Nevermore Academy || Marilyn Thornhill and fem! OC

Chapter Six

Five days had passed since Marilyn and Eris had found the dismembered corpse on the road connecting Nevermore to Jericho.
The sheriff had come soon after they'd called, with two more police cars in tow. They had shut off the street and started marking and investigating the scene. Miss Thornhill and Eris had been questioned before they were allowed to finish their way to the school. Over the next days, they had had to give formal statements to the police, but to Eris' frustration weren't allowed to know anything on the officers findings.
Eris had asked for the therapy session to be postponed and Ms.Weems had hesitatingly granted her wish.

Since then Eris had been haunted by dreams, in which she was back in the road, feeling the same longing to walk into the woods. Some nights she had been simply standing there for hours and hours, not daring to cross an invisible line between her and whatever was calling her. On some occasions though her legs started moving involuntarily, into the woods and it's darkness. There she had found herself engulfed in misty fog, whispers tickling her ears from all sides. Unable to see where she was and what was creating the whispers she just kept on walking deeper into the clouds of darkness, following the sounds until the voices seemed to come from right in front of her. She'd stretch out her hands, feeling blindly. And with a sudden jerk she was pulled forward by some force hidden from her sight. That's when she'd wake up, panting and trembling, waves of inexplicable terror crashing over her.
She knew she wasn't feeling scared in the dreams. It was a mixed sensation of dark joy and excitement each time she stepped into the mist, but upon waking she was filled with dread and horror.
It confused her to no end. The dreams had her feeling tired all the time too.
At night she was dreaming and by daytime she couldn't stop pondering what she was dreaming about.

Haunting her also, was Eris' nosy twin sister. She was throwing questions her way every chance she got. Apparently their fight from before was erased from Jocelyns mind completely, and in it's place, the mysterious death of Jeremy Wile. That had been the name of the dead person Marilyn and Eris had found dismembered in the street. The news was brought to her sister by a local paper she had seen by coincidence, while visiting various shops in Jericho. Upon her arrival back at the school, Jocelyn had immediately interrupted her sisters relaxing afternoon of reading a few chapters of Dracula and bombarded her with inquiring questions, crazy theories on the strangers death and indignant accusations on not having told her about this scandalous news straight away.

Eris had endured her twin one long afternoon and evening and started her quest of avoiding Jocelyn at all cost early the next morning. Sometimes hiding deep within the labyrinth-like library, sometimes perching on the roof, wrapped in a thick scarf with a book in hands and other times she stalked the halls until she found a little niche to sit in for a while.
Her favourite niche was the one just behind the statue of Edgar Allan Poe. The small space behind the writer was just big enough for her to crawl in and lounge for a few hours.

On this Friday she had again decided on this particular spot. For about an hour she was sprawled out behind Mister Poe, sketching a Black Hellebore while thinking about all the tense moments between her and a certain red-head. Unconsciously she started humming a melody. The tune had come to her mind before. At every little touch of her teacher. Or when she smiled a genuine, beautiful smile; when her eyes sparkled with a laugh or when her cheeks turned that adorable pinkish colour, the same melody had played in the back of Eris' mind. She knew it wasn't something that already existed, but hadn't been able to write it down. She'd been avoiding thinking about her teacher too closely, knowing it would only confuse and agitate her.
But now the melody was so clear and strong in her mind that she decided to turn over the sketch for a fresh piece of eggshell paper. Pencil in hand, Eris started drawing note after note, erasing something here and adding something there. She hummed the melody again, taping her foot in a steady beat.
Getting to a certain part Eris closed her eyes, concentrating on the tune, humming and tapping and snapped her fingers once, then twice, knowing that a certain high note was missing.