Faces of Divinity.🖤

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❝ story statistics ::

╭❍ Words :: 1,184

╭❍ Characters :: 5,135

╭❍ Paragraphs :: 32

╭❍ Estimated Reading Time :: 6 min.

╭❍ TW’s :: Suicide, murder, heavy swearing

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✦ time taken:

៚ 2-3 hours!

✦ writing status:

៚ on-going/incomplete

✦ apps used:

៚ wattpad, grammarly

✦ other stories:

៚ Madeline’s Cloak🤍.

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chαptєr 1

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✫ I sat on my bed my dark brown curly hair tied up on the top of my head. My tan caramel skin glowing in the glistening light of the setting sun. My light blue eyes glued to the phone in my hand. The small freckles that scattered across my face angered me as I looked at them in my camera. I released my phone and looked around my room at the horrific pigsty that my pretty white carpet was drowned in. My clothes stretched across my pink bed frame onto the floor. The vanity covered in my cosmetic wipes. My bed table covered in nail polish. A wave of irritability rushed over me and I completely drowned in it. I got up and tossed everything where it belongs and I felt as though I had cleansed my soul. As I stretched in relief my mom's voice echoed through the house.

"Jenalyn!" she hollered. "time for dinner"

I carried my cups through the long hallway with dark wood flooring and into the kitchen. the granite counters stood behind my mother big and tall. As she surveyed my hands i could see the annoyance grow in her face as the corners of her mouth curved down.

"Why do you have all of those dishes in your room?" she asked.

"I forgot to take them out," I exclaimed, putting one by one into the sink.

"Well, that's not okay."

"Sorry," I exclaimed walking into the dining room.

Dad was already sitting at the table ready to eat as always.  His brown hair wet and falling onto his face and his bright red robe stuck against his pale skin. I wouldn't say this out loud but dad was my favorite. He saved me, mom.. mom just uses me, using me to live in this rigid boring town. In all honesty, I miss my real parents and I miss . Before everything got bad I loved it there. Being an orphan became so difficult when no one wanted me... When no one could afford me. Things are rough on the outside and people started selling orphans like me to make a profit and feed themselves. As I sat and thought about my parents I was interrupted by a loud burst of conversation.

"Did you guys hear about the girl who committed suicide today?" dad croaked. "She goes to your school, Jen."

"What..." I started, instantly feeling my stomach churn.

"We'll watch it when you're done eating," he exclaimed, nonchalantly as he ate his food.

Dinner time was over and it was time to discover what he was talking about. He turned on the news and sat next to me on the couch.

On the bright screen, the news lady appeared and said, "Tonight we have some dreadful news. Jayanti Tullía, a student from Monarch High-school was found dead in her 2 bedroom house. The mother was said to be asleep when this tragedy occurred. Detectives are swarming the house on south gate road. As of right now, it has been ruled as a suicide. Everyone, please hold Jayanti and her Family in your hearts."

I sat there my jaw fell from the rest of my face, my eyes filled with water and my body ached in agony. This has never happened before and I couldn't even make a sound. Dad wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him.

"Daniel! Why would you show her that? What is the matter with you?" mom hissed, snatching the remote and shutting off the tv.

I left the couch and walked to my room shaking with every step. Jayanti was an amazing happy person. Why would she do that to herself? It just didn't make sense. The next day at school was intense the hallways were full of crying people. It was as though despair flooded the school. As I dragged my feet across the beige floors I heard fast footsteps approaching and a firm hand grasp my shoulder.

"Jenalyn! Are you deaf or something? I've been calling you from down the hall," she said exasperated.

"Sorry," I yawned.

It was my best friend Estelle Rufina. She was a bright, energetic person. Her light brown hair was normally in a neat bun tied to the back of her head with a scrunchy, and she always left one strand of hair hanging in the front. She wore cute harry potter glasses and had deep hazel eyes. Her lips were thin and her skin was rosy. I loved her of course but sometimes she was too much for me.

"Did you hear ab—"

"Yes, of course, I heard about it Elle," I disclosed, "Do you not see everyone around you? Who doesn't know?"

I walked away from her and headed towards my locker. As I strolled down the hallways I saw Jayanti's locker. It was covered in flowers, letters, rest in peace cards, pictures of her with people. It was a sore sight to see. It made my eyes swell and my throat choke up. I held back the waterfall of tears that were attempting to emerge and continued towards my locker. My eyes looking down into my phone I heard loud abrupts of laughter coming from down the hallway. I immediately lifted my eyes to see Luke. Luke Mccan was my ex-boyfriend, our relationship ended on awful and he never let me forget it. Every time he saw me he made sure I noticed him and he did it in an awful way. He practically harassed me, ever since we broke up at Tianna Massey's party. He had short messy dirty blonde hair, His eyes were light brown and his skin was an olive color. He was about 6'0 feet, he played on the lacrosse team, he was built and had the sharpest jawline. He had about every single girl drooling over him. Except for estelle since she said he's not her type and she doesn't like arrogant assholes.

"Watch where you're walking bitch," he scoffed pushing past me.

I said nothing. I never said anything to him because there was no point, he was hard-headed and starting an argument was going to get me nowhere. After the dreadful walk across the school, I had finally reached my locker. As I rearranged my locker I heard Estelle rush up behind me.

"Hey. Are you okay?" she asked moving into my view.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You're my best friend cmon I know you."

"I'm just a little shaken up that's all"

"You could've just said that! I'm gonna pick us up some ice cream and then I'm coming over after school okay?"

"Sure," I grinned, Estelle always knew how to cheer me up.

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A week later that day the girls went to Jenalyns house to watch the news and were informed that Jayanti's case was no longer ruled a suicide, it was actually a murder. A private investigator hired by Shana Tullia (Jayanti's mother) discovered a dirty unknown fingerprint on the pill bottle that Jayanti overdosed on. Police are now looking further into Jayanti's death.

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