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Sreaming, I deftly turned tail and ran. I know I shouldn't have but I looked over my shoulder and saw Scott spinning around and black smoke unfurling out of his outstretched palm. He shouted something and the ...thing.... sreeched hidiously, retched,  twisted and fell to the ground. It lay there, twitching sickly for a couple of moments before it was consumed by the bright blue flames that had sprung up around it. 

I looked at Scott with wide, horrified eyes. In turn, he grinned at me in an annoyingly superior way, then stopped when he saw that I really WAS pretty shaken up with what just happened. 

" You've never expererienced this kind of thing have you?" He asked incredulously. Why the heck did he ask that with such disbelief? Was I SUPPOSED to know what he was talking about? 

" NO!" I yelled angrily. " NO, I do NOT have any idea what I just freakin saw! Do you have any sense of empathy or the slightest humanity becuase what I just went through was nothing that a NORMAL GIRL SHOULD have witnessed!" Hopefully he gets the idea that I'm scared, I don't know whats going on and I need HELP and ANSWERS.

" Ok, jeez" Scott mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets irritably," Just calm down, wil you?" 

" CALM DOWN?" I screamed,shoving him hard. " You have a lot of nerve telling ME to CALM DOWN! Ugh! Does the only person who knows what's going on HAVE to be such an ass?" 

" Hey! I'm trying to help you! But you need to lower your voice!" He cried accusingly. " And... I'm not the only who knows..." He added, muttering quietly, as if he didn't want to admit it.

What I thought? There were other people who knew about this? People who could help me understand why I'm in this situation. The true finally started to sink into me and I broke down.

I crashed down onto the side walk on my knees. Tears started to flow, though I tried to supress them. I put my head in my hands and sobbed quietly. I can't believe it! My whole life has been one big crappy lie! How am I supposed to cope with this? 

I looked up and saw Scott kneeling beside with eyes that were full of concern and a little bit of uncertainty and surprise. I realised that I must've spoken out loud and he didn't know what to do with a girl who crying on the street and had just seen something supernatural.

He put his hand awkardly on my back and my heart gave a slight flutter. What the crap? Did my heart really just flutter when he touched me? I stood up, brushing off his hand and wiped my eyes quickly.

" I'm fine now." I assured Scott stiffly. He nodded, reached down and grabbed my bag which must've fallen when I had run away. 

" Thanks." I say, taking it from his extended hand and slinging it casually onto my shoulder. Suddenly I remembered something and a flash of worry came through me. I HAD COMPLETEY FORGOTTEN ABOUT MICHAEL! I looked at my watch in alarm. 35 minutes from when I had left him, oh no, he must be out of his mind wondering where I am. 

" I-I gotta go." I stutter backing away. " I forgot something and I really need too- I mean I -  just- wait for me here." I turn around and start to run frantically in the direction of the library. Scott yells after me but I keep going.                                                                                                                                                             " Just wait there!" I shout. Luckily, He doesn't follow me. 

Breathing heavily, I push open the side door. I swivel my head around, my eyes scanning for Michael. He's there where we had previously sat. His face was pale and he looked extremely scared and worried. I hurried over to him.

" Hey, I'm really sorry." I say when I reach him. " Long line in the bathroom." The bathroom was the excuse I had used to see Scott. 

" You're lying." Michael said simply, narrowing his eyes at me. Crap, how did he know? I sighed and took a deep breath. 

" Fine" I said. " I was coming back but ran into a friend and next thing I know we're catching up on things together and then I just lost track of time."  He looked up at me. I put hands up and cry " I swear that's the truth!"

" Do you have any idea how I worried I was?" Michael hissed, angrily. " I honestly believed you just walk out and ditched me!" 

" I said I was sorry ok!" I mutter. " You don't know have to worry about me. And I wasn't going to ditch you either. I told you, I ran into a friend. "

He looked at me dubiously and then waves it off. " Fine." He says. " Whatever, I'll see you later, ok?" 

" Yah, ok" I turn and give him a quick hug before he gathers his things and makes his way out. I can't help feel just the tiniest bit of guilt.

Sighing heavily, I go and make my way back to the Alley way where I had met Scott. It was empty. Surely, he must've waited for me! I mean, he just told me that there were other people that  knew about me so why would he just LEAVE?????

" Scott?" I whisper yell. " Scott are you there?" Nothing. Wow. Ditched twice in one day. I look around and suddenly feel very unsafe. Wouldn't want my self to be attacked by another ...thing.. disguised as a cute puppy. I quickly glance at my watch, its getting a bit late. Feeling very dejected, I start to walk home. 

Shutting the door softly behind me, I step into the living room, expecting to see my mother and father sitting on the sofa watcing tv or reading the paper. Its empty. They're probably not back from work yet.

Leaving my bag on the kitchen table, I walk up the stairs to my room. I feel so tired. I open my bed room door. Not bothering to switch on the lights I check my phone for any messages left from Michael. None. Ugh, I feel like a mess so I walk into my bathroom to freshen up and I gasp. I look like a mess too. My hair is very noticiably desheveled and there are dark circles underneath my eyes. I groan, splash some water onto my face and run a brush through hair. When I finish I step back into my bedroom and flip open the lights. A deliberate cough causes me to turn around and I scream

. Sitting in my armchair with a casual  smirk on his face is Scott.  And there's blood all over his white t-shirt. 

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