Dad drove me to school, I sat in the car in silence, he tried to start conversation more than once but I put my earphones in. He soon got the message that I didn’t want to talk. I got out of the car muttering a bye.
I pulled my hood up before walking through the school gates. Maybe no one would really recognize me with my hood up. I made sure I couldn’t hear the whispers, I turned my music up. There were still faint bruises on my face, they were yellowing now. But I was hoping that people wouldn’t really notice it too much, but the large white bandage on my forehead was impossible to hide.
I started walking through the field towards the school building, but I stopped, I saw the bench in the distance. This had been the setting of my finding. I was found here, lying on the bench 100meters away from me. I didn’t want to attract more attention to myself so I hurried forward. I was early to form so there weren’t many people there, they all stared.
I quietly went to my usual seat and sat down. I only had to sit there being stared at for 3 minutes because Eva and Kathy came rushing through the door squealing with excitement. As they walked towards our table they eyed up anyone staring, thankfully my friends would be slightly normal. With them sitting next to me, people stopped staring. “How are you?” Kathy and Eva spluttered out the same sentence at once, I smiled at them. “Yeah I’m fine; I don’t really remember anything anyway…” My voice became a whisper. “It’s all a blur…I just. I just remember being found.” There faces gave them away; the four weeks I had been missing had caused them hell too. I wondered if they blamed themselves in some way. I didn’t want to think about it too much.
“You know who found you right?” Yes. I wanted to answer yes, to tell them the truth, but I thought I’d play dumb and let them fill me in. I let a confused expression spread across my face. “Who found me?” they gave each other a quick glance and then looked back at me with a worried expression, Eva kept on eyeing up my bandage on my head. “Well…Oliver found you. I never thought I’d say this but I feel quite sorry for him.” She felt sorry for him? “What do you mean?” Kathy never was a fan of Oliver but why would she feel sorry for him. “Even though he didn’t really know you like we did and he wasn’t family but it hit him really hard, I think he blames himself… you know, cause it. It happened after school that day…”
I looked down at my lap. I didn’t want to look into their eyes; I was going to make them pay. Make them pay for what they did to me and everyone I care about. The reason why I didn’t tell the police anything was because I was going to find them myself, I didn’t care how long it took, and I would wait. And when I found them, I’d kill them.
I walked into Math’s expecting to sit in my normal seat, but the seating plan had changed. And everyone was staring, I was hoping this would pass soon, it was extremely irritating. Were they waiting for me to breakdown and cry? Tell them about my 4 weeks. I knew that’s what they wanted, they wanted to be able to know so they can gossip about it and feel sorry for me, and didn’t they have anything better to do. I walked over to Ms. Longley’s desk; she was looking through a pile of sheets.
“Err Miss?” She looked up, her hair was a mess, Ms. Longley was always organized and well, not a mess.
“Yes Kelly.” She smiled at me encouragingly. At least someone wasn’t acting like I was a freak shows main attraction. “Where do I sit?” She understood immediately. “Oh right, well because you’ve been err away, I changed the seating plan so that you can sit next to someone who can help you. And so that you’re near to me if you need any help, you sit right there.” She pointed to the front desk in the middle and there sitting on that desk was Oliver. I sighed and sat down next to him.
I didn’t want to explain everything to him now, in Math’s of all places. I could already tell this was going to be awkward. He fidgeted in his seat and then leaned in to whisper something. “Hey, how are you?”
“Err I’m good thanks, how are you?” This was ridiculous. He had never really noticed me before, now that I’m some helpless victim, everyone likes me. This world is fucked up. He still hadn’t answered me. I looked at him and he was just looking down at his work. “Hey, you ok?” He said something, but it was too low for me to hear, I leaned down so I could hear him better. “I can’t hear you, say that again?” He then looked up at me; he looked like he was in agony. “I don’t know how to explain myself; I’m so sorry, it- It’s entirely my fault.” There wasn’t much I could really say to that.
I just looked at him, my mouth hanging open, so my theory was right and Kathy and Eva were right. I closed my mouth and turned to the front. I had already decided to explain to him what had happened, but I decided it was probably best to tell him somewhere where I wasn’t watched by 24 people.
“Look, I need to talk to you, about… that. Are you busy this Saturday?” He looked up at me with a confused expression on his face. “You, you don’t hate me?” I couldn’t help myself, I started laughing. “No, of course not. Well, are you?”
“No, I’m not busy.” I smiled at him encouragingly. “I’ll meet you at Preston Park, by the clock tower at 1.” He just nodded. I sighed and looked at the textbook.
The bell rang and me and Kathy were leaving the classroom when Oliver stopped us outside. Was he going to make a scene of some sort? He went to say something but I stopped him.
“I’ll talk to you Saturday OK? Don’t think this is the best place for err talking.” I proved my point as I looked around at the crowd gathering. I started dragging Kathy away. I had biology next. “What was that all about? What’s happening Saturday?”
“Oh, I’m just meeting him to explain that none of it is his fault…” She understood immediately. “Oh. Well this is slightly ironic.” I looked up at her in confusion. “You what?” She just laughed. “I mean, you’re the one who’s been through hell and back, and there you are comforting him, when he was the reason behind all of this, he couldn’t postpone his little trip with what’s-her-face to go to the library with you.” Did everyone know about this? Was this why he blamed himself?
“What are you talking about? Is that why he thinks it’s his fault, it’s gone round the school?” I didn’t need her to answer me, because of course it had. I must have been the gossip for the first week or so, and I was now. “Whoever spread that really shouldn’t have. They don’t know anything about it. How can people point the finger at someone else for being busy? That’s ridiculous. If anyone should be blamed it’s the people that took me!” I didn’t realise that I was making a scene till I looked around me and a crowd had gathered. They all looked at me like I was a mental case. I couldn’t handle this, it was all too much. All those people watching my every move. The crowd was starting to get bigger and my breathing accelerated. “Kelly?”
I could hear a ringing noise in my ears. I looked around at people, they were all just staring. I could feel my eyes watering; the only thing that really made me cry was embarrassment. The crowd was getting bigger, I recognised all the faces, and I saw Oliver, Becky, Gina, Sam and pretty much anyone who was in a class nearby. I guess this was the opportunity I was looking for. “Yes, I am alive. And yes I am sane. But please, I don’t need or want this unnecessary attention. I just want to be normal again.” I felt the silent tears roll down my cheeks. Kathy went to comfort me but I shook her off and started for the stairs. I was getting out of here. I couldn’t take it any longer. I knew people were watching me but as soon as I was outside I started running, running through the school field to the gates. I stopped outside the gates and tried to breathe evenly. I then started walking, I didn’t really know where, there was a café nearby, it was overpriced but I didn’t care. It was January and I was really cold. I heard running behind me and turned to see who it was. Oliver stopped when he was a meter away from me, he was breathing heavily. “Fucking hell you can run. Is now a good time to talk?”
