That Day In August

Chapter Two: Unburied Secrets

Wondering where I am and how I was brought here realizing I was no longer I'm my bedroom anymore, I get up out of bed to look outside realizing I've been kidnapped while asleep last night and was far away from my home. A mirror to the side hanging up on the wall catches my eye with the morning sunlight reflecting off it.

I walked over to see my reflection but it wasn't me on the other side. The girl looked like me having the same brownish blonde short hair and hazel eyes but her eyes were a bit golden and her hair had a slight golden tent to it as well. We stared at each other copying each other's movements.

After a few minutes of staring and copying each other, she broke eye contact by glancing over at the door on my side of the mirror and pointed saying something but I couldn't hear or understand what she was trying to say the door slowly creaked open behind me I turn around to look as it was opening like someone was leaving the room.

I turned back to the boy in the mirror seeing the door on her side was open as well but she was leaving the room and gestured for me to follow her out of the room, closing the door on her side of the mirror behind her as she left the room.

I step out into an abandoned hallway getting a strong scent of whisky and cologne. "Well, it looks like the little rabbit got curious." A man's voice could be heard from behind me. I felt a hand grab me and spun me around as I was face to face with the man who looked familiar. His hair was neatly brushed back as he wore a suit with a velvet red tie and his eyes were a deep maroon red.

I brush his hand off "Zack.." I said with a low soft growl staring at him while clenching my hand tight "I watched you die..how is this possible you're supposed to be dead.." I say before getting thrown up against the wall causing the picture and oil lamps to shake.

He stares me down with a twisted sickening grin "oh? You don't believe the fact that I am alive? What if I told you I faked my death." He said getting closer I could feel his breath on my neck as the smell of his cologne was strong, almost making me nauseated.

I shove him off me as he stumbles back and drops the syringe busting it open as the substance burns on the wooden floor leaving a burnt spot behind. I look back at him seeing his expression had changed. He snarled and was getting ready to hit me.

I dodged and hit him in his crotch as he fell to his knees with his hands in between his legs "you little bitch." he said growling "you're fucking dead bitch." He added as he stood back up not giving up "oh?" I say with a smile "no I don't think so I'm not the one who's gonna be dead." I swung my fist up across his face followed by a loud crack in his jaw as he fell to the floor. "I'd stay down if I was you," I said, staring down at him with no emotion or mercy shown in my eyes.

He gets up and grabs me by the throat as he starts to choke me. I struggled to get him off me and I looked behind him seeing a mysterious man looking disappointed in me and started walking away. I slowly began to lose concessions.

Before I was completely unconscious I heard a blunt object break across Zack's head and he dropped to the floor, not moving blood started pouring out from his head forming a pool of blood.