Based in part on a true story Dedicated In Memory of my first love and to all of those who have lost loves. Special thanks to my wife who helped me cope with the nightmares and the pain. "Yesterday I buried my love, Today I bury myself, Tomorrow... Who can tell..." KC "Kristen Carty, Age: 18, 11th grade post secondary school." The councillor looked up from the papers she just read, at the teen that sat across from her. In all the years Miss. Thomson had been a councillor this was the first time she had ever encountered a student quite like this one. The student stood a little over 5' 5", had wavy, short cut, copper red hair, and cold, emotionless eyes. The girl - Miss. Thomson was sure it was a girl - wore a tight, black, leather jacket with zippers up the sleeves, a white t-shirt and jeans. Jeans so faded and worn that there was a huge hole showing off most of her right knee. A silver eagle hung around her neck on a bright, silver chain and a black Ankh with a silver star inlaid on the surface dangled from her left ear while a silver stud decorated her right. Freckles sprinkled across her pale, boyish face and she looked a lot younger then her years. Miss. Thomson found the new student's looks far from amusing. After taking another look at the file, she reconsidered saying anything just yet. "Um, Is that all correct?" Kris nodded slowly, "I like to be called Kris, please." She clenched the eagle tightly in her hand until the wings cut into her hands. She wanted nothing more then to bolt from the room. She hated being interrogated by school officials, all the same she knew that if she was going to get back in to school that she was going to have to fight for it. "I see. It also says here you tried to commit suicide and were just released from the county psychiatric hospital. Is that also correct?" Again the girl slowly nodded, clenching the necklace tighter. She could feel the councillor's eyes begin to burn into her. Kris kept her eyes on the desk that sat before her, and the objects that were lying there. A pen caught her eye; she began to take it apart with her mind, visualizing every side and every angle from how the sun from the window reflected off the metal clip to the wood grain in the casing. Miss. Thomson waved a hand in front of the child's eyes. "Miss Carty? You there?" With a blink, Kris returned her attention to the woman across from her. "I... I'm sorry," Kris apologized. "Are you going to be alright? I mean.." Miss. Thomson added with a fake note of concern and a flick of her tongue. "I'll be fine." Kris finally let got of the eagle and set her cold eyes on the councillor, "Yesterday was yesterday and today is today. I'm no longer the person I used to be, and I have no plans to die anytime soon if that is what you want to know." Her eyes were void of all emotion. Any pain that might have been there before was gone. "Yes, I see.. how can we be certain that you won't-" The councillor began, but she was suddenly cut off when Kris abruptly stood. "You won't be, and neither will I. But I promised someone I'd live, and that is what I plan to do." She was getting sick of people talking down to her like she was a child all the time. She was very aware of what she did and didn't need to be reminded about it every passing day. "It also says here that you got into many fights. Have you thought about trying to not be an instigator?" "What do you mean by that? I didn't do anything to those kids. They attacked me." Kris said, getting upset by the accusations, "The judge let me go. I didn't do anything wrong." "Well..." The councilor clicked her tongue again and looked Kris over, "Have you ever thought about changing the way you dress?" "Why? What's wrong with my clothes? I like this jacket." The girl looked herself over trying to see why the woman would ever think of changing. Her cousin gave her the jacket to protect her and that it had. The leather was getting cracked and old, nevertheless that was the way she liked it. The jeans were her favourite, they were so well worn from practising dance and covered in paint. They fit perfectly. "Uh... but.." Miss. Thomson began, stopping when Kris set those eyes back on her. "But what?" The teen's tone was flat, but held an edge to it. It was almost like she wanted the councillor to try and continue the argument. Miss. Thomson finally gave in. "Nothing." "That is what I thought," Kris said calmly while placing her hands in her pockets, "Is that all?" "N.. no..." Miss. Thomson was visibly nervous, "W welcome to Westmire High School. You'll have morning art class as home room. Which will be... Class 109." She double checked and nodded. "Thanks, now can I go?" Kris wanted nothing more then to escape this woman's gaze. It felt like her eyes were crawling over her and made the