Greendale

Satan Has Eyes

    After I return home for the day, I'm met with burning questions from both of my parents on how my first day went. I give them the ever year speech about how I already made friends and I love my classes blah blah blah, over a nice meal at the dinner table. After the food was cleared, I made my way up to my lair, washed up and got into bed with a nice book.

   After a while, I start to feel tired, I set down my book and drifted into a slumber. My dream of a picnic out with my three new friends; Sabrina, Theo and Harvey turned into darkness. Then the scene became clear again. It was the girl in red.

"I REFUSE! I WILL NOT VOW" Sabrina is yelling as she sprints across the dark meadow.

   My father is standing next to me, awe struck of the scene we were witnessing. I take off towards Sabrina.

"LYDIA NO!" My dad yells from behind me.

   She's crying now, tripping and slipping as men and women in dark robes steady pace behind her. As I'm catching up to the middle of the field, I am side tackled to the ground.

"ARE YOU INSANE" Ambrose look horrified as he pinned me down.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THEYRE HURTING SABRINA!!" I tried to scream, but he kept covering my mouth.
"They are saving her. She doesn't want to be saved." He sighed.
"Then that's her choice." I shook my head.

   My father then ran to my side, but not coming for me but, the black man that just tackled his daughter.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH" my father swings a fist at Ambrose.
"Sir" Ambrose dodges the first punch.
"Sir, I-" he dodges the second one.
"SIR, I WAS PROTECTING HER" he gave up as my dad landed a punch in the abdomen.

"Protecting her from what, Ambrose" a man stood behind where Ambrose fell onto the ground.
"WHO ARE-" my dad got cut off by a light that filled the sky. The man was glowing. He had knocked my father out cold.
"WHO ARE YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!" I get up to aid my father.
"Satans power is strong little one. You're next" the light filled the sky again. Darkness fell in my eyes.
"NO!" Ambrose screeches.

    I can only see black, my ears ringing continuously. It felt like an hour of darkness before I felt something. A man was carrying me. He was talking quietly, as if he was trying to let me sleep. Then darkness fell once more.

   I woke up in my bed. I remember that whole night. Ambrose knew what I was talking about, he lead me to believe I was being foolish. I sat up at the edge of my bed, trying to make any sense out of the scene that was resembled in my head. I saw her. Zelda Spellman standing in my backyard, staring at me through my window. I jumped back onto the bed. I sat in the middle for a few moments, trying to regain my fumbled brain. I look back out the window.

I see Zelda in her same spot, this time, she's not alone.

******

"You're right, she knows" Auntie says to me as I approach her behind the Clayton household.
I knew it.
"What is the council going to do to her" I couldn't bare the thought.

Zelda turns towards me.

"Listen Ambrose, I know you love this human, but you've loved plenty of humans. There will be more" she tried to smile at me.
"No, Zelda!" A tear rolled down my eye. "There's something different about this one, her consciousness overruled satan's power."
"The council will do what they please" she shook her head in sorrow as she headed back to the house.
"PLEASE AUNTIE! FOR ME!" But she never turned around.

   Lydia was watching us from the window. Horrified. I had ruined my chances, bound to normalcy and the girl who made me feel special once more, was terrified of my very being. I walked back to my house, ready to start my day like doom was not coming for the girl I vowed unconsciously for.

*****

   I had no idea what the Spellmans were saying. They looked pained that they were seeing me, outside my own window. Fear settled into my stomach.

"Dear, the eggs are ready!" My mother called up the stairs.

   How was I supposed to avoid the truth. Live a normal life surrounding them? What were the Spellmans? A cult?

"We have some news for you, darling" my mom looked up from her plate of scrambled eggs.
"Mr. Kinkle invited his best men to attend the dinner tonight. The family's invited. Please wear your best clothing." He never looked up.

   It was something to be proud of, yet he was so upset. I guess it was two lives he never wanted to collide.

"Yes, sir" he was surprised by my compliance.

   After breakfast, I walked out quickly to my car. I had a bad feeling I was being watched now. Did my dad know? There's no way, he would've moved us out.

   As I pulled into my spot, I circled the campus with my eyes, no sign of Sabrina. I didn't want to face her, something was laying in that family, something truly terrifying. Satan?

   I was more on time today, I headed straight for American history. Once I sat down, I scanned the room to feel some normalcy. Two juniors braiding each other's hair, a few jocks, chatting each other up about the big game this Friday night and three girls, engrossed in this weeks fashion magazine. It felt peaceful.

"Good morningg" Harvey lowered next to me.
"Hi" I stared at the two blondes in the front, studying the terms on the board.
"Are you okay?" He seemed confused.
I thought for a few moments. Should I ask him? Or should I feel him out? I needed something.
"Yeah. Have you noticed anything weird in this town?" I bit my lower lip.
"Uh..." he sat on it for a minute. "I'm sure I have"
"Me too"
"Like what?" He stared bullets into me.
"...It doesn't matter" I shrugged it off.

   I don't want to sound crazy. Or worse, they kill me for exposing their true monstrous forms.

"Sooo...I hear you're coming for dinner tonight" he smiled with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, my dad seems real thrilled" I threw him a sarcastic grin.
"Yeahh. It's really boring, but at least you will know me" his smile still plastered.

Oh shit.

"Hey Harv, my guy" I punched him on the arm
"Ow" he rubbed his arm jokingly.
"My dad...he uh..is the one that told me to stay away from the Kinkle line." I shot him a sad face.
"That makes sense." He shrugged.
"I'm sorry, clearly I don't feel the same as he does"
"I'll pretend like I don't know you have a butterfly on all of your folders" he chuckled
I gave him the same punch, we laughed all the way up till the ringing bell.

"Alright students, the Dust Bowl!" Mr Archman was ready for the day.