Noise surrounds me. People talking, the wind as we rush past the low lit tunnel, the sound of footsteps and tapping of anxious people around me. And no matter how hard I try I just can't drown them out.When I can't, like right now, I always grab my pen and notebook. At least then the real noise in particular is out of my way as it mixes with the noise of characters in my head battling for my attention. I write until I can only hear them. Write until the blank page is covered in ink, until it is not just words conjoined together to make sentences and then paragraphs. Until it is pages and pages of a hidden story far from our reality.
"Hey." A person sat across from me.
"Did you read it?" I slammed the notebook closed, eyeing her suspiciously. Her smooth black hair with deep brown eyes and sharp features made her grab anyone's attention effortlessly.
"No. Is it a diary or something?" She looked amused. Did she seriously just mistake me for a girl that writes in a diary? Really? Do I act that secretive?
Someone poked me. I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow a little. What does she want? I'm just a freak who reads, is obsessed with anything fantasy, and survives off of candy.
"Can I read it?" She asks. She has something... off about her. Something that would make you do anything to get to know her. Something compelling and dangerous yet kind at the same time. I shouldn't judge. A lot of people have that edgy and sometimes mysterious vibe nowadays.
Maybe that's why people like her. She's like a witch. I glanced at the three onlookers who kept glancing her way every few seconds. I blinked away the thought and mentally slapped myself in the head.
Apparently now I think every weird person is a witch. Great.
She slowly took the worn leather notebook out of my hands while still remaking eye contact. I am one of those people who hate eye contact. So, naturally, I look away after five seconds. My new high score.
My fingers stay in place, pretending to hold my leather notebook filled with the words I wrote. The exact words I'm letting her read right now.
I let her take it. I let her take it! What the hell am I thinking! My work is trash. She'll hate it and tell everyone. What if she shows it to another person? Or laughs? Is it that bad? What if she thinks I gave it to her so she can keep it? No- I didn't give it to her. She took it out of my hands. Thief!
"Ai, this is good!" She flipped through the pages. Lies.
A weak smile tugged at the corner of my lip. No. She has to be faking. Has to be. How can she think those words scrawled onto the worn vanilla paper... is good? How can anyone?
"Thanks." Is the only word I allowed myself to say. She doesn't have to know my thoughts. Let her think her words mean something to me.
But then why did I smile if her words don't mean anything?
"Here, you can have it back." She handed it to me. Forcing myself to reach my hand out at a normal pace trying to mask my eagerness.
"Wha-" My notebook was sticky. I tried to pull my hand away. The leather stuck to my skin. What did she do? How is it all sticky and cold? What is happening to me?
Cold ink traveled up my arm, flowing up to my shoulders making foreign, but remarkably beautiful, designs.
In a crashing wave the pain set in. It gripped my body in a vice grip. Searing up my hand all the way into my arm slowly, painfully. I bite back a scream. My mouth fills with the taste of copper.
I opened my eyes to be greeted by an intense glowing light. Her features were twisted into a beautiful smile that in any other case would look so kind. But now, it's devious and instills fear in my heart. I freeze. I probably like a squirrel when it sees a cat. I almost laugh at the thought.
Panicking now I grabbed the notebook with my free hand and pulled. What am I thinking! Wake up, Louella! Jeez! The pain doubled. Foul words fill my mind and repeat over and over.
I scanned my eyes for help silently begging people to notice my excruciating pain. No one looked in my direction. No one responded to my desperate cries for help. No one even looked my way.
My eyes widened as the dark haired girl, who I still think is a witch, grabbes the notebook, too. This girl is insane!
"What are you thinking!" I screamed at her. The loud noise makes me cringe. I close my eyes. I can't see anything but white. It's blinding. I don't want to be blind!
I stood and ran to a pole, launching the girl after me. She was still connected to the book I suppose. Who cares? She's the one who did this! I whacked the notebook to the pole. My arms were sinking into it faster now. What once was paper started crawling up my arms, numbing the pain. I stared in horror as the tan liquid weaved around the foreign designs and up to the base of my neck.
A high pitched scream came out of the person right beside me. She got herself in this mess, she can get out of it. A part of me still pitied her. A small small part. But it is still there, I can't deny that. No matter how bad I want to right now.
The light is everywhere. I can feel the energy in waves coming from the light.
My head starts to throb in pain from the intensity. I could feel the substance encase my body. Traveling up my neck, over my ears, covering my forehead...
Relief. I thought as black washed over my sight.
Thump. I froze.
Something hit the floor. It was close... I can't breathe! Panic took control, i clawed at the thin mask covering my face like a raging animal. The pain in my lungs fueled my panic as my fingers slipped down the smooth mask covering my face.
Feeling an outsider in my own body I blindly grappled for anything my hands could get a grip on. Either to support myself and or try to dislodge it to get this horrible sheet of unknown substance off my face.
My muffles went quiet, my panic dissipated, my lungs burned, and my body crumpled from underneath me.
Thump was the sound as my body met the cold tile.
Author
Hi! I had to delete and re-do this chapter because I didn't like the other one. Don't worry it's the same just different wording and description. I apologize if I have any grammar mistakes.
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