Faceless

Monstrous emotions twirled up in Rosaleen's eyes as she stared back at her reflection from the mirror. What was real pain other than this?She could see bloodstains all over even though she knew they weren't there, but they were there. They stared back at her. Her pupils shook, firing back at the pool of blood." Rosaleen," her mother howled from the kitchen, a tint of excitement in her voice.This was when she snapped out of her daze. She reached out for the comb on the dressing table and brushed it past her hair.Her school uniform — a blue jacket on top of a white short sleeved shirt and a skirt which barely touched her knees, smelled of her new cologne.A satisfied look tore across her face as she did the final touching on her appearance.She pulled her knee-length socks and wore her black-fitted shoes.Her footsteps reverberated in the sitting room as she drew nearer.She took a seat opposite the refurbished art work that had cost her family so much." Breakfast is ready!" he

Mrs Williams turned around with a start and dropped the dish." Hi, mom," Rosaleen uttered and stood still for a moment.She played with her fingers as lines of stress formed on her forehead.Events that transpired in the morning replayed in her mind.Her words haunted her.Her every word read itself out in her head.Yes, she shouldn't have said them." Your father and Meg have gone out to purchase petrol from a nearby station," her mother announced, breaking into her thoughts and breaking the awkward silence that tore Rosaleen apart.Mrs Williams turned around again to continue her washing.She felt overwhelmed, nothing more than overwhelmed.Her lips pursed in suppressed fury, one she didn't want to let out." M..M...Mom, I'm sorry for what happened earlier," Rosaleen stuttered.Now she struggled again with those bubbles in her throat as they also struggled to not let her words come out remorseful.Her mother's displeasure in her was an understandable reaction. She watched her moth

These people had their ways. They had their ways of making you accept that you have committed the crime.They instill fear and terror in you.This was what she thought. This was what she had always thought." What do you know about the janitor's death?" he repeated, hostility tearing down the warmth his eyes were supposed to have." I know nothing."The man snarled, his weird bulkiness taking it all out." Do you think I don't know? You teenagers have this tendency of commiting crimes all the time."Rosaleen stared blankly, something boiling inside of her.Teenagers?Only teenagers?What about adults?Did they not also have the tendency?Rosaleen sat still, wishing and wishing. Why did he have to take out his fury on her? She wasn't the only student brought for the questioning. The drawings on the wall attracted her attention. Those drawings gave her somewhat....." I wasn't in the school when it all happened. I left for home before few students."Her conclusion came out soft, the