Chapter 1: Shy Angel

Shaylynn sat outside in the lunch courtyard reading, deeply engrossed in the book. Books had become her escape from reality. It kept her thoughts off of suicide and self-mutilation until, she got to biology class and she could focus her thoughts there. Taking a deep sigh turning the page and pulling her fly away dirty blond hair out of her face. It was thick and layered from a previous haircut that gave off the thick sense that "she" might have been a "he."1

She began to let her mind wander. Her deep emerald green eyes began to not look at the page but through the page. She let the words on the page become nothing. The page edged away into the deep recesses of her mind, the letter scrambled inside her head. She lay her head up against the cold brick. Being late in January it was cold not too many people stayed outside. It was like they were afraid of the cold and afraid of her.2

It wasn't the case. She should have known better. No one was afraid of her. She had many friends. She even had a boyfriend who loved her very much. She told him many times that she loved him and was never going to leave him but she knew they were doomed. He was not looking forward to a long term relationship, nor commitment. She did care for him, but she questioned herself to if she loved him. She had told him many times that she did and she wasn't ever going to leave him. He was not for her, she knew this as well as he did.3

Why she kept giving him false hopes, dreams, and love was beyond her grasp. It confused her and only her. No one knew of the fake love she gave him. It wold have been around the school faster than the flu, if she spoke those words.4

Her silent voice in the ear of one person would've echoed in the throats of many. She gave them one more week till something bad was going to happen. Something was going to go terribly, terribly wrong, she felt it deep within her gut.5

Sighing she still stared through her book. Her thoughts echoing deeply in her demented head.  A voice rang in her ears throwing all of her back into reality, into consciousness. A voice that seemed to belong to an angel. An angel after so long that had wanted to speak but was silenced by the wrath of shyness. A simple five words sentence:6

"Don't talk much do you?"7

A shy angel had spoken.8