Black Tears

Chapter 1 - Tim

The night is young and the moon peaked up above with it's crescent shape, shining, through the thick trees. It was cold, like any other autumn day, but my mind was numb with confusion and pain. I can hear the police sirens from a distance as I run into the woods. My long brown hair following behind me. I don't care where I'm going, I just needed to get away. My black hoodie, now stained with blood of the innocent and my own fathers too. I clenched a butcher knife, that he gave me, in my left hand while putting pressure onto the long gash on my neck. I acquired it while escaping the horrific yet thrilling scene of my betrayal.

I kept running until the sirens were drowned out. My adrenaline rush finally came to an end, making me slow down. I stopped, leaning on a tree, flinging my old, worn out backpack onto the ground. My lungs were burning for air I couldn't get in and my chest felt like it was going to explode. My vision blurred a little as I rested my back onto the tree and slid down. I ripped a little of my white undershirt off and wrapped it around my wounded neck. How did I get into this mess.

I sat there for a long time, thinking of the events following up to this. I have to say, it all began four years ago. The day my best friend went missing. I remember it too well actually....

~ Flashback four years ago ~

I parked my rusted, purple bike onto the railings outside of the school. I placed a lock around it and slumped my backpack around my shoulders as I made my way into the building. It was filled with bustling teens, socializing, scrambling around, and even heated make-out sessions. Yup, the full fury of HighSchool itself, slapping you awake everyday. I looked down, not wanting to make any eye contact whatsoever.

It was the last period of the day. My brown hair covered some of my face as I quickly maneuvered towards my locker. I kneeled down, turning the combination and slinging my backpack into it. I grabbed my Algebra book and stood up, kicking my locker shut. I turned around, to my surprise, an angry girl with a few of her friends were staring me down. I smiled a bit and moved out of the way. "Sorry." Was all I could say.

"Whatever freak." She sneered, walking up to her locker. I felt my brown eyes start to change color. Great, forgot my contacts this morning. I lowered my head more, not wanting people to see my formality. Well, at least until I herd a very familiar voice. "P-Please....." I jerked my head up to meet the very blue eyes of my best friend, Timothy. I called him Tim for short. He was literally my only friend in this hell hole. We've been in a lot of strange situations together. But we always stood up for each other.

Tim eyed me from afar, knowing his current situation, he's wanting me to stay out of this one. A very tall, slim boy, goes by the name of Derrick, towered over Tim, shoving him forcefully into the red and black lockers. His posy of two, laughed in amusement as he did it again, making Tim drop his folders and books. I really wanted to go over there, but I stupidly trusted Tim and listened to his facial command. I watched painfully as Derrick kicked his stuff away when Tim bent down to get it. The chunky one in the posy, known as John, grabbed Tim by his short brown hair, and yanked it up. "What's wrong chicken-shit? Gunna cry to your mommy again?" He sneered.

Derrick laughed in approval of his remark and quickly answered, "Oh wait, she's dead now. Well guess what freak, she's rotting somewhere, and she can't protect you anymore." He finished punching Tim in the face, making his nose bleed from the contact. He let out a faint cry and dropped to the ground. I looked at him sorrowful. Im sorry Tim, I can't leave you like this.

I ran up to Derrick and punched him square in the cheek, leaving a huge red mark on it. I bent down towards Tim, but Nick, the short one of the posy, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me away. He rested his chin on my shoulder and smirked like a pervert. Of course HE had to be here. "Hey gorgeous. Why don't you ditch this loser and hang with me sometime." He whispered into my ear. I turned my head away, knowing what he meant by 'Hang'. "The only thing I would hang you with, would be bob wire, you perv." I scoffed, struggling away from his grip. Derrick cussed under his breath and glared at me with a passion. He kicked Tim, hard in the stomach, making him bend over, coughing up blood. "NO!" I screamed, hoping a teacher or sane student would hear it.

I teared up as the two started beating him senseless and I couldn't do a thing about it. Nick covered my mouth and turned me away from the scene. "Don't worry about him. What's your name sweetie?" He uncovered it slowly and waited patiently for my answer. "W-Why should I tell you." I spat angrily.

He smirked and pushed me roughly onto the metal lockers, pinning me to them. "Now. Im going to ask you again. What's your name?" Nick said, strangely not even annoyed or angry at my response. He looked at me with a calm gaze, do I have the right to feel kinda... Strange? I looked away, avoiding his green eyes. Why does he want to know?

"J-Jean...." I responded half heartedly. He studied my face for awhile and smiled a little, "I'm Nicholas, but you can call me Nick. Why haven't I seen you around here before?" He asked, tilting his head a little, still having that warm smile staring me down.

"I-I don't know... P-Please... Nick, h-help him..." I choked out, over my sobs. I glanced over Nick, to see the bloody sight that used to be my friend.

He looked at me apologetically and shook his head, "Im sorry Jean, I can't help you. I'll get put on the spot." He unpinned me and ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair as I looked down thinking of running for it, but I was too scared of him. "Fine." Nick finally said as he walked over to the gruesome scene.

I watched as he pulled Derrick and John off of Tim, "Alright. The nerd had enough guys." Nick said. Derrick glared at him and grabbed the collar of his grey and blue stripped shirt.

