'School day passes. Boring and sinful as always. Bumping in the halls not a word but words engraving your skin likely to be permanent. A girl rushing to class tripping and falling and pulling her sleeves down and hood up as she gets up and hurries off. Makes you wonder, do they look under their sleeves? Oh course they do, we all do. It’s human curiosity to look even if we already know it’ll tear us down.'
She closes the notebook and behind the music softly playing through her earbuds she can hear the steady beat of her even steps on the pavement. She lifts her faded maroon hood over her head hiding her violet highlights in her dark hair. She pulls her braid out with the violet strands facing out trying to flaunt her disobedience though no one is around. Her phone is in her pocket and a call from it interrupts her music. Em rolls her eyes and pulls out her phone and declines the call from her step-mother. She continues on her path black boots clicking across the pavement creating a quiet steady beat behind her music she’d turned up.
She looks up to see a man speaking to her. She can’t hear him and doesn’t need to. She pulls out the sheet of paper from her pocket and hands it to him. He grins and says something and then moves into the trees out of sight. A few more stops and then she’d return home and call Olivia.
She glances to the side and sees she’s being stalked, knowing what a pain it’ll be to her last few deliveries she pivots and stares at the lanky boy following her. She tilts her head letting an earbud drop and waits for him to speak. “You have an interest I was told. So I thought I'd tell you and help you?” she glares at him not sure what info he got and who blabbed something. She began to open her mouth to deny any speculations when he lifted his sleeve to show his arm- clear of words. She glared at him knowing that this is simply a show of a balanced life when he said “insult me.” she rolled her eyes and pushed a thought loudly out ‘your annoying’ pathetic insult really but it’d be truthful enough to show. He stared at his arm and showed her nothing had appeared.
“I don’t get words,” he quietly breathed. Em looked around and then swiftly walked up to him, pulled his sleeve down and grabbed his elbow then pivoted again and dragged him with her. He tried to ask what she was doing but she just shushed him and traced her fingers along his lips and murmured “I'll fix it later.” He nodded though his eyes held pure terror.
She finished her deliveries with the boy practically on a leash and then dragged him to her house. Now when she says ‘her house’ she does not mean her step-mother’s home, she means hers. A small cottage like building out in the woods. Hard to find if you don’t know it’s location and even if you found it and entered it’d seem ordinary for what made it Em’s home wasn’t what was above, but what she had beneath.
She dragged the boy into the house, closed the door and dragged him into a bedroom that looked like it belonged to an old lady (which it actually did) and into the closet and behind old floral designed dresses there stood a hidden door. She unlocked it using the key tied around her neck and dragged him in. They carefully walked down a small staircase and into a large room with many rooms connected to it. The room was rather large though cluttered with many things and they were all rather… odd.
She had him sit in a velvet chair and traced a zigzag across his lips. “What-” tumbled from his lips a question even he wasn’t sure what it was intended for. Nothing made sense at this point to him.
“Name?” she demanded impatiently with a green notebook in hand grabbed from a nearby table. “A-Aaron?” he said questioningly. She nodded and took note in the journal. “Age, gender, sexuality, and any other important points” she then looked up at him and awaited. It took him a bit to finally reply “17, male, I don’t know, and uhh i don’t get words?” “right right” she muttered scribbling quickly into the journal.
“Alright Aaron. I’ll explain everything when my partner arrives.” She then left the room but returned and said “Don’t. Touch. Anything.” Then glaring left into another room to make a call.
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