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Standing in front of Beacon Hills High School were two siblings. Two siblings nobody really knew about. Two siblings nobody really cared about. One happened to be Victor Ravenhill. A relatively tall guy. He almost looked like he was made to be a protagonist in a 1920s gothic film. Dark bags were laced under his solemn dusk grey eyes. The eyes that seemed so dull held a silenced anger, reserved for something special. His posture was strong despite his outwardly strange appearance. His black hair was longer than most men kept theirs. It fell at his shoulders in surprisingly healthy strands. He dressed like any normal kid would. Except just darker. Nobody really had an opinion on him. Mainly because he talked to no one. And for the first time, his younger sister. Only by a few months but still younger. Amnesia. It was an odd name. It was the type of name where she would sit face down at her desk, hearing teachers read her name aloud for attendance, hearing kids try and stifle their giggles and whispers at the absurdity of her name.
Amnesia looked nearly identical except for a few crucial things. She didn't dress normally at all. At least what other people thought was normal. She wore lacy, loud fashion that was as dark as her hair. Other days they were layered tops and ripped tights with boots that jingled when she walked. It made her feel comfortable in her own skin. She always had a sense of freedom with her fashion. It helped her express herself despite the judgement of others, because truly she grew up out of the ordinary. But as the two stood in front of that building, she was shaking like a wet dog. Her eyes were glued to the ground. She had spent so much time at home she couldn't face anybody. Worst of all? She could be perceived. Amnesia's gut twisted with something nasty. She nearly thought she was going to gag. The mere thought of it was enough to make her light headed. But her legs refused to move.
They stayed glued in that one spot. She felt a headache start to form like a brewing storm. She looked up through her bangs to glance at Victor. He seemed to be waiting for her to move. But she didn't. "I can't. I can't go in, I need to go home." She begged, her voice cracking with every word. Her voice was already quiet enough. It's not like she used it to talk and make new friends. Victor didn't say anything. He tugged her hand and made her drag herself forward. Amnesia felt her knees buckle as she dropped to the rough concrete. Her actions definitely got her some stares. It only made her shake even harder. She felt the familiar ache in her gums and the itch beneath her skin. Hide. Hide away. Hide. Just leave. Run. Go invisible or just die in a hole somewhere. Victor seemed like he could read her mind as he yanked her up by the arm and grabbed her shoulders. "Don't you dare." He snapped roughly, getting in her face. "You want people to know what you are? They'll hunt you with pitchforks and torches. Stop being a crybaby and let's go."
Amnesia didn't know how to react. Her gums only ached harder. This one kid kept looking at her. Their eyes burned into the side of her head. She noticed despite her desperate pleas and dramatics. And she froze. She covered her face with her hands and dug her dull nails into her forehead, throwing her head into an angle so the person couldn't see her face. If she wasn't at a risk of being stared at even more, she would've started screaming. But instead, she started hyperventilating. People definitely were staring but had to move on with their day. Victor's head lolled to the side lazily, seeing the person Amnesia desperately wanted to avoid. Something like fury flashed in eyes. He had that same ache in his teeth. But the finishing touch on the cake of panic and distress, the kid had snapped a photo. Victor tensed as he watched the kid look down. "Sia. Sia!" He barked, shaking her violently. Amnesia—or Sia in this case—peeked through her fingers. "Pull yourself together. He snapped a picture." Anger and fear bubbled beneath her skin in a volatile cocktail. Victor gave her a look before taking her hand and heading towards the boy. The guy who still was marveling at the picture didn't notice Victor storming up to him.
"Hey. Why are you taking pictures of us?!" His tone got even more aggressive with every syllable that rolled off of his tongue. The guy backed up, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “Hey, look man, I didn't mean any harm. I'm a part of the yearbook club. I thought your fashion was interesting.” Victor stared at the camera in his hands. "Delete it.” The guy raised an eyebrow. "What?” "Delete the damn picture." he paused to look at his little student ID that hung out of his pocket. “Carter." Carter swallowed, just staring at him for a hot second. He glanced down at the camera in his hands. Victor’s face was blurred out. But he didn't do that.
Not that he remembered anyway. "I…okay.” There wasn't much to work with. So he deleted it. What's the point of the face not even being visible? Victor watched him delete it but still felt the urge to wrap his hands around Carter's neck. “Don't do that again." Victor warned, leaning down to get in his face. “Okay. Okay. I won't." He relented as Victor rose back up. As the two siblings walked away, Amnesia caught two words. Fucking Freak. “Victor. Victor.” She repeated until he finally stopped walking. "What?” Amnesia hesitated. "He called us freaks.” Victor scoffed, his other hand reaching up to wipe his gums. "Is he wrong?” He chuckled, but there was no humor. "Now come on. We're gonna be late if you keep bothering me.” he gripped her wrist tighter, dragging her to the entrance.