"Are you showing sympathy to this loser?!" He yelled angrily. Nick flenched and put his hands up in defense, "N-No dude! Save your energy for the others we have to get! Not on this scrawny loser!" He quickly backed up. Derrick nodded slowly and released Nick.

"Good point. Lets go John." Derrick said pushing me, "Watch it girl. Being friends with him, WILL get you killed." He threatened, passing me as John and Nick quickly followed behind. Nick glanced back and winked at me, which made me shiver in disgust, but thankful the creep helped out an outcast like him and I.

I rushed over to Tim and unwrapped my scarf, patting the blood off his face, cleaning it as best as I could. I hated those ass-wipes, they were known as The Flames. A huge, popular gang at our school. Of course everybody was afraid of them, even the teachers, so they just sit back and watch us suffer. "T-Tim! Please answer me...." I said, brushing his cheek lightly, moving his bloodied, mangled hair out of his face. He opened his eyes and glanced at me with tears. I helped him up and hugged him. He broke down and hesitantly hugged back. I rested my head on his chest and shushed him. "Come on. Let's call my dad. He'll pick us up." I said calmly. He nodded and staggered forward, spitting up blood here and there.

When we got to the office, besides the dirty looks and frightened expressions, the nurse smiled and quickly took us in her small room. I sat down in 'My' spot and she asked us a couple of the usual questions on what happened. Sadly, we knew these questions on the back of our heads. I've been in here twice this month, but me compared to Tim... I sighed mentally at myself. I wish I could help him. I know he's had a tough life. Please Tim, hang on a little bit longer.

I walked out of the office and pulled out my phone. I dialed my dads phone number and waited... 'Ring' ... 'Ring' ...'Ring' ... that's strange, he usually picks up by now. I shrugged it off like it was no big deal. I remembered he had to go shopping today, so he was probably still out. I loved going shopping with my mother when I was little, but ever since she died, I couldn't go back into that store. Too many painful memory's.

Tim walked outside where I was at and carried an ice pack on his eye. I smiled slightly and walked over to him. "It's not even that noticeable." I said. He rolled his eyes and glared. He knows I was lying for his sake, he's too smart for my tales.

"Yeah yeah, thanks Jean. Again." He said glancing down. "When is your dad coming?"

"Uhh, he didn't answer. So, I guess I'll just text him later." I shrugged, sitting on the black, glossy bench. Tim did the same, but groaned in pain in the process. I glanced at him and sighed, "What am I going to do with you Tim."

He looked over at me questionably, "What do you mean. You think I ask for these beatings everyday?"

"No, of course not.... I have these days too you know." I said grabbing his backpack and unzipping it. When I did, Tim quickly tried to snatch it away. I gasped and glared at him, standing up and moving away. He usually doesn't mind me snooping through his stuff. That was very weird and shocking to me. "I... Just wanted to see if... you still had some food left... from lunch." I said slowly, narrowing my eyes.

He tried to stand up, but failed and gave up, looking at me with a tired and stressed expression. Tim had very bright, blue eyes. Nobody in my whole life had that unique color. They were one of his amazing features. I don't know why our peers pick on him. Yes, he was a scrawny boy, doesn't look like an athlete at all, but he was so sweet and shy. Don't get any idea that I like, like him. I do like him, but we strangely don't have any strong feeling towards each other. Completely platonic, but I think of him as more of a twin brother than best friend. We grew up together in a little town called Greensburg. Our mothers knew each other and we were neighbors, so we became easy friends. When my mother died, we grew more close and he was the only one that could understand what I was feeling.

"Please g-give it back..." Tim said pleadingly, making me feel a little guilty, but my curiosity gave in the best of me. I crouched down and scavenged through it. Tim forced himself up and lunged for the pack. I swiftly jumped out of the way and glanced down in it, that's when I saw it.

I tilted my head a little and reached down further. It was a mask, but not just any mask. The features were strange, making my hair stand on end just looking at it. I slowly pulled it out and examined it. It was all white, there were dark circles around the eyes. The painted on black eyebrows arched upwards and the feminine black lips matched perfectly. I looked up at Tim with a confused expression. He just stared back emotionless. Something shimmered off the sun and caught my eye. I glanced back down and opened the pack more. My eyes widened as I gripped the black handle and pulled out the sharp, bloodied, kitchen knife. "T-Tim... W-What is all t-this..." I managed to spit out. My lip trembled uncontrollably as I faced him.

"Nothing." Was all he said.

~ End of flashback ~

I gasped as my mind fled back to reality. My head flew back and bumped the tree trunk. I groaned and rubbed the throbbing part. I remember that day, he wasn't right, I could sense it. That last phrase... It sunk into my head and stuck there. It came out all harsh and raspy. He snapped, and I couldn't do any thing to stop him.

- So, this is it! The beginning of a new book! Tell me what you think so far! Does it sound interesting? I drastically improved my writing style compared to Identity Crisis. If you like for me to continue this, let meh know! I'm also looking for a better cover, if you make one, and have a Kik, inbox me! Plz include the title, and my username.

P.S This is a shout out to my Wattpad BFF: @RocketKitti , for her making this idea pop into my head! Thanks for the amazing title, her character Jean, and role-play! <3 -