Magnolia (p.t.v)

Chapter 1.

I was driving a car and it was very dark and eerie. Suddenly someone was in the middle of the road and I didn't see them until I hit them. My car flipped over and my seat belt was around my neck and it began choking me. I looked over and saw that the body was there. Within a blink, it suddenly was gone.
Suddenly, I saw feet near my window and I screamed. It was a suspicious man, I couldn't see how his face looked, it seemed like a blur. He had a blade and in his left pocket, he had a gun. He pulled the gun out and pointed it directly to me. I tried to move, tried to turn my car on so I could drive away, knowing my life was on the line, but I seemed to be stuck, paralyzed. My eyes widened and I heard a horrifying chuckle. My eyes looked over to the man in fear and before he were to pull the trigger, I heard his raspy voice say,

"You, are so ugly,

So fat,

So useless,

So worthless,

So weak.

You deserve to die."

He began to fade away, and left me clueless and afraid. My eyes looked left, and the recent relief I had vanished as I saw the man sitting in the passenger seat besides me. All I saw was a devilish grin on his face, he pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.

Soon it went all black.

My eyes burst open, my breath caught in my throat. Another nightmare. I shot up straight in bed, I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I looked all around me, trying to get a swnce of where I was. I saw all my band posters hanging, my keyboard in the corner, framed photo of fourteen year old Mike and I on the top left of my wall , I cringed looking at my prepubescent self.
Phew, I'm in my room. That was a terrible nightmare. Images flashed throught my head all at once. I thought as I lowered my body back onto my pillow and stared at the ceiling. What the hell? Again with those thoughts, that revolve around...those words...and her death. My eyes watered and I shook my head, shaking myself out of those thoughts and proceeded to open my drawer besides me. I grabbed my bottle of daily medication and took the same two pills, that were intended to keep me stable. Sighing, I stood up.

Seven months until Junior year is over.

Mags, you can get through it.

As I walked into my bathroom, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and rolled my eyes knowing just who it could be. I dug in my pocket, picking up my phone and looked at the screen.

Hime-Time: Hurry up! Tony and I are fucking waiting!

Before I were to type, the horn of his car burst into my ears. I aggressively opened my window, and yelled down. "I'm coming! Calm your nonexistent penis!" I watched him roll his eyes and scream, "Why the hell are you taking so long?!" I rolled my eyes, and shut the window. The scream of my aunt Nathalie rang in my ears.

"Magnolia!"

Jesus Christ, is everyone trying to make me deaf?!

"What?!" I yelled.

My aunt's wife, Diana chimed in, "Come downstairs for breakfast, Maggie!" I groaned, squirming into my jeans, and wrapping my headphones around my neck. Forget showering, I'm gonna be fucking late. I quickly applied mascara and let my hair fly past my shoulders. Grabbing my backpack, I ran downstairs, right past my aunts.

"Magnolia!" They both exclaimed, as I slipped on my sneakers.

"Sorry, guys! I'm gonna be late! I love you! Bye!" I rushed out the door, running towards Tony's car. The door was already open and I practically jumped in the front seat besides Tony. Jaime gave me his signature look, the 'great job, smartass' look, he basically gave me all the time. In both hands of his, he held a cup of coffee and homework, passing it to me as I shut the door. I sighed in relief.

"Ah, you guys. What were I to do without you?"

Jaime scoffed,"I know you wouldn't be alive if it weren't for me, Whitman would kill your ass."

I sat quiet for a moment, hesitating.

Honestly, sometimes I didn't want to be alive.

I shook my head, instantly. No, Maggie, no. Everyone thinks you're okay. You are okay. Even told the therapist so, and all the doctors. Don't get worked up.

You.

Are.

Okay.

"Earth to Graham? Magnolia! Hurry the fuck up!" Jaime yelled in my ear. I flinched, staring at him with my narrowed eyes. "Geez, Preciado! I'm right here, I can fucking hear you."

"We can't be late to trig, goddamnit. Whitman will fail me! Copy the damn worksheet, okay?" Tony replied, focused on the road.

"God, Jaime. Relax. There's just about...10 multiple choice that's all. I won't show work, it'll take me a second. Relax." I reached over towards the radio, and switched to the CD option. Soon, good ol' Radiohead began to play.

I pulled out my half-decent worksheet from my raggedy backpack, and circled all the answers within 2 minutes. "See? All done, smartass." I passed the worksheet back to him.

"Did I mention, some answers may be incorrect? I copied 'em from Tony."

"Hey! Are you calling me dumb?!" Tony yelled at Jaime, focusing on the road.

I scoffed, "I shoulda known. Mister Preciado hardly does homework, this time I was shocked. To think, I was kinda proud of you." I winked at him. He pursed his lips, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Did you guys speak to Mike yet?" I asked, and they shook their heads.

"All I know is that his brother came home, yesterday. I haven't spoken to him since before that," Tony replied.

"Ah yes, Victor Fuentes. I heard he's coming back here to Clairemont," Jaime informed.

"Really? As a senior?" I furrowed my eyebrows, and sat there confused.

Jaime shrugged towards me in response.

Suddenly, I bounced forward. I nearly hit my head towards the car, thanks to Tony's rough parking skills.

"What the hell, Turtle?!" Jaime exclaimed. "I could've died!"

"Do you wanna be late, skunk?!" Tony yelled back at him, calling him skunk as Jaime had a blonde streak in the middle of his spiky hair, thus looking like a skunk.

"C'mon, let's go!" Tony said, shutting off the engine. He opened the door and suddenly slammed it. I lazily slouched out, taking my nonexistent time, until I took a look at my watch. Damn it! I have 4 minutes to get to geometry! It's all the way on the 5th floor! Applause to Mr. fucking Whitman for his amazing classroom choice. I looked around, and both seemed to already abandon me, into the building. I sighed, knowing I was all alone, and that I had to run. Ignore what I said earlier about me not caring about being late. Mr. Whitman was all about attendance. He's scary. Unfortunately, I don't have long legs, or the power of running. I suck with my tiny legs and big thighs. I run as fast as a turtle.

I took heavy breaths every now and then, and I thought I was going to make it, until I bumped into someone...just right at the end of the parking lot.

Goddamnit, Magnolia. I looked up to the tall dude, his back faced towards me. All I could see, was the back of his long brown hair, and white T-shirt. I looked to the side, and it seemed as if his mp3 player flew out of his hands. I ran down and grabbed it, and stood in front of the guy. He refused to make eye contact with me, so I couldn't get a peek of his face. I was a short 5'0 and he seemed about 5'6. I heard him exhale and he aggressively grabbed the player out of my hands.

I hesitated in front of this stranger, and tried to put together an apology. "S-Sorry-"

"Save it," The guy said, still not making eye contact. He shoved through my way, walking towards the building. "Just watch where you're going..."

Soon, I was the only one left in the parking lot. I was filled with curiosity. That guy seemed familiar, yet I don't even know how he looks like. He seemed different.

Very different.

I let it go, and began to walk into the building, unfortunately left with this guy as a mystery.