallow always sits. Where is she? What happened yesterday? Is she okay?

“Maybe she’s late.” Kaylsie shrugged.

Rosemallow never made it to class that day, nor the next day. That’s when I started to worry, somewhat. When she didn’t make it to class the rest of the week, that’s when I really started worrying, badly. What could’ve happened?