Two students of Gauken Academy sit outside of the school during their lunch break. One a girl with black hair tied up in a bun and smoking a cigarette. The other a biy with shoulder length blonde hair.
“I hate being invisible all the time. I hate being mistaken for my brother.”
“You say that all the time.” She says calmly as she takes a drag from her cigarette.
“I know. But I really hate it.” She stands up at this.
“You know….Mathew, there are a lot of people who would wish to be like you.”
“Why the hell would somebody want to be like that?”
“There are tons of kids out there that get picked on at school, because they’re different. Or they’re hated by there teachers and parents. They’re kids who get beaten on too, tons of people would like to be invisible. Trust me.” She says as she looks out towards the street letting a tear fall.
“Well, I don’t know anybody like that so its okay.” Mathew says as he stands and heads inside as the bell rings.
“You really are lucky.” She says as she follows him inside after flicking her cigarette off to the side. Once inside, she runs into Gilbert Belschmeidt.
“Watch where you’re going whore.” He says to her and she apologizes as she walks off towards class trying to avoid people.
After school she heads home and runs up to her room. Then she decides to go downstairs grabbing something to eat.
“Don’t eat anything dinner is going to be ready soon.” Her mother said as she opened the fridge.
“You’re just making food for you and father and feeding me the scraps again aren’t you?” She asks her, as she turns around to face her mother, who slaps her in the face.
“Of course. You’re just a dog anyways. Go up to your room and wait up there until I call you down for dinner.”
She remembers the first time this all started. It was right after her father died and her mother re-married. She had tried to sit at the dinner table.
“The dinner table is for people. Not for little bitches like you.” Her step father said as he glared daggers at her. She looked to her mother who didn’t make any eye contact with her and just continued to eat.
“Mom?”
“Listen to your father dear.” Was all she said. She refused to move and so her step father pushed her onto the floor and told her to stay there or else, too afraid of what the or else would be she listened.
“You’re only allowed to eat the scraps that fall on the floor, like a dog.” He had said. And soon after they bought her dog food, and fed her it once a week. She became so skinny and her hair, was so frail, she’d throw up all the time, and she soon became distant from kids. So the other kids made fun of her for it. One day Mathew stood up for her but even then that didn’t stop everything. Sometimes she couldn’t take a shower because her father didn’t allow it and then would beat her if she tried. Once she turned eleven he called her down to the basement.
“Would you like to eat regular food? Not scraps?” He had asked her causing her to nod. He formed a wicked smile on his face. “Take your clothes off and don’t ask questions.” He said and she did what he had said. “Get on all fours with your ass facing me.” He said and she did so soon she felt something poking at her vagina. And soon enough he had raped her. “Anytime you want real plates of food this is what we’ll do understand?”
“Yes papa.” She said as she trudged upstairs. As promised she was allowed to sit at the dinner table. She was so happy to have a real plate of food and not scraps. But she soon realized that being fucked by your father without consent was rape and that was not okay. So she told her mother when her father wasn’t home. Her mother wound up slapping her hard enough to send her flying. She then kicked her in the stomach. Since her mother hadn’t listened she went to her teacher at school about it. Who called her a liar, saying that she was doing it for attention and turned to look the other way. Francis Bonnefoy was listening in and spread the rumor that she was a whore. Mathew didn’t believe it and would yell at anyone who said anything about it.
Years passed and she thought she dealt with the pain. She would cut herself, every night watching the blood flow down her body. When her father fucked her just because, he would see them and smile. Like he wanted that to happen. She wished she was invisible like Mathew so she wouldn’t have to deal with it. She couldn’t stand the pain anymore.
That night she went to bed crying and without dinner. The next day when she was getting ready for school she remembered to grab her two presents. She walked into the school completely ignoring everyone’s insults and glares. She even ignored Mathew’s hello. Which confused the boy greatly. She was later sitting in the back of class being treated poorly more than usual. Half way through the class she raised her hand. The teacher sighed and called on her.
“Sir, how much would a person get in trouble if somebody went to them for help and the person they went to looked the other way. Then there was a great problem caused because of that person looking the other way.” She asked looking him in the eyes. Her eyes not showing any emotion.
“Jess, why don’t you stop trying to get attention all the time.”
“That’s not the answer I was looking for.” She says smiling wickedly.
“You aren’t scaring me.” He said and she continued smiling at him.
