Only Him

Yvonne Hall. That’s her name. She’s been in a music school school for four years already. She would’ve graduated earlier if she hadn’t almost lost her mind. She suffered from severe trauma, shock, inability to speak and a damaged womb for nearly three years. Luckily, the academy permitted her to continue to live on school premises and she prefers that a whole lot more to living with her mother. She wasn’t able to continue her course though due to her injuries.

She goes to Stars, a talent developing school for young people between the ages of 10 to 25. The junior program was for people between the ages of 10 to 15 and the senior was 16 to 20; where she was. 20 to 25 was called advanced. She attends Stars on a scholarship because according to everyone else, she is a music prodigy. She sings, plays several musical instruments and writes music. She can also make beats and dance, but she stopped dancing after her injuires.

She is a silent person. She’s also guarded and reserved and she doesn’t have any close friends or any friends for that matter. Friends are a myth. Nobody can care about you and share your secrets or be with you in your times of trouble. They always end up fighting with you then letting out all your deepest secrets, they can even help in destroying your life.

She wakes up today feeling a little bit light headed, maybe it’s because of the cold she caught from staying in the rain yesterday. She rubs a head a little to soothe the pain but it doesn’t help one bit. Oh well, life is never easy.

She drags herself up and turns the heater on before stepping under the shower. When she turns the knob, hot water pours down and burns her skin, but she doesn’t feel it. Her injuires might have healed but her spirit will never be healed.

The trauma from that night will never leave her. She tried therapy but it didn’t work. Every night, every single night she fears that it will happen again. She tries to prolong the day as much as she can but what can she do? She isn’t God.

She turns off the shower, steps out and wraps a towel around her. She goes back into the adjoined bedroom and picks out her usual clothes from her wardrobe. A knee-length skirt, a shirt and a warm sweater. She pulls on a coat because it is cold outside. She swings her bag over her shoulder and slowly trudges out of her room.

In the hallway, there are many students. Some making out, some talking, some giggling and some bullying. Bullying used to be very rare here -because this isn’t high school - until some talented kids from less privileged backgrounds were allowed to come to the expensive school without having to pay any tuition fees.

The funny part about all that is that the less priviledged kids were actually the most talented kids in the whole school. The rich kids are talented for sure, but not as much as the lower class. Yvonne? She never got bullied. She never talked to anybody and nobody talked to her. She didn’t have time for these people who had nothing better to do with their time.

Since she was a child, she had always wanted to play the harp in an orchestra. She plays numerous instruments, but the one that touched her heart the most was the harp. There was just something about the way it feels when her fingers stroke the strings and the way the music filled her soul when she played. It was the only thing that prevented her from committing suicide.

She gets to her locker, presses her thumb for finger print verification and swings her locker open. Immediately she does, it is shut from behind her.

“Just look who we have here.” A surgary voice from behind her says. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Everybody knows Bella Breeze, the girl with the angelic voice. She was an aspiring singer with the most beautiful and unique voice you would ever hear, she had a beautiful face and body too but too bad for her, her personality was completely rotten.

Yvonne decides to ignore her and reaches her hand to open her locker again but Bella slaps it away. “You have the nerve to show up here again? How can you be a prodigy if you can’t graduate from one single course after four years?” She asks mockingly.

The only reason why Yvonne hadn’t completed her course in the playing of the harp was because of her injuires but not many people knew about it. Most of her course mates had graduated and some of them had made it to the orchestra but others weren’t so lucky. Bella was one of the juniors who entered the school last year and she had heard the unrealistic rumors people had been circulating about Yvonne and being the person that she is, she just wanted to be all nosey about it.

“I’m in quite a hurry so please excuse me.” Yvonne says calmly, opening her locker again. Yvonne felt sorry for Bella. She was one of the mindless idiots who thought that making people feel bad would make her feel better, well she was absolutely wrong.

“Don’t you dare try to ignore me!” Bella whisper-yells. She probably didn’t want anybody to know that Yvonne was ignoring her. She was an attention seeking type.

Yvonne pulls her out her book on everything you must know about the harp, she also pulls out other books on musical instruments she would need for her class and turns around to walk away. Bella watched her amusedly as she took her books but she grew infuriated when she began to leave. In a split second she knocks Yvonne’s books out of her hands.

Yvonne is a silent person but she isn’t someone who would allow anyone to walk all over her. She did that once and it nearly ruined her life. Her ocean blue eyes turn dark as she glares at Bella. She is definitely not going to let her get away with that. She doesn’t waste time in grabbing her pepperspray from her bag and spraying almost half the bottle into Bella’s eyes.

Act now and think later has always been one of Yvonne’s greatest flaws but for now, it was a good thing to her. She smiles triumphantly when Bella screams in pain and drops to the ground clutching at her eyes. The hallway is entirely silent as they watch the girl writhe in pain. Her two wannabes are standing behind her with their jaws resting majestically on the floor, not knowing what to do.

Yvonne bends over, picks up her fallen books and saunteers to her class like nothing happened.