Fifteen

Fifteen.3

"Sophie, what am I going to do?" I mumbled into her fur.

"Meow," she replied in annoyance.

I move away and mock pout until she comes back up to me and purrs in my ear.

"You have been forgiven," I tell her as she cuddles closer to me.

"I'm screwed,"I say.

It's not like there is anyone that I could call. Since I am completely cut off from the outside world, I had no friends whatsoever. I don't even get along with the other girls from soccer. They are the kind of girls that talk constantly about their lives at school. "Did you see what Lucy was wearing today??" or "Davy is soooo hot!" Things like that, which means that I can't add to the conversation. There are the occasional, "Oh ya, I've heard of that," that comes out of my mouth but the key word here is "occasionally." More like rarely.

There was only one person in my whole entire life that would've, that could've been able to understand me. But, with that person being Toby, I basically kept to myself.

I look up and I feel the urge to go and look out my barred window. I walk up to my window, expecting to see my backyard and its sad sight, but instead I am greeted with the loudest commotion that I've heard in awhile.

"Oh. My. God!" I scream. "Why can't I just be normal?!" Referring to not just my rather acute hearing, but to my whole life.

Then, I remembered. What was that noise? I stand on my tiptoes so I can see the ground directly below my window and see.....nothing. My hands start to vibrate and I'm not sure why. It's almost as if...I reach up and grab ahold of two of the bars that are right next to each other and...

I should be scared. I should run away. I should, fight? Why, all of a sudden, do I feel the need to stand my ground? I've always had a flight type of personality, not fight! But most importantly, who was on the other side of my window staring right back at me?

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This...person...had eyes that looked kind of like mine but they were more of a red. He still had the same pupils that looked like slits in the middle of his eyes. There was something about him that threw me off. Where have I seen this...man...before? He looked vaguely familiar to me. But before I could remember how I knew him, he had mimicked my actions by putting his hands on two of the outside bars. My hands started to tingle again. It was like I was in some sort of trance, unable to be broken. His lips parted and they started to form words.

"Pull." He said. How could I hear him? He is outside and I'm inside! I shouldn't be able to hear him.

"Pull." He said again. Though this time with more authority.

"H..how...."

"Pull!" His voice was inside of my head and it was getting louder and louder.

His voice kept getting louder and louder until he...pulled? Yes. He started to pull. His hands that were on the bars started to pull apart, making a gap where the bars used to be. I just witnessed a human being pull two metal bars that were at least 3 inches across the diameter apart from each other. My hands started to vibrate and I did the same thing. That is not humanly possible. So if that isn't humanly possible, than he isn't human. If he isn't human, does that mean...

"Break." He interrupted my thoughts with a smirk on his face, like he knew what I was thinking in my head. "Break." He repeated, staring at me through the glass of my window. The bullet proof glass of my window. The only thing that was separating us.

"Break what?!" I shouted at him.

He cringed away for one second, but that didn't last long. He must have the same hearing problem as I am having right now. He grinned at me devilishly.

"BREAK!" He yelled so loud I thought I might pass out. I felt a tear drip down my face.

Then, there was another face in the window, but not for long.

The new face punched the other one square in the jaw. I caught a glimpse of him. His eyes were like mine, but they were more of a greenish color. His hair was bleached but I knew who he truly was.

"Toby," I whisper.

He had the same acute hearing as me, I could tell, because he looked up as soon as he heard my voice. He was still on the opposite side of the window. Recognition crossed his face as he saw me. That gave the other guy time to recoil and hit him back.

"Toby!!" I screamed.

And then, I did the unimaginable. My fist flew through the bullet proof glass.

I had to protect Toby. That was all that was going through my mind. To save Toby and to keep him safe. There were two bodies wrestling on the ground. One is Toby and I'm pretty sure that he is the one getting beat. I had fallen to the ground from my second story window and stuck the landing. I don't know how or why, I just know that I am freaking myself out.

I go up to the two figures and kick the person that was sitting on Toby in the throat. He then falls off of Toby and looks up to see who had kicked him. By the time his eyes met mine, Toby was on top of him. He punched him in the face repeatedly until his head slumped back.

"I..i..is he..."

"No." Toby's deep voice explained. "Just knocked out. We have to go. Follow me."

"What? I can't! I thought that you were dead, Toby! I can't just walk off with you! My mom would freak!" I shouted at him.

"We have to go." He repeated. "I'll explain on the way."

"Who was that guy?"

"Again, I'll explain on the..."

When he saw the expression on my face he immediately stopped. He closed the distance in between us and hugged me tightly. He pulled away and looked at my face with his arms still wrapped around me. I saw pain in his eyes but before I could ask why he had crushed his lips to mine. It felt like it only lasted for a second, and then it was over. He pulled back.

"Our first, and our last." He said.

"What?" I asked, completely bewildered.

"You'll understand later." He said as he started walking into the woods behind my house.

I looked back, not knowing why I felt like I needed to follow him and also not knowing if I would ever see my house again.

"I love you, mom," I whispered as a couple tears rolled out of my eyes. "I'm so, so sorry."