“Oh I know.” She tears off her jacket showing her wearing a cut off shirt, so that she could show her bruises and cut up arms. Gilbert walks over to her and hands her, her jacket. He then turned around facing Francis and Antonio.
“Look she’s just asking to be fucked.” He says as they all laugh, but the laughter soon stops and everyone stares in shock as Gilbert’s mouth begins to bleed and his eyes glaze over. She smiles at him and pulls her knife out.
“Do you think I’m kidding now?” She asks and they all stare in shock at her as she pulls out her hand gun. She first aims it at Francis and shoots him right between the eyes, then Antonio, right in the heart. She then aims it at the teacher and shoots him dead. By now everyone is screaming and running out of the classroom. She walks out into the halls smiling like the Cheshire cat. Teachers poke their heads out of their classrooms and she winds up shooting them all dead. She stops in front of one room that holds the most hated ones. Alfred F. Jones, Arthur Kirkland, Ludwig Belschmeidt, Lovino Vargas, Ivan Braginsky and his sister Natalia. She walks in there and points the gun at them shooting them all dead. She then feels a hand on her shoulder. She whips around quickly to find Mathew there, fear in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” He asks her.
“What I should of done long ago.”
“Jess, this isn’t the way.”
“You said you didn’t know anybody like that Mathew…but you do. Its me.” She says as she walks away from him and Into the hallway shooting everyone she sees.
“I wish I was a bottle blonde.” She sang she walked through the school. She stood at the very middle of the school singing Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds. She moved the gun up to her head and she heard Mathew call out to her and she slowly turned to face him. Tears streaming down her face, she whispered three words to him.
“I love you,” she then pulled the trigger and her brain was everywhere. Mathew stopped in his spot and stared in horror. Not only was his brother gone now, but so was the girl he loved and knew he was there. He felt tears running down his face as he walked towards her and held her whilst crying, hoping it was all a dream. But he never woke up. He grabbed the gun from her and placed it in his bag he walked out of the school. He then walked towards where she lived and knocked on the door. It opened up to a woman, with somewhat of the same features as Jess.
“Ma'am your daughter is dead.” He said and she smiled.
“Good riddance.” Something snapped in him. He pulled the gun out and she stepped back.
“On the couch!” He shouted and she did so. “Call your husband, tell him to come home.” He said and she nodded taking her phone out with shaky hands. Once she finished calling her husband, he showed up fifteen minutes later. He stares at his wife sitting on the couch with a gun to her head.
“Sir,” Mathew says standing up. “Your daughter is dead.” The man laughs and Mathew points the gun at him. His wife sits there quietly.
“That bitch is finally dead.” He states ignoring the gun pointed at his head, and looks at his wife, hoping shed look over to him, but she doesn’t. “Isn’t this great honey?” He asks her. She doesn’t say anything. He looks at her confused.
“Why don’t you have a look at your wife?” Mathew says and the man stares at him before walking to the other side of the couch and falls to his knees screaming. His wife had her whole face torn off with some kind of knife, which he finds sitting next to the boy. And carved onto her stomach was, ‘I killed my daughter’. He looks at the boy with an angered look.
“Why would you do this!?”
“I asked myself that question the entire way here.” Mathew says. “Why would somebody be treated like shit for most of there lives and nobody help them. Enough to the point that she doesn’t ask anyone, not even her best friend for help.” He says staring at the man who is now crying. “Now you know how it feels to have the woman you love die. And now, its your turn.” He says as he aims the gun at the man’s head, blowing his brains all over the wall behind him. Mathew then walks upstairs and finds the diary that Jess always hid from him. He read the pages finding out the horrible things that happened to her. He cries.
Nobody helped her, and I was too stupid to notice. He thinks.
Then he reaches a certain page of the diary that makes him cry even more.
I know Mathew doesn’t know the things that I go through, but its still nice to have him around. He’s the reason I’m still here after so long. But its too bad I’m not invisible like him. At least we both have sad lives. So I guess we’re kind of a good match. The truth is I love him, but I don’t know how to tell him.
That’s where it ends, right on that page. There was nothing more.
“I love you too.” He said. “I’m coming for you Jess. I’ll meet you in another life. I’ll fall in love with you again and I’ll protect you this time. I swear.” He says as he puts the gun in his mouth and blows his brains all over her walls.
The pain we dwelled together was a pain neither of us could handle. Nor anyone else could. So we had to stop the pain.
