A Part Of Your Soul

Chapter 5

About halfway to Sam's house, we split up. I knew at some point I had to return to my house, however much I was dreading it. I said goodbye and started the walk home. Because of where I was heading, the walk seemed longer, my feet heavier. At last, I walked up the long sidewalk and opened the front door. It softly clicked shut behind me as I paced down the hall and to my room at the very end. Very carefully, I opened the door and made sure nothing was going to fall on me. Barely able to squeeze through, I went into my room and tried to find my bed under piles of junk. A small corner of my bed was visible, and I sat down on it heavily.

It was maybe four in the afternoon, but it felt much later than that. I yawned in the darkness and tried to find a comfortable position. I likely wouldn't be eating tonight, at least not out in my house, not out in the open, so I rummaged through my backpack and located a lone granola bar. Stuffing half the bar in my mouth, I kept looking through my bag and found a few scrap pieces for the mechanism in my sweatshirt pocket. I made a makeshift table with my textbooks over what space was left on my bed and got to work.

I was trying to make a hummingbird using intertwined metal pieces. The chest and most of the head was finished, but I was having difficulties with the wings, which were incredibly fragile. I spent a few hours sitting there, trying to figure out a solution and trying different things, when I heard a commotion coming from the front of the house. This wasn't uncommon here, but when my door opened I looked up in surprise. It was one of my younger brothers, Alex.

"Everbitch, your boyfriend's here." He rolled his eyes and walked away. Ever since the first grade when he had learned swear words, Alex had been using them against me. Thus, I was Everbitch.

I automatically assumed he was talking about Sam, whom the kids at my house annoyingly referred to as my boyfriend. As far as I was aware, there wasn't any chemistry between us, nor would there ever be. Sure, he was tall, and good looking with dark hair and amazing blue eyes....but there was no way someone would ever take interest in me. Ever. I'm about as uninteresting as it gets with brown hair, average height; really the only thing I prided myself on was my greenish-gray eyes.

My curiosity was piqued as I silently moved down the hallway. What did Sam want? I opened the door and looked out. Sam was standing on the porch looking jittery. He had thrown on a light hoodie and his jeans hugged his legs. I reddened slightly at that thought- he's just a friend, Everly, nothing more.

I cleared my throat. Sam jumped at looked at me. "Oh, hey Everly. Has....has anyone dropped by at all?"

"Besides you, no one." I closed the door and leaned on it. "What's up?"

Sam looked around and came to stand across from me. "That guy came by my house and was asking about you." He muttered. "I thought it was weird so I shooed him out but I didn't know if he'd go after you, so after a bit I made up my mind to come over here and check on you."

I stared at him in amazement. What on earth.... "That's creepy. What'd he ask you?"

Sam sharply inhaled. "If I'd noticed anything....peculiar....about you recently."

I turned my head so quickly my neck cricked. Cringing and rubbing my neck, I responded "What the hell? That's really....invasive. Jesus Christ. How on earth would he...." I trailed off, a sudden thought occurring to me. "Sam, do you know what color my soul is?"

Sam glanced at me in surprise. "No. I've never been able to see yours. Why?"

"Because I think I might have a white soul as well." I began to get excited. "What if people with white souls cab see other people's souls?"

"We don't know that's true." Sam countered. "For one, you can't see your own soul, and for another we know my soul is dark but I can occasionally see other's souls. So you could be right, but I'm betting you don't have a white soul."

I slumped, defeated. Sam wins again. "Alright, fine. We'll say you're right-which you're not-but we'll day for the time being you are."

Sam sighed. "Of course, Ev." A playful smirk danced on the corners of his lips. My watch chirped, signaling that it was almost 8 o'clock. He looked down at my wrist and said "I'd better get going. Let me know if anything happens, ok?"

"Sure thing," I replied, and watched him walk down the quickly darkening road. I sighed and turned away when I could no longer catch sight of his receding back. Opening the door and heading inside, I yawned. Today had been a long day. I could use the rest.

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Hey there!
I've been so excited writing this-I started this with no real story in mind, and so far its been turning out pretty good! I'm pretty anxious to see what happens to Everly.

Speaking of, I have no names for the boy with the white soul (?) so if there are any suggestions I'm happy to take them.

I will be writing from Sam's POV next, so I hope you will enjoy that!

Thank you for reading! I'll try to update soon.

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