Decemberunderground, chapter 2

It was a few days until the A.F.I - Decemberunderground concert, and I was getting really nervous, a week earlier I had hid the ticket and the V.I.P pass so that my mother wouldn't know where I was going.

Right now I was in detention, for not answering the teacher's question. You would think my mother would be a decent person enough to be able to have a chat with the teacher, saying that I'm a mute and that I don't talk.

But no, she likes to make me suffer in boring as hell detention room, where the teacher is asleep, snoring and drooling all over the desk. And to make matters even better as soon as I get out of this hell hole of a school I have to go to my shrink's office for another torture session, you'd think that she would stop trying to make me talk for the millionth time this year.

I guess she likes to challenge herself, if she would take her time to deal with a stubborn teenager who decided to stop talking when she was a mere child. I wonder what my voice would sound like, is it rough and crackly...or is it gentle and smooth?

What would Davey Havok think of me if he asked me a question and I wouldn't answer? He would probably get pissed off, he would probably think about what kind of fan doesn't answer their idols' questions.

Well, I'm sorry Davey Havok; you have to learn that I'm not going to change for anyone, not even my idol.

I wonder if Davey Havok is going to jump out and crowd surf this concert, not that I would be able to actually touch him, I can't even remember my row number...was I in the front or in the mosh crowd?

Then my heart froze, what if my physiatrist is there at the concert!? She'll kill me if she knew that I got into the A.F.I concert, what seats did she get for the concert again? Did I even get a glimpse of the tickets, how cheap is that...my physiatrist tells me that if I break a chain of silence and solitude for seven years, she would give me a pass to the show, and all along I didn't even get to see that actual ticket.

I started to get in such a deep thought about the A.F.I Concert, I didn't even notice who just entered the detention room. Ryan Carson, the school's outcast.
Everyone hates him, except me. I have no problem with him, everyone thinks he is weird just because he has a different style of clothing choice and taste in music, he was another A.F.I fan. Usually when we see each other in the hallways we usually just nod or smile at each other.

Ryan Carson loves to smile he was voted last year "Best Smile" of the year, but today was different. He wore a very ugly frown on his face and he seemed some what unhappy about this unknown situation he was in. He sat down beside me then a few minutes later he turned and faced me.

His bright green eyes were no longer bright and shiny as they usually were, today they were dull and grey.
He was a fan of "Emotional" music, and you could say he was one himself; he always had his hair in the Emo style cut with his hair spiked at the back, but today he did bother to spike it up today.

I wish I could of comforted him and asked him what was wrong, but I felt like no matter now how much I am starting to want to speak, its almost like my voice-box wont let me, every time I get the nerve to make a sound my throat starts hurting.

"Grace, something disturbing has happened, in the boy's washroom. Some one has graffitied the washroom and it's really horrible. Who ever they were they have taken pictures of it and posted it up on the schools website."

I watched him carefully as he started playing with his black hair (He did that whenever he was nervous or anxious) I nodded, waiting for him to continue, he didn't. He just pulled out his laptop and started typing our schools website on the search bar: www.PinoleVallyHighSchool.com

I stared helplessly at the front screen of our schools most popular website.

On the screen there was a girl painted with black permanent marker, her mouth was stitched up and there was blood dripping down her face. Her eyes were wide and her hands were gripping her hair, almost pulling them out of their roots. At the top it reads: The Girl Who Has Nothing to Say (Grace Nolen).

Who would do that, who would have had the nerve to make fun of me? I have never spoken to them or mouthed off to them or gave them any dirty looks, but still they would do that to me. How dare them I have never spoken a word to them but still they would chose to write something that is none of their business and nothing they would know about.

Tears started to streams down my face, tears that I would wish to erase some day. Ryan frowned and exited the schools website and slid the laptop away from me. He wrapped me in a soothing and warm hug.

How could he be in the same room as a stupid hopeless girl like me? I not the pretty girl that some magical guy would fall for. I'm not much for the jock type person. In fact, I hate them to death they are so involved in themselves and no one else. Sure I'm skinny and I might have hips like Shakira, but I would like a guy that's an outcast, like Ryan. But he would never like me, not after what he saw in the bathroom stall.

I look horrible anyway, long black hair, dark blue eyes heavily lined with black eyeliner, and pale ghostly white skin, almost as white as snow. But somehow, I knew he liked me maybe, I liked him too.

"I am so sorry Grace, I'm going to get to the bottom of this if it's the last thing I do," he replied and kissed my forehead lightly. I didn't remember what he told me next because I was drifting further and faster to sleep.