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I looked around the place for the third time. We were sat at the centre circle table of a large libary. The bookcases were so high that there was one of those ladders that travelled along the cases on a metal bar. "Who do you live here with again?" I mumble.

"Just my guardian, Elion" Mellonie sighs looking up from her sketch pad tapping her pen on the pad. "You've asked that four times now"

"Sorry.... this place is just so large" I mumble.

"There is also the cook, Ross, and the maid, Larian" Mellonie says her eyes going into deep thought. She seemed more relaxed and even normal if it wasn't for her eyes that even though showed life still looked completely dead. I shake my head. I shouldn't even be here or in this situation. I shouldn't be in another girls house and alone with her in her almost empty house.

"Well, its still quite a big house for four people" I mumble beginning to write again. I see Mellonie shrug and begin to sketch again. I look up interested. "What are you sketching?"

"You" she says simply before holding up her pad to show a genuine outline of a boy leaned over a table papers skattered in front of him. I stare open mouthed then close it blushing.

"Thats flattering but-"

"No one will see it don't worry" Mellonie says returning to sketch. "Besides, I like sketching people" I frown with a tilt of my head and return to my work. I eventually finish and lean back with a stretch my shirt ridding up slightly. I notice Mellonie doesn't even sneek a glance. Its like she doesn't seem to care about my physically apperance that I have always tried to keep to my standard. Most girls would usually look if they got a chance to see the muscles of my chest.

"You almost done with that picture" I ask.

"I finished the first one a while ago" she says flipping back a page and turning it round to show it me. I stare shocked. She's captured every feature and emotion, even in the eyes.

"Wow" I whisper. She smiles slightly and I swear I almost see a blush as she pulls the pad back, turning to the next page. I watch her for a few moments. The movement of her hands is so gentle, so delicate and precise. I can hardly draw my eyes away from the tip of the pencil and it glides across the paper as it shades corners. I find the movement almost enchanting, completely beautiful.

I look away my breathing heavy. What am I doing? God, I feel sick. I'm with Fraya and I'm thinking about another girl. No, I'm thinking about the habits, the way this other girl moves. Also the fact I'm sitting so close to this girl, if I moved my leg slightly we'd be touching. I shiver and begin to pack my stuff away. Mellonie looks up with a frown. "Are you leaving?" She asks.

"Yeah, I should be getting home" I mumble stumbling out of the chair my eyes feeling drawn to my body. I tear them away looking at the ground. "I shouldn't be here. I-I shouldn't be alone with you"

"Why?" she asks standing up. "There's nothing wrong with two people sitting at a table together"

There is when I'm obviously attracted to you. I look up with painfilled and guilty eyes. She looks confused but her own eyes stay dead. How am I meant to tell how you feel when I can't see past those dead eyes.... I think slowly. I step back. "I have to go anyway" I say then almost race out of that room, down the hallway, down the stairs, through the grand hall, down another hallway then another set of stairs before out the door. Once out I lean against the door heavily, my breathing unsteady and my heart beating heavily.

I begin to stumble down the path pulling out my phone and dialling Fraya. "Fraya, hi, I was wondering if I could come over?" I say feeling so guilty and in pain.

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CrystalRose Life in today's soceity is hard. Especially for a 15 year old teenager. We're expected to grow up, study our GCSE's while also taking some, deal with social status and cope with our bodies natural changes. Not really fair when we also have hormones raging.
This is the story of a girl who just can't cope no longer, for reasons no one can comprehend

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