The Crimson Clock: Path of The Fallen

Chapter Six

A/N: Sorry, it's kinda late but here is chapter six!

Finally! I was free from the horrible beds and checkups. I could go home and sleep in my own bed, with my own comfortable pillows. Though, the doctor gave me many rules I had to follow like, No running, try to lay down or sit as much as possible, loose clothing, don't go out alone, if there is pain take my medication, if the pain gets worse call the hospital right away. Stay home as much as possible, If you're going to leave take the wheel chair if I have to walk a lot, blah, blah, blah. I was just happy to be home.

We turned onto our street, which was a great Deja Vu feeling. As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed a house next to ours, there was a large moving truck in the driveway. My grandma must have caught me staring because she smiled and said,

"Oh yeah, people are moving into the new house. I met them. Very nice people. They have a son, about your age. Pretty cute if I do say so myself."

"Really?" I glared at her as she helped me into the wheelchair.

I wheeled myself to the front door and caught another glance at the house. And there he was. The boy my grandma was talking about. I couldn't tell what he looked like, but he looked familiar. He caught me staring and waved. I quickly looked away, and wheeled myself into the house.

It didn't smell like cookies like it normally did. It smelled like cleaning products and a little bit of lemon.

I stood up slowly, and swung my backpack over my shoulders.

"Woah, Esme-"

"I'm fine, grandma." I slowly walked up the stairs into my room. I dropped the bag on my floor and laid on the bed.

I didn't realize how tired I was until I woke from my bed. A blanket was over me and a pillow under my head. And then I smelled it. Cookies. The smell was so much better than blood or a hospital pillow.

I didn't know how long I slept, but before I could sit up and look at my phone, the doorbell rang. Footsteps shuffled to the front door, and voices echoed in the entryway. Ones I didn't recognize.

I could only hear a few, "Nice to meet you!'s" and a "Oh she's sleeping."

I figured my grandma was talking about me. Curious, I stood up and walked out to the top of the stairs.

I froze. That was the boy from my dream. The brown soft hair, the striking blue eyes, tall, strong but gentile, kind and funny. That was him. How?

And a woman, assuming his mom, was next to him. Nobody noticed me, until cursed allergies decided to come over me, and I sneezed. Everyone looked up at me, and I silently cursed.

"Oh there you are! Come down sweetie, meet our new neighbors." My grandma waved. I slowly walked down the steps, holding my side with my hand.

"Esme, this is Mary, and her son Jaxton."

"Hello." I said. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I've never seen him before. How did I have a dream about him? Why is he so cute, and why can't I look away?

"It's great to meet you, Esme." Mary shook my hand, taking me out of my trance, and all Jaxton did was nod. "My husband, Ron, would be here, but he's working on moving some stuff."

Odiously. You are moving. I almost said that out loud, but I restrained myself. 

"Well come on in! I have cookies." My grandma beamed.

She led them to the living room, where everyone took a few cookies and sat on the couch.

I picked up my cat, Snickers, and I pet her as she purred and shed all over my clothes.

Mary and my grandma started talking, and I sat eating my cookie.

"So what was up with that wheelchair?" Jaxton asked me as he sat next to me.

"That's not a very nice thing to ask someone who has a wheelchair you know." I told him. I didn't really know that, but I assumed.

"Uh, sorry. I was just curious."

"It's fine. I had surgery."

"For what?" He took a bite of the cookie.

"Broken ribs. Two of them."

"Yikes. How?"

"Explosion. My friend landed on top of me."

By his face, that was not what he expected me to say. I just took another bite of my cookie.

"That sucks." Was all he said. I don't think he's a man of very much emotion.

"Yep." I set Snickers on the floor and slowly stood up to get a glass of water. As I sat back down, Mary had many questions for me.

"So what school are you going to in the fall?" She asked.

I told her my school. "Spring Hill." I said.

"Perfect!" She beamed. "So will Jaxie. Maybe you can show him around? That would help a lot."

I didn't focus on the rest of her sentence after she said "Jaxie'" I choked on some of my water, and said, "Sure."

"And you're how old?"

"Seventeen on August 12th." I told her.

"That's great! Jaxton turned on May 20th. So you'll be in. . ."

"11th." I said. "I'll be a junior this fall."

"Great!" Mary stood and brushed off her cookie crumbs. "Well, we should be getting back. I don't like to leave Ron alone with tools for too long." She laughed, and waved over Jaxton and they walked to the door, "Well see you soon! I hope you get better, Esme!" She said as she closed the door.

"Well isn't that a coincidence?" My grandma beamed at me. "He's your age, going to Spring Hill, and in your grade! I say it's fate."

"Fate isn't real, grandma."

"Well, if you ever get any interest, I just want to let you know that you have my approval. He seems like a nice boy."

"Seriously?" I groaned.

"Well excuse me missy. But if I was your age again, and a boy my age who looked like that moved next door, I would be wantin' his number."

"Well we're different. He's weird." I said.

"I guess so." She laughed and went to finish up more of the cookies.

I reached for the remote, and scrolled to Netflix, putting on my favorite show, Stranger Things. I had already finished the show, but I started re-watching it a few weeks ago.