POV
AURA
I am a twisted fate; my destiny is doom. I run errands for demons, plotting schemes to uncover where ghosts hide. Like the vampire who roams endlessly beneath the cursed moon, I seek the night, desperate to find where the darkness dances.
I prefer dinner under a quiet, cruel sky as the moon shining like a witness to sins unspoken. Perhaps the graves will host me again tonight.
I blinked twice, and I was already in school a cruel reminder of how emotional switch-offs can erase reality. Sometimes, I forget I exist among humans. I walked through the gate, into the chaos of this world. My face was carved in stone, unreadable, and serious. People stared, mouths shut afraid, or perhaps confused.
I found my classroom. A hive of noise and immature chaos. Pathetic children, their voices scraping against the walls like dull blades. Laughing at the weaker ones while bullies feeding on silence. Poor souls who smiled through their torture, swallowing pain like sugar.
The moment I entered, silence slithered across the room, cloaking every student. They looked at me. I looked back as eyes are like voids then walked to my seat without a word. Moments later, the noise returned, foolish and loud.
I took out my diary, my grim sanctuary and began to write my dark novel, birthing monsters from words, bleeding shadows onto the page. I forgot the classroom. The desk vanished. The students dissolved. Only darkness remained, wrapping itself around me like a whispering shroud.
The Scorpion and the vampire icons from cursed screens stood in that blackness, alive in my mind.
Reality cracked open when I heard the teacher's voice brittle and worn, like wind rattling a dying tree. She chose this job not to live, but to die slowly in it. Earning crumbs to feed a hungry family. Buying a car as a reward for her sacrifice. Monthly dresses to remind herself she still exists. The rituals of life , meaningless patterns the world forces us to dance.
I looked at her with a stare that could freeze flame, then turned to the student beside her, clueless, blank, just another pawn in the farce of existence.
"Hello class, this is Alexandra, the new student. Please welcome him," the teacher said.
"Mr. Alexandra, choose any free seat so we can begin the lesson."
He dragged himself in with a perfectly neat uniform, walking like the hallway was a stage built just for him. I watched every girl's mouth practically water, even some of the boys, their eyes glowing too long. Clearly, not all crushes respect the rules of gender.
He looked at the empty seat beside me… and sat down.
Gasps rippled through the class, even the teacher froze.
Who dares sit next to the angel of death? The little scorpion?
I gave him a death stare. He smiled not cocky, but calm, curious. Everyone waited, anticipating some reaction, some storm. But I said nothing. I sat, still and cold, not bothered that he'd invaded the only space I'd claimed as mine, my little dungeon.
He looked at me again, lips curling like they carried secrets, and softly said, "Hi."
"'Hi' is for those without stories to tell," I replied. "Silence speaks louder when the heart's heavy. Sometimes, words are just noise."
He blinked, taken aback, then looked toward the teacher, sensing the weight in my eyes. The class moved on. I returned to my notebook , to my words. Only my dark writing could calm the soul that refuses light, that thrives in shadow.
Moments later, I heard his whisper.
"Hey… you do look kinda creepy, but I really want to talk to you. You're… unusual."
I looked at him, blank and uninterested.
"I mean not creepy, not in a bad way. Just… different. Like, um… never mind. Sorry."
Before I could reply, a girl with bright-colored braids leaned in from behind Alexandra.
"Hi Alexandra, I'm Sasha," she said with a wide grin, her skin flushing pink like a candle melting under his gaze.
She chatted away, brushing her hair behind her ear, laughing, even touching her breast to catch his attention , a performance.
This world is a circus. I'd rather chew grass than fall for someone, worse yet, sleep with one. If love's the price, may volcanoes rain down first.
Break time came, and while others escaped to their "fun," I stayed back, writing more of my book. Then a message popped in. I had to take my cousin to the bus station.
As I slipped my bag over my shoulder and headed for the gate, the guard stepped in my path.
"Hey, young girl. Where do you think you're going?"
"To dig up some graves," I said without flinching.
He laughed until he saw my face.
"You… Go back to class. You only leave when it's home time!"
I stared at him. "Your head is too big for your neck. It wouldn't take much for a dagger to fix that."
I pulled a small blade from my sock. His smirk vanished. He stepped aside, stunned and speechless.
I walked out, smiling , the kind of smile that feels like a loaded weapon. A smile belonging to a girl ready to carve her way through anything.