Crime Of Passion

I had a hard time washing the blood off my hands. I viciously scrubbed my hands until they felt raw. There was still blood stains under my fingernails. I ran my hands through water irritably. I gave up after another ten minutes of washing, angrily drying off my hands and stomping back into my room. I picked up my sketchpad and started sketching, not paying attention of what's around me.

I began to draw a picture of a man and a woman facing each other, looking as though they were about to kiss. I wanted to paint this someday.. To make it big and beautiful. I wanted it to be a cover of something. A book, a movie. Maybe even an album. I didn't know. I continued to sketch until I couldn't hold my eyes open. I crawled into bed without another thought, curling up under the sheets. Tonight wore me out. I shut my eyes and let myself drift into a dreamless sleep.
***

The morning came too quick. I groaned, smacking my alarm clock and turning back over without opening my eyes. I wanted to skip school and sleep all day, but there was one thing keeping me from that. Elly. She said she'd see me again today. I didn't know if she just said that to shut me up or if she actually meant it, but I wanted to find out. I got out of bed and threw on some clean clothes, brushing my hair quickly before heading upstairs to grab my bag.

I rushed up the steps and into the kitchen, running into my mom while she was making coffee. "Where's Mikey?" I asked as I scooped my bag off the ground. "He left early for school," she shrugged, "He seemed to be in a hurry." I played with the strap of my bag, trying not to worry so much about Mikes. "He's been acting weird lately," I stated. My mother nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "He's just hormonal," she chuckled, "It's a teenage boy thing."

I rolled my eyes. "No shit," I muttered under my breath. I knew that wasn't the case, there was something more than that. "Gerard Arthur Way," she glared at me. I threw my hands up in response, walking slowly towards the door. "Bye Mom," I called before I shut the door and jogged to my car. I hopped in and started my routine drive down to the school. It didn't take long, the traffic wasn't as slow today. I anxiously parked in my normal parking spot, gathered my stuff, and got out.

I took my time getting into class. I didn't want to be the first one in there, it made me look like I actually wanted to be here. And I wanted the complete opposite. I made my way to my desk and sat down, pulling out my sketchpad and pencil. I looked at the seat beside me, anxiously waiting for her to show up. I scribbled on my paper, not paying attention to what I was doing to my drawing. A couple of people came into the classroom, but the person I was waiting for wasn't there. I sighed, looking down at my notebook.

I must've zoned about because the next time I looked up she was sitting next to me, her fingers tapping on the desk casually. Her hair was still messy, her bangs all over the place. There wasn't an ounce of makeup on her face, her eyes bright and full of life. I wanted to say something the second my eyes spotted her, but I didn't have the guts. Typical Gerard, too insecure to speak. She gazed over at me and instantly smiled, her eyes meeting mine.

I stumbled over my words, not moving my eyes from hers. They were so inviting, so bright and beautiful. Just like her. Her eyes left mine and spotted my open sketchbook, eyeing it curiously. "What're you drawing?" She asked as she fought off a playful smile. I shrugged, tapping my pencil on the desk. "It's supposed to be a picture of a couple in an intimate moment," I explained. She nodded her head, her brow furrowed with concentration. "What if you added splatters of colors to it," she looked back up at me for a moment, "Like red?"

I grinned at her idea. It was absolutely brilliant. "That's genius," I said honestly. She nodded and turned to face the front of the room, leaving me to stare at her flawless profile. Mr. Crow started talking about shading, which caused me to zone out yet again. I looked back over at Elly, her face scrunched up in concentration. Her eyes were glued to her paper as she guided her pencil across it's surface.

She made me feel different. Like when she was around me I didn't feel the need to hurt people. That's odd because we've only said a few words to each other.. But it made sense to me. Out of no where the bell rang, making me jump. Elly didn't move, she continued to draw. I packed up my stuff and stood up, peering over her shoulder at her picture. It was a detailed drawing of a rose, the colors and shading were flawless. She looked up at me and gently smiled. "Roses are the most romantic flowers," she continued to scribble, "That's why they're my favorite."

"Red roses especially," I added. She stopped abruptly after that comment. She gazed up at me with those blue eyes, her face serious yet still playful. "Flowers are a girl's best friend," she said as she closed up her sketchpad and stuffed it in her bag. She threw it over her shoulder and studied my face, leaving me to shift uncomfortably on my feet. She furrowed her brow and tightened her grip on her bag. "You're an odd character," she stated bluntly.

My face reddened. "Oh," I looked down at my feet. "I would love to get to know you," she added in a kind voice. It was true, I was odd. Too awkward to function, too dark to have any friends. I would've understood if she didn't want to talk to me any longer, but she wanted to. She wanted to. I curled up the side of my mouth into a half smile. "I'm hard to understand," I studied her hopefully, "But I would be eager to see you try." She laughed, her giggle somewhat heavenly to my ears. She pulled out her sketchbook and flipped through it, writing something down and then tearing the piece out of the black book.

She folded it up and handed it to me, taking a step closer. I took it from her, flinching when our hands touched again. "See you tomorrow," she turned on her heals and exited, leaving me dazed and quite confused. I unfolded the piece of paper, revealing what was written inside. It was her drawing of a rose, with a note scribbled under it.

I hope what I said wasn't too tacky.. But I did mean it.

Her phone number was below that. I stood there wide eyed as more kids shuffled into the classroom. I picked up my bag and walked quickly out of the building. I hurried to my car, getting in and throwing my stuff behind me. I took out her note and stared at it in disbelief. For the first time someone wanted to befriend me.. I couldn't comprehend why. Elly was so innocent, so angelic. I was the exact opposite. I was evil, too condescending for her liking. I took out my phone and added her to my contacts, smiling at the thought of having a friend.

I had to promise myself that I wouldn't hurt her. I didn't want her seeing the darker side of me, knowing of my demons. I had to promise that I wouldn't let her get too close. I had to promise myself so many things, and I knew I couldn't keep any of them. I started my car and left the school in a daze.

Notes

Sorry this chapter was late, I was having a bit of trouble putting it together.. But I'm very happy with it's outcome. Comment, subscribe, do whatever you're supposed to do. I hope this chapter meets your expectations!
-Pixie (punkpixie)