You were new to the neighborhood. A shy young lady who wasn't all that fond of human interaction, nor were you the kind to speak, even if someone else were to speak with you.
You had heard rumors about this new neighborhood and occurrences in which murders and kidnappings had taken places. These all tended to happen within short times of each other and were always, (At least this is what the media said) Done during the wee hours of the morning or late night.
You honestly believed it was nothing more than hokus-pokus child's play stories.
It was your first day of school, packed and ready to go, you rushed from the house wearing your anxiety like the heavy comforter still resting upon your bed upstairs. You sat by the bus stop, feeling the rain drench your skin. It felt nice. It felt like freedom. Like this would be your last move, that it was for the better, that your grades would pick up, and that your life would finally start to improve.
You noticed the bench move and immediately opened your eyes and looked beside yourself to see a new kid there. He sat with his hands folded, resting his face in them. His black hair draped over his shoulders and hands. He seemed strange, like you. His skin was pale, like yours, he was dressed in a hoodie and black pants, your usual school-wear. You wondered if you should say something, but it was too late, the bus had just arrived.
As he unfolded his hands from his face, you noticed his deep red lips and unusually pale skin. It wasn't a natural pale. It wasn't make-up. It was almost a bleached look. His face had a scar-like pattern running from the corners of his mouth to his ears. It curved into a smile, almost, no identical, to the joker.
Was he just a weird kid, or was there something more? You both got on the bus, the first stop. And you were the only two for quite some time. An awkward silence and several awkward glaces were passed. You sat adjacent to him, rather, he sat adjacent to you. You took your seat first.
"My name's Jeff." He gave a half-hearted smile and twiddled his thumbs.
"Mine's Stephanie. It's nice to meet you, Jeff. I apologize if I was acting strange..."
"Not strange at all..With my looks...Who wouldn't?"
He almost seemed entirely pleased by his unusual, and by most others perception, ugly or grotesque looks.
"Well, I don't think you look unusual or bad...If that's what you mean." You looked into his deep, black eyes. The thick black that surrounded his eyes made it seem like he lacked eyelids, he never even blinked...How could he stand the pain of such dry eyes? His eyes were bloodshot, yet somehow attracting and alluring.
"Quite the opposite, actually...After what happened...I find my appearance quite beautiful...Very, Very beautiful."
You were just about to ask him what happened, but the next stop had come, and the bus filled with high school students. Maybe on the way home...maybe next time. You just needed to talk to him. It was desirable, yet sinister. He wasn't normal, that was for sure.
As people surged by, you glanced over one last time to see him glaring at you with those unrelenting eyes; that smile, literally, carved into his face.