Chapter 2

"Are you seriously still reading that book?" I turned to look at my mother standing in the doorway to my room.

"Mother its holiday so what's wrong with me reading?" She shook her head and walked over towards my bed, she placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Just don't stay up late." I nod my head and smile as I watch her walk out my room. Returning to the last page I stopped at I get sucked into the world I've grown attached to.

After endlessly weeping Helena finally gathers enough strength and walks out the bathroom. Making her way to her first class she can't help but feel the stares of the students on her, but when she turned to look over her shoulder everyone seemed to be minding there own business.

Getting to English class early Helena sat down in her seat, lucky her no one ever wanted to be even an inch close to her so the seat beside her was left unfilled. The teacher soon entered and the focus of the class was entirely on the old wrinkled skin teacher before them.

The words of the teacher drowned out as the soft ticklish sensation of a whisper in her ear caught her attention. Biting down on her bottom lip Helena tried to remain as calm as possible but when the voice came back she nearly jumped out her seat. It wasn't just any voice but it was Shadows.

The whisper reached her ears making her squirm in her seat at the situation.

I'll always be here. Helena didn't know if it was meant like 'I'll always be here if you need help' or if it was meant as something sinister but even though she was happy to have the company

"You back?" Helena questioned under her breath a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and it landed on the not so empty seat beside her, because now it was occupied by the black clothed figure she came to know.

For a moment Helena wondered if everyone else had seen it but her thoughts halted when she realised that nothing was ever what it seemed.

This could have been just one of the many occurrences due to her disease, but even so it brought a bit of light to her dark lit world.

I never really left. Shadows eyes landed on her and caused herbreath to hitch at its intensity, but just like before everything he ever said caused questions to arise and left her mostly tongue tied.

"How's it possible I don't understand-you aren't real." She shook her head and closed her eyes taking in much needed air for her lungs she let out an exaggerated sigh and opened her eyes yet again.

"There's nothing to understand, its simple." If it was that simple Helena would've known the answer to everything, maybe she knew the answer but didn't actually want to admit to herself that the problem lied with her.

Trying to push her thoughts to the back of her mind she scanned the passage of Shakespeare before her but her concentration could never be on one thing for long.

"Its no use you ignore me, I'll always be here." Came shadows voice distracting her from her endless thoughts.

"You don't exist.. this...you...nothing is real." Helena grew agitated. She could never truly understand her feelings. Was it even a feeling if you felt...nothing. Was it?

"Don't deny it Helena because I'm just as real as those voices you hear inside that pretty head of yours." She felt a slight breeze as a strand of her hair was gently twirled with and placed with care behind her ear.

Helena's breath hitched at the sensation of a hand touching her, and when she looked to Shadow to ask if what she felt was one of the many she experienced, her eyes landed on an empty desk besides her.

Once the bell rang sounding the end of English period and the beginning of lunch Helena packed up her things and left for her locker. Putting her books in the locker she made her way to the bleachers outside the school which overlooked the huge football field.

Sitting down Helena looked at the many students huddled in groups of their own. Helena's focus zoned out on the football field before her.

The thought of her family crossed her mind and that thought saddened her. Helena lost both her parents at a very tender age. Helena's mother died in a tragic robbery that happened at there house back in England. As for Helena's father he got sent to prison unjustly at the accusations of fraud at the bank he worked at. At just five Helena was in foster care and when the building got burnt down one night many of the children passed on.

Helena has seen more than what a child her age should. The orphanage moved to a small shitty town in America where Helena is currently residing. Her foster mother barely cared for her and the only clothing Helena has is say five sets which she wears on the regular. Her shoes has broken at the soles showing that it was the only pair she had. To be fair Helena didn't blame the people such as her parents for what she's gone through, no she blamed the foster care because she's been living a life that could be considered nothing but...well you get the image.

Helena was pulled out of her tragic memory lane at the the clearing of a throat. Looking up Helena's brown orbs locked with those of an icy blue. 

Tristan Lincolns.

"W-what are you doing here?" Helena trembled because not only was Helena considered weird but she was also socially awkward. Shocker!

"What are you? Deaf too?" Helena was left confused not knowing if she had done anything to be considered wrong. Tristan shoved Helena out of the way.

"You idiot!" His voice boomed. Helena couldn't get any words out. Holding up one of the football teams jackets Tristan examined it. "Now its all wrinkled."

If looks could surely kill, Helena would've been buried six feet under. Tristan's eyes snapped to Helena's, he began spewing words of offense and he had told her hurtful words that pained, but what Helena in the world couldn't understand was the sinister smile her through her before making his way to the guys locker rooms.

Was he really angry at her for a jacket that's of no value at all. Maybe it was the italic writing of the word 'captain' on it. Yes! That's surely the reason.

Helena made her way down the bleachers awkwardly avoiding the glances of the students who had witnessed the encounter.

Eyes wondering stopped at the petite girl making her way towards the entrance to school. What a mess she was...but a lovely mess at it.  

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