The World Wasn't Enough - Chpt 1

Chapter 1
Coming Clean

The repetitive lullaby of violent rain beating down against the exterior of the bus stops bench causes my eyelids to lazily glaze over, once I finally managed to relax in my own skin for once. Very few raindrops stray out of alignment due to the icy wind and ends up landing unexpectedly upon my face, making sleep difficult to achieve despite how long I've been waiting here past sunset for absolutely nothing.
"Uh—are you a hobo or something…?" a flustered, yet feminine voice inquired in disgust.
My eyes lazily flutter open, idly locking on a young high school girl apparently glaring back at me, standing only a few feet away in the pouring rain.
"Well, are you going to answer me?" she began to raise her voice whilst her patience grew thin, a drawn out sigh escaped from my lips, appearing to be at her displeasure.
"I'm simply waiting for the bus; this is a bus stop after all, is it not?" I muttered questionably, scanning her thin, trembling figure, everything about her left me questioning.
Her dripping wet black hair that oddly framed her pale face in a unique hairstyle that I've never seen before immediately caught my attention. She wore a drenched school uniform that was made up of a red fleece sweater, tie, and skirt with a black undershirt and thigh high stockings; each item of clothing now soaking her to the very bone as she noticeably refrained from shivering with her jaw locked tight. I couldn't help but notice that she was holding her bag to her chest as if she were defending something valuable within, fearing I were to try and harm her. She was even wearing dark sunglasses, despite the current unfitting weather, which I couldn't help but find odd, as if she were trying to hide her identity for whatever reason.
"Whatever..." She growled in defeat, scurrying in my direction to take a seat beside me, making sure to brush off non-existing dirt from the blue plastic bench. After a few moments of silence between us had passed, I felt the need to question her reasoning,
"Why would it even matter if I were homeless…?" I asked, she didn't reply right away.
"You never know what someone may be driven to do… You could have been waiting for someone to mug, for all I know. I obviously don't know you, so I wouldn't know any better." The girl sighed, placing her school bag underneath the bench as far away from me as possible, her guard remained still.
So is she just from very cautious, possibly paranoid…?
"I see… Well, I assure you that I have no intention of mugging you," I paused, slightly smiling to myself, "And you're right, you don't know me."
She continued to be silent, apprehensively fumbling with the cute cat charm on her cell phone, possibly waiting for someone to text or call her, I assumed.
"So, what grade are you in…?" I asked, apparently taking her by surprise.
"Is this your way of getting to know me or something…?" she faintly, yet daringly snapped as she brought her attention back to me.
"I'm just trying to be friendly is all, it's not like I'll ever see you again," I smiled at her, reassuringly.
She didn't reply right away, she simply stared at me from behind her dark shades that conceal her true identity as she appeared to be contemplating something.
"Maybe you're right…" she finally, yet hesitantly began, "But what would happen if we were to meet again? Can I really trust you…?"
"That's not up to me to decide, it'd simply be fate," I softly chuckled, teasingly.
"Mm… I suppose." She muttered, turning away and appearing to be lost in thought.
I couldn't help but stare at her visible bruises revealed upon her wrists that her sweater couldn't manage to hide. I began debating whether or not to bring it up, I didn't want to offend her and it isn't even any of my business. After a long silence, I opened my mouth to speak but was unexpectedly cut off by her speaking.
"If I were to tell you something, would you even believe me?" she asked, continuing to stare down at her phone, expectedly.
"Oh—of course." I sputtered, puzzled.
There was a brief silence between us before she found the words to speak.
"I'm only telling you this because I hope more than anything that I won't have to cross your path again in the future and trust that you're not the type to go and tell someone else," She paused, avoiding eye contact, "I've never told anyone else this, could tell you've been staring at my wounds."
"Uh—I'm sorry, I didn't—" I choked out, hoping to not offend her as I became anxious.
"Don't worry; you're the first to notice, actually, which is why I feel the need to tell you so badly."
Again, there was a familiar silence… I was unsure on what to expect anymore, I felt that I had her figured out in some way, though I honestly don't know anymore. She deeply sighed, slowly removing her shades to reveal deep forest green eyes flooded with sorrow, causing me to unintentionally blush while she put the away glasses in her bag.
"Have you… ever known someone who has been abused?" she asked, turning to look me directly in the eyes, her pallid cheeks became fleshed and her eyes were glossy.
"Um—yeah, my mom… But I never really knew her," I somewhat lied, trying to appear sincere and that I had some understanding.
"Oh… I see," she murmured, looking away to focus on her phone again, trying to hide the fact that she were nearly to cry as she tightly gripped her phone, turning her knuckles white and sniffled softly.
