Creepypastas

Accidents Happen

'Like the back of my hand' as the saying goes. She'd made literate of the saying, for that surface of her hand had become a familiar sight as the days passed. The topside of her hands. During class, while the teacher's voice echoed mindlessly at the front of the room, she'd stare at the topside of her hands that she kept laying on top of her desk, her mind galaxies away; she was numb to the noise. Numb to it all. To the words thrown her way, to the shoulders she received in the hallways, all of it. She stopped caring long ago, and she couldn't comprehend why they still did.

"Weylyn!" She was noticed. Weylyn turned her dark green eyes from her hands, which were laid flat on her desk, to her teacher. The teacher gave her a sharp "pay attention" and continued on with the exercise, like always. She went back to staring at her hands, and fell back into the gray oblivion where one's notice was nonexistent.

There was a unit of chemistry that she'd come to understand; the social world was an invisible circle. At the center, the nucleus of that circle, were the people considered to be 'attractive'. Outside that group was a thin line of geniuses; who people only respected in hopes of getting something in the future in return.

After that was a scattered group of beings that were targeted for bullying. Weylyn was not part of any of those groups.

She was on the outside of the circle, in the abyss of gray fog. It was the haze that no one cared about. She was somewhere in that fog, unconsidered and unobtrusive.

She used to simply observe the inner circle, try and understand what made her so dissimilar in comparison to them. She eventually gave up, and fell in love with the pros of having to worry about nothing other than herself.

The empty canvas of her sketchbook paper was all she needed. She didn't need to see the real world, when she could create alternate universes of her own.

"She never pays attention." Someone said.

"Yeah, she's probably stupid. There's definitely something wrong with her."

Weylyn favored darker clothing over lighter, it made her feel warmer in spite the fact that she was always cold, even when the sun lashed its golden fingers on her for hours, her pale skin would still rise if she removed her black, light sweater.

"Class field trip." Those unusual words caught Weylyn's attention. She held her medium-length, dark brown hair out of her face to look at the teacher.

"We will all be visiting Thead Lake next week to observe the water quality in comparison to roadside streams..." Minutes later, permission slips were handed out.

The next day, Weylyn handed in hers and a week later she was riding on a bright yellow bus with her classmates towards the location. Due to the fact that it was Winter, the bus windows were coated with white frost on the outside and the blurred trees they passed were loaded with fresh snow.

She kept to the window with her legs pulled up, her knees on the back of the seat in front of her. She could faintly make out her reflection in the window, and was fascinated by the dimension within the glass. The ability to clone reality was... amazing. "You know Thead Lake said backwards is Death Lake," someone said.

"That's stupid and cheesy," someone else responded.

What a dumb name, she thought. Besides, if it had any actual meaning, they wouldn't be off on a field trip to it.

The most of the day went as she had expected—boring and pointless. The only thing that had caught her attention was the giant reflection of the sky and trees around that the frozen lake portrayed.

While the class was taking samples from a near pond, Weylyn wandered towards shore and stared down at the frozen hydration. She tapped her toe testingly on its surface, gradually adding pressure until she was leaning all of her weight onto its unfaulting surface.