GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 12: SHITTY INSTINCTS

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'You've been cooped up way too long

It's obvious you're jaded

Couldn't just leave you all alone and risk your colors fading'

"Are you okay?" Rachel's question stopped me in my tracks, and I still had no idea about the answer.

I took in everything around in a rapid glance: the crowd all around, the music band taking a breath, the large sign indicating '0-3', the players all back on the field in the scrimmage, including the number 2, Diane's high-pitched voice chanting 'Go Spencer', and the late-afternoon sun peaking through the clouds and making this atmosphere more suffocating.

"No," I blurted out, shoving my pompoms in Rachel's hands. "I'm a little dizzy. Can you replace me?"

It wasn't totally a lie, and my head was spinning more and more as I realized what I was doing.

"Are you sure?" If I'd had a shadow of doubt before, the shine lighting up her blue eyes like I'd just given her the best present dispelled it.

"Yes, you go!" I said as I was the one rushing back towards the exit, not throwing a second glance around, even if I still felt eyes on me.

This time, I held my breath as I turned the corner, and I only let it out when I saw the tall silhouette leaning against the wall. I hadn't dreamed it. He was there, his hand still held out for me. 

This hand that had intrigued me so much, had he used it to take a life? This question crossed my mind as my fingers hovered over his palm, yet my decision was taken.

I didn't listen to the gossips, what I'd heard and seen, and I trusted what I'd felt. He had been the one to realize my birthday wish, making me forget while making this day unforgettable, and he was there again, offering me another escape that I desperately needed no matter how many times I'd pretended I was fine. So who was I to deny it?

I was probably 'reckless' or 'crazy' as rumors would say when I laced my fingers with his, but I left them behind as Blade led me away, and the light sparks invading me with his touch burned any question, except one.

"So where are we going?"

I had glimpsed his motorcycle since the start, and I couldn't wait to find back the freedom of the wind in my hair and the magic of another ordinary place.

"How about you decide today?" His answer froze my movements in front of the motorbike.

Once more, he was offering me an infinite of possibilities, yet most of the places that came to my mind were imprinted with Spencer's mark. As for the diner and park we'd gone last time, I feared it wouldn't be as magical; I preferred to keep the precious memories we'd had, and we probably weren't welcome anyway. There was also his secret place he'd talked about, but was I ready to see it?

"Trust your instincts." He probably guessed we would still be standing here in a month if I kept hesitating.

Though my lost eyes only grew bigger. My instincts, where were they in all of this chaos?