girl shiver. "Yes," Miss. Thomson stood up from her chair, "I hope you enjoy your stay here." "I hope so too." Kris grabbed her art portfolio, which leaned against the foot of her chair, before turning on the heels of her shoes and left the room. Kris walked out of the guidance councillors office area and down the school hall. Everything was silent except for the sound of her shoes on the tile floor. No one would be at school until tomorrow, when the new school year started up again. She couldn't be happier, because she could feel her grip was loosening with every step she took. Seeing the girl's rest room she took a deep breath and ducked out of sight of the world's eye. As soon as the washroom door banged shut the tears began to fall. Kris tried hard to keep them at bay, but was quickly losing. She leaned against the wall and let her tears flow. Everything became washed out as her eyes overflowed with tears. Finally, she couldn't stand the thought of someone stumbling upon her like that so the girl staggered over to the sink and splashed water on her face and through her hair. The coldness snapped her back into reality and she was finally able to force the tears back. She leaned over the counter and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red when compared to her pale white skin and she knew if anyone saw her on the way back home, they would probably ask if she was alright and want to help and right now human interaction was something she could do without. Opening her portfolio, Kris found a pair of circular mirrored sunglasses. They were her favourite, because they were a gift from a very special person that Kris held close to her heart. She held the glasses to her chest and whispered to herself, "I won't let them win. I'll live on for you, I promise you that." She slipped the glasses over her eyes and prepared to leave when something in the mirror caught her attention. There, standing beside Kris, was the white form of a young girl with long flowing hair and a beautiful white gown. The figure reached out and placed one hand upon the mirror. Kris proceeded to mimic the ghostly reflection when the door to the washroom banged open. Kris spun around to see another girl about her own age standing at the rest room door. For a moment the two just stared at each other. "What are you doing in here?" The new girl asked in disgust. Kris just blinked, not sure just how much this newcomer had seen. "Can't you read the sign, stupid?!? This is the girl's washroom!!!" She held the door opened and pointed out of the room, "Now get out of here!" She almost spat. Kris took one last glance at the mirror, only to be greeted with her own image. She turned back to the other girl, shrugged and casually walked out of the rest room. "Aren't you going to say anything?" The girl yelled frustrated as Kris started down the hall. Kris slowly turned to face her accuser. The girl wasn't much taller than herself, but mother nature was proving to be kinder to her. She had brown hair that was pulled back into a pony tail so her soft round face was free of anything obscuring it from view. She wore a pleated plaid skirt, white shirt, a small tie, knee length socks and black runners. Kris looked the girl over one time, then returned back to the girl's eye. "What is to be said?" Kris said calmly, almost as if she didn't really care. Angry, the pony-tailed girl stomped over to Kris, "Who do you think you are? You walk into the girl's washroom and think you can just walk away without having to explain yourself?" "What's to explain? Can't a girl use the girl's washroom?" She looked over the rims of her glasses, deep into the other girl's brown eyes. "Or do you have to look like a girl in order to use the girl's washroom now a days?" She put her hands in her jean pockets causing her jacket to open to show her body a little more. Startled by Kris's gaze, the girl stepped back and glanced down at how Kris's white t-shirt clung tightly revealing her rather athletic form and small chest, "Uh no.. .I mean..." The girl blushed and stammered, suddenly realizing that maybe she was the one at fault. "I'm sorry I just thought.." She said as her eyes dropped to the floor. "I know what you thought." Kris said running a hand through her damp hair. She gave the girl a weak sad smile, then turned to leave. The girl looked up quickly. "W wait... What is your name? I mean... I'm Sarah... Sarah Richards." "I'm Kris," Kris said over her shoulder as she pushed through a set of doors and quickly descended a set of winding stairs out of the school not wanting that girl to follow her. Kris stepped out of the school to be greeted by a breath of future autumn breeze. The cool wind felt good on her skin and she breathed in the scent of flowers that bordered the path leading