Take My Hand - Pure Heart sequel (ON HOLD)

Chapter 8- Mona

P.H sequel Chapter 8 Mona

            My mind wasn’t registering. Nothing in me was working; it’s as if someone pressed the pause button on me somewhere.

         The flying pieces of glass, my cut up face and clothes, and the boy—they were all there now—just sitting there.

        Everything around me was clashing and crashing and I was sitting, not registering or thinking of anything. Not responding.

        I thought that maybe I was in one of those visions because the chaos in the real world and in the visions, both scare me to death. The visions that I got—when I looked into Alex’s eyes—were very often now. I’d see them every time I looked deeply into his eyes, and for some reason the visions felt so real but they’re not actually real. Maybe I was looking into Alex’s eyes right now, but I doubted it.

        The boy was running after me trying to kill me—take me away from this world. All because I was a pure heart—special to them, yet not to myself. Why did I have to be ‘chosen’ to be a Pure Heart? Why was I ‘chosen’ to die? Did I do something wrong in my life god? Did I?

        He wanted me—not my friends. Starting to sing for some reason, I stared into nothing.

       Tick. Tick Tick. I’m dead—dead…

       Suddenly, I heard a loud scream and I instantly fell forward off my seat. I pushed myself up from the tight area between the passenger seat and the back one, and snapped back into reality.

      I realized the pieces of glass on the dashboard and Melissa crawled up into a ball. Her arms covered her head and she was shaking. Melvin was on top of Melissa, his face digging into her back. He was whispering something I couldn’t make out.

       What had happened?

       A sudden and bitter taste tingled my tongue. I swear I could’ve tasted that taste before. As I slowly reached for my mouth, I felt a liquid cover the tips of my fingers. Bringing my eyes to my hand, I saw a dark reddish color stain my hands. At first, I was frightened, but then I realized that if I panicked, I was dead.

Quickly, I found the source of leaking blood and covered it with the sleeve of my shirt to stop the flowing blood. With the other hand I reached for Melvin. The first thing I noticed when I touched him was that he was shaking. The second thing I realized was that he wasn’t actually shaking—but it was Melissa who was shaking uncontrollably under him.

“Melissa?” I whispered, my voice barely making a hint of noise in the air. “Melvin?”

          Melvin slowly picked up his head and started shifting away from Melissa, but she pulled him instantly back next to her. Melvin was surprised at the sudden action as much as I was.

“It’s okay Mels.” He told her softly, trying to comfort her. But she kept shaking, her head still tucked to her knees and her hands gripping tightly to Melvin’s shirt. Melvin began patting her hair softly and whispered in her ear.

        I wondered if I should say something, go pat her on the back or something, but, I just couldn’t dare. I felt guilty for some reason. Whenever Melvin turned to look at me, I felt as if he was looking at me in shame—maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t, maybe I was just imagining the whole thing. It’s not impossible. After all, the man who was just about to kill me was apparently invisible…

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          “I’m going to start driving the car now—what’s left of the car.”