Attached [Rewritten Version]

11. Angela Donna

Monday, October 3rd, 2016

Sid followed Davy around the school feeling highly annoyed. He had moved Heaven and Earth to get permission from his mother to go to school that morning—his mom had come over to pick him up—and now Davy was running from him like the scared little chicken he was, refusing to talk about his dream.

Why Davy chose to ignore the one person who would understand him was beyond Sid, but Davy had a habit of acting out of the ordinary. Davy had left to go to school before anyone had been able to talk to him that very morning, and that included his parents. He had spent the rest of the night in his parents' room but had pretended to be asleep for the duration of it.

He even sat with other people during lunch, which was right about the same time Sid had enough. He told Cory they needed to talk, but that he needed to convince Davy to stop acting like a bitch first. Much to his surprise, Cory had simply nodded in agreement.

"Dave, we need to talk about this!" Sid grumbled as he caught up with his best friend right before he was able to get to his locker.

"About what?" Davy asked, feigning ignorance so well he could win a Grammy for his performