Gin sat at his usual seat at the back bench, pushing the thoughts of the little girl out of his mind.
“She’s a lot younger then I am. She’s probably not in my standard. I won’t meet her again, so she does not matter, nobody matters.” Gin thought as stared at the wall. “Everything is superseded, nothing is finite. Life is overrated. I’ll .....” His thoughts were disturbed by a familiar little voice.
“I’m so sorry!” Marigold cried to the teacher. “I came so very late, because I had jet lag and slept in!” She lied. Gin suppressed his surprise. “It’s ok. She doesn’t matter. She’s just another one of them,” he tried to convince himself. He wanted to throw her out of his mind.
He didn’t bother listening to the teacher’s reply. He didn’t listen to anyone. He simply let his mind get lost in the darkness of his thoughts, staring blankly at the yellow wall.
The class gave a sudden gasp, including the teacher in charge. Gin didn’t bother to turn to see why. He didn’t care, but he was about to find out either way. He heard the chair beside him, slide back. His heart began beating fast.
“Hi, Ginny,” A familiar voice cried out. He turned his head to face the little girl. He glared at her from under his black hood. His eyes were cold as steal. He snarled at the creature next to him.
“Ok, I’m sorry,” Marigold pouted, “I just thought Ginny sounded cuter than Gin, that’s all. If you don’t like it, you could say that you know!” She looked slightly offended as she stared straight back at him.
“Stay away from me.” He sneered as he looked away.
“Ooh!” She answered, “You look so grumpy; you know what, you should turn that frown upside down!
“Bad things happen if you come near me.”
“I don’t believe in stupid old superstitions.”She smiled at him, her sweet, mesmerizing smile.
“I will make bad things happen to you, I promise you that.” He hissed back. “That is not a superstition.” He tried to scare her away.
She put her little hand over his forehead. He looked confusedly at her, and cocked his head to one side unsure of the little girl’s intention.
“I’m just checking if you have a fever, since you seem to think that you will make me fall sick.”
“What the....When the hell did I say that!?”
“Right now dummy! You said you make bad things happen. I’m guessing you have a bad fever that would be given to me if I’m not careful, so I’m just checking. But you dont, so you shouldn't worry.”
"I will hurt you, you stupid little..."
"No you won't." she cut him off. "Youre a nice person, I know you are, so I know you won't hurt me.
Marigold had begun to shake the barrier Gin had created around himself. It scared him, he was scared of befriending this creature, of having this girl break though the darkness he had created, allowing the light to flood in, but ironically enough; it also happened to be the thing he most desired. He could not scare her away, and this scared him greatly.
He wanted to run away, to get out of this school, get away from this building and scream. He wanted to cry to someone, he wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be alright, he wanted someone to help him, to love him, to hold him, to understand him, but above everything else; he wanted to be forgiven, and wanted to be able to forgive himself. He may have been frightened of it, but he wanted someone to release him from the prison he had locked himself in.
“GET AWAY FROM ME! DAMN YOU!” He yelled in desperation, as he jumped back of his seat, slapping her hand of his head. He was shaking. He needed to get away.
He ran out of the classroom, the teacher powerless to stop him. He continued to run once out of the classroom, his thoughts becoming increasingly disturbing. He thought of death.
He pulled the little paper knife from his back pocket, and held it close to his chest as he ran towards the fire exit. The hall was empty. There was no one to stop him.
“Help me! Save me!”He thought as he slit his arm and allowed the crimson liquid to drip down his elbow. He crumpled to his knees on the floor and held his arm, fearing the burning scar and the questions it would cause. He pulled down his sleeve and squeezed the wound, before he burst into a flood of tears. He had no one to fear. No one would see him. He was all alone. He always cried alone.
“Don’t cry, everything will be alright; I promise.” A little voice whispered. The girl wrapped her warm small arms around his neck, and held him tightly, as she cooed comforting words in his ear.
He was yelling, but he couldnt hear his own voice. The world had become numb around him. His lips formed words and the tears would not stop. He could no longer rationally think. The emotions had exploded, taking up every inch of his brain at that moment.
His barrier had finally been broken; shattered into a million shards, it never had any strength in the first place, like a cage made of thorns - easy to break into, but difficult to approach. Whats more - his entirety was now in the hands of a strange, innocent little thirteen year old girl.