Hush Hush

Maybe she did it...

Yeah, she could have done it...

I heard the old lady's dog was murdered first...

Maybe she got caught and killed the lady...

She's totally a sicko like her looney mom...

I bet she done it a lot...those killings...it might be her. Must be her.

The girl pretended not to hear them, she went inside the classroom quietly. Head casted down, afraid to look at the calculating eyes of her peers. It wasn't enough that she was feeling guilty for what happened to the oldy but she had to endure all the cruel looks of people around. It was never her fault yet she was the one who suffered a great deal, as always just like with her twin.

"Hey, freak. Tell me. Did you kill that old lady? I heard that looney did it, painted her blood through the entire walls of the living room. You are a looney maybe it's you." A girl from her class said, one of the famous ones, pumping her fist on the girl's table. The girl grew scared as her classmates started chanting.

Looney killer!

Looney killer!

Looney killer!

Looney killer!

Looney killer!

The endless shouting goes loud and louder everytime it entered her ears. She wished she would go deaf so as to atleast hide part of herfrom the horrendous scene she was expeeiencing. Tormented, the girl covered her ears with both hands.

Her classmates resorted into another form of torture, one by one, they kicked her chair, her body. They started punching her, slapping her, prying her hands away from the ears.

One fist connected to her nose, causing blood to drip down the wooden desk in front of her. The girl's eyes were forced open by the kids as she was raised to her feet.

"No! Stop it! I DID NOT KILL HER! I did not! Please stop it!" No matter how much she shouted and pleaded, no one listen to her. It was as if she was a lifeless piece of shit, how they were treating her. She was down on the floor, curved into a ball desperate for everything to stop. She didn't utter any other words, for she knew it would not make them stop.

"You deserve this bitch! You killer! You should be lock up in prison!" Screamed one of the boys as a hard kick went for her ribs. A slight cracking sound went ringing in her ears. Pain it caused and she only wished for one thing, death to come. Something that she wished so many damn times but never come true. Only darkness came after the pain but this time it didn't come too.

"What's happening here?" The teacher walked in with the scenery of a girl balled on the floor with spots of blood that was probably hers all over the place. "Start talking now!" The teacher raised her voice, helping the girl to her feet. It was her again, same girl as always. "Who did this to you?" She focused her eyes on the bruised girl.

The girl's mouth was clipped shut. She know things would only get worse if she talk and she would not want that to happen. "It hurts. It hurts badly. Here." The girl pointed to her chest to a broken rib. Tears flowed down her face, she wanted the teacher to stop asking. "It hurts." She repeated, crying her eyes out.