Teen Romance Fantasy

Act 36 (Ty)

Alexy pulled me even deeper into the woods. I barely saw the lights coming from the fair anymore. At some point I could have sworn that we got lost but it did not seem to bother Alexy at all. She giggled joyfully. The night had set in already but Alexy did not care. She was happy. She was too happy.

At some point she took it too far. Once I could not even see the beautiful full moon behind the trees anymore, I stopped. She was still holding on to my wrist. She did not let go. Instead she turned around and eyed me curiously. Well, at least that was what I imagined. It was kind of hard to tell in the darkness.

"Baby, we should go back." I uttered anxiously.

"Why? We're finally all alone."

"I know but it's gotten quite dark already. Let's go back for now."

I was ready to turn around. I was ready to leave. She was not. She grabbed my wrist even tighter. Her usual soft hands suddenly felt a lot rougher than they should have. It seemed as if she did not want me to leave just yet.

"Lately I feel like you're avoiding me. Every day after school you have to work. On the weekends you have to work. When I call you, you act distant. What's wrong Tyson? Tell me."

"Alexy..."

I held her hand close to my heart. It was trembling. I knew just how much I had been hurting her. I did not mean to avoid her. I wanted to be by her side but I just could not. I promised Siren that nobody would find out about her secret. I needed to do this, if I wanted to help Alexy. Right, all of this had been for Alexy. Not for me, not for Siren but for Alexy. We were going to win the junior tournament no matter what.

"I know that I'm hurting you but you need to wait just a bit longer. I'm doing all of this for you. Please trust me just this once."

It was a lot to ask but I knew that Alexy would listen to me. She was different. She and I were inseparable. We would not fall apart because of this.

"Who is it? Who is the person you're tutoring?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"I made a promise."

"I see."

She let go of me. She looked down but she did let go. I had only once seen this emotion on her face. Devastation.

"Alexy..."

"Sorry Tyson, I think I need to be alone for a while. I'll see you around."

In a matter of seconds she ran away. I did not have to see her face to tell that she was crying. I hurt her. She felt betrayed because of me. Now where was my boyfriend-of-the-year award?

I hated to think about Alexy walking around all alone in the middle of the night. What if anything were to happen to her? Perhaps someone would follow her again. I almost ran after her but suddenly someone pushed me from behind.

How? I did not hear any footsteps and neither did I see anyone before but I clearly felt a human hand on my back. Was I actually the one in trouble and not Alexy? I fell to the ground. The fresh grass probably saved me. I rolled around to look my attacker right in the eyes. Empty brown eyes, just like a doll. Bloodlust.

"What the hell Siren?!" I shouted and suddenly she stabbed a sharp knife into the ground right next to my face. For a second my heart had stopped beating, as I felt the breeze that followed after the knife.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not call me Siren in public?"

What was this smell? Alcohol? Kind of but not just that. Besides, her voice was different. It was more cold and distant than usual. It was frightening. Was she on drugs?

"Sorry. Sorry. I meant Sarah. What's this smell?! Are you high right now?!"

"High?" She started giggling maniacally, as she tried to bury my shoulders in the floor. Her grip was too strong. No matter how much I struggled, I could not shake her off. Even worse, it felt as though she tightened her grip every time. Where was this brute force coming from?

"Oh no darling, I'm not high. You stole them from me! Give them back to me!"

She was talking about the pills. After I rescued her from the lake, I took them with me. Of course I was not going to let her have them but I guess that was the wrong choice after all. Siren was serious. She was not going to let me leave just like this.

"What's this? You're sweating. You stayed clear for almost a day and your body is already reacting like this?" I asked deviously, trying to hide the fact that I was frightened.

"That's your fault! Give them back or I'll kill you!"

She picked the knife again and pointed it directly at my left eye. My heart was raising and I could feel an awful chill run down my spine. I needed to think. Fast!

"You really want to kill me like this? The police is just outside this forest and besides, they'll find your fingerprints all over me."

"I don't care. All of this is your fault. These voices, they are haunting me. Don't you hear them? They are fucking with my brain. They won't shut up until they get to see blood. Your blood must be so pure. Why did only mine have to be this dirty?"

The knife was even closer to my eye now. Just a little more and it would be the end of me. What now? Siren was insane. She really was going to kill me. Come on now Tyson, what is that genius brain of yours even good for? Think!

"If you kill me now, you'll never get them. Even if you get away with it, nobody will help you. You'll fail the year and your family will imprison you in that room again. Do you really want to go back there? Do you really want to stare at those white walls again?!"

Her eyes flickered. She remembered. She remembered the empty room with the white walls. She remembered staying in there and hitting her head at the wall until she lost consciousness. She remembered cursing herself for being who she was. She remembered begging. She remembered crying. She remembered how much this room frightened her.

Finally she let go of me or rather she jumped away from me. Suddenly she began screaming. Her soul was pained and the pain vibrated through her entire body. Her screams became louder. She covered her ears like a child, as the knife fell out of her hand. Her screams continued echoing through the night. I pitied her. I pitied her so damn much that I pulled her in, unbothered by the fact that she was still screaming disgustingly. Her body was shivering and her breathing (the few seconds she actually paused to breathe) was unsteady. Siren was dead and yet I only ever pitied her.