off the school grounds. She looked down at the flowers and smiled to herself. With a slight skip in her step she started down the path, darted across the street and into a small flower shop on the corner. The scent of flowers felt like a warm embrace. The rainbow of colours made Kris smile as she knelt to get a closer look at some of the Lilies. "Can I help you?." A voice said from behind her. When Kris looked up she found herself being watched by woman in a long apron. "I'm looking for a flower for someone." Kris said turning back to the flowers. The woman stepped closer to Kris, "What exactly are you looking for?" "I don't know." Kris stood and stretched, wincing against the pain in her back and leg. "Are you alright?" The woman asked suddenly concerned. "I'll be fine." Kris lied, the truth was she would never be ‘fine', however she learned to block the pain. Only on those occasions when she was stressed did it actually bother her. The woman eyed Kris closely, "Are you sure?" "Yeah." Kris said taking a deep breath and continued to look at the flowers. "Is there something in particular you were looking for?" The woman followed Kris's glance. "She liked purple." Kris said softly, "Mostly lilies." She looked at the tiger Lilies, then lifted her glasses to wipe at her eyes. She could feel her emotions boiling over again. "Well we have just got an order of Stargazer Lilies. They are a very beautiful purple and are right over here." The woman gestured toward a set of three Lilies in a vase near a cash register, "Would you like one?" Kris slowly moved across the room and gently touched one of the flowers, "They are beautiful." She had never seen such a flower before in her life. "I'm sure your lady friend will like them too." The woman said confidently as she rushed around the counter, "Is it her birthday?" She asked curiously. "She would have loved them." Kris's expression grew long, "I'll take one." Kris said with a weak smile. The woman quickly wrapped the flower without a word and handed it to Kris who dug in her pocket for some money. She gave the woman a twenty and awaited her change before quickly leaving the store and running down the road. She stopped and plopped down on one of the many wooden benches that lined the streets. She looked down at the neatly wrapped flower, struggling against the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. "Are you alright?" A small voice called out. When Kris looked up there was a small girl, merely 10 or 11 year in age, looking up at her. Kris had to blink for a moment to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The girl looked so familiar that she had to rub her eyes to make sure she was not dreaming. The girl had a concerned look on her face, "You look sad." She said as she sat down next to Kris "I am," Kris said smiling down at the child, "but I'll be alright." "What is wrong?" The girl asked her eyes wide with curiosity. "Heather! What are you doing with that boy?" A woman yelled as she ran down the road, "What have I told you?" She took the girl by the hand and forced her off the bench. "But mom, she is hurt." The girl said not taking her eyes off of Kris as her mother pulled her away. "She?" The woman took another look at Kris and blushed in embarrassment, "I.. I'm sorry. My child gets easily confused." "No, you are the one confused." Kris leaned back on the bench and stared up at the woman. She turned back to the girl and patted her on the head, "Thanks for being concerned." She said softly, and returned her glare on the woman, "You should listen to your child more often." "See I told you." The girl said to her mother proudly. "Well, you still shouldn't be talking to strangers." She pulled the girl away while giving Kris a look of disgust. Kris smiled. For some reason the purity of a child always made Kris smile. It was like there was some level of hope in this world. That is if the child didn't become corrupted by their parents. The girl reminded her so much of her old friend of hers. ******** To be Continued... ****** Authors Notes: This story is based on a true story. All names and places were changed to conceal their identities. This was written in an attempt to help me cope with the insanity and madness of my past. Please do not post this story on other sites or copy it in any way shape or form, this includes Fanfiction, I don't mind fanart, but place this story is based on my past so please don't write more or rewrite it in anyway. Thanks. Read the rest of the novel and veiw some of the art works - http://shinigami-shimai.deviantart.com/gallery/#Original-story-Dreaming-of-Another-Day For more of my stories visit my deviant hearts site. Also if you spot any typos or other errors please contact me.
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