‘FUCK, SHE GOT HURT AGAIN. And again.. I couldn’t do anything.'
Looking up, I spot Mrs. Hammshell staring at me and notice the rest of the classroom empty. She walks over to me, concern written all over her features.
“Jason, you don’t usually look so disheartened. What is wrong?” I give her a look, and she gets up and shuts the door, sitting in front of me.
“I won’t tell a soul, my dear. You can talk to me.” I sigh and clench my fists.
“What if you cared for somebody, yet everyday, you had to watch them be hurt, over and over again, and there was nothing you could do to help.” She studies my and sighs.
“We’re talking about Alexis, aren’t we?” Shocked, I look at her and pats my clenched fist.
“I’ve tried to help too, my dear. I’ve done everything I can without proof. You probably know the person who’s hurt her, I don’t know anything. And I’m not gonna tell anyone this, but I know she’s Alex, not by looks, but by her eyes.”
‘This surprises me.’
“She wearing contacts though..” She nods and smiles knowingly.
“It’s the wounded look her eyes give off. The look no girl like her should EVER give off.” I nod and Mrs. Hammshell smiles.
“You love her, don’t you?” I shake my head until she gives me a pointed look, and I nod.
“Why not tell her? I’ve seen the way she gazes at you.. Hope in her eyes.” She smiles again.
“I can’t….” She shakes her head.
“She’ll never feel that way with me.”
“I’m the reason she moved here…To get away from me.. I’m the reason she depressed a lot…” I sigh and pause, looking directly in her eyes.
“I’m reason her sisters dead.” Mrs. Hammshell smiles and stands up.
“Now that, I don’t believe.” With that, she walks out the door, leaving me to my thoughts.