"Why do you ask…?"
"I don't know where to start…"
"Well, you said that you've never told anyone, so I'm sure you have a lot to say that you've kept bottled up inside," she didn't reply, thought I felt I had accessed a gateway to getting through to her, so I didn't want to let this chance go since she obviously wanted someone she could trust.
"Would you rather me ask you questions to try and help you start?" I momentarily asked, avoiding any more silence between us.
"If you think it'll help, then sure."
"Okay, well…" I pondered to myself, wondering what would be appropriate to ask first, "Are you… trying to tell me that you've been abused?" I finally asked; she nodded in return, showing signs of anxiety welding up inside her. "What kind of abuse is it, just physically?"
"…And sexually." She murmured; cringing as she seemed surprised she was to be saying this to me.
"Is it by someone close to you…?"
"…It's my boyfriend, so I guess, yeah…?"
"And you're still with him?"
"Technically, we're not together, but in his mind we are. I switched schools just to get away from him, but he practically stalks me and thinks I'm still his property or something…"
"Why haven't you told anyone?"
"I'm… afraid they won't believe me, my foster parents think he's perfect and that he'd never hurt me. Plus, I don't want to be a burden to them after all they've done for me…"
"Ah, I understand… That must be hard with him giving them the wrong impression and all," I sighed, deliberately running my fingers through my thick hair, "Does he beat you?" I continued to ask.
"As you can see…"
"Oh, yeah… I just didn't want to make any assumptions, sorry. That being said, can't you show them your bruises as proof?"
"I've thought about it multiple times before, but that's when the idea of being a burden comes in… I'm also scared that  think I did this to myself just to get attention or something, I honestly don't know how they'd react."
"Well, can you at least tell an adult that can help you get through this? Have you tried to be more assertive with him to where he'll finally get it…?"
There was a long silence as she quietly thought to herself.
"I honestly don't know who to turn to for help; I don't want to be a burden to my family and friends, so I sometimes feel as if this is what I deserve. I realize that I'm going through the same thing as my mother had been put through with my biological father. The only difference is that it had lead to her suicide," she paused as my hands formed into fists of rage and discomfort once she began talking about her mother. "I've only thought of doing the same thing as her… I once thought that she was selfish for taking her own life and leaving me behind, though I now understand that no one should have to live their life with this pain and suffering." She muttered, grimly.
I was speechless, unsure on how to reply properly.
"I'm sorry; I can't imagine how hard this is for you… All I can say is that I'm positive your mom wouldn't want this for you and despite me being a complete stranger, I'd be upset regardless and miss you if you were to kill yourself," she didn't reply as she stared down at the flooding street, contemplating.
It wasn't until then that the bus suddenly showed up, deliberately pulling up to the curb in front of the bus stop. Before she rose from her seat and grabbed her belongings to leave, she turned to me and quietly asked, "Aren't you coming, too…?"
"This isn't my bus, it seems. I guess I'll just have to wait a while longer," I lied, taken aback by her sudden scowl, "It was nice meeting you, I hope things improve for you, I really do." I added.
She simply nodded, "Thanks, by the way… you never told me your name." she murmured.
"The names Gaven," I smiled, her expression remained un-phased.
"My name's Lea," she paused as she stared deeply into my eyes, "Well… it was nice meeting you, too. Good-bye, Gaven." She waved in apathy, and then turned to board the waiting bus.
"See ya later, Lea." I replied on impulse, she momentarily paused before shrugging it off and disappearing from sight on the bus and within moments faded into the darkness of the storming night.
Sitting here in silence, I rested the back of my head against the clear plastic of the bus stops frame, gently closing my eyes as I thought to myself in regret. I felt somewhat bad that I had lied to her, she was obviously aware that that was the last bus to arrive for this route for the night, which is why she had shut herself off from me after that. And it seemed to hurt her that I wouldn't be honest with her as she had with me, which I could understand.
Yet, I couldn't help but wonder if we were to meet again. I mean, it is a small world after all. I feared that by me telling her I'd never see her again, would end up destroying everything if I just so happened to end up going to the same school as her now that I've just moved here with my father and younger brother. It wouldn't necessarily be my fault, at least. But then again, I had convinced her that the odds of us being part of each other's lives were more than slim. That now leaves me with being completely unaware of how she may respond if the opposite were to happen. And even though, I had never seen her once in my life up until now; I knew that deep down inside, I longed to come across her in the future, for reasons I couldn't even understand.
I guess all I can do is wait and see, hopelessly waiting for the day where I will be able to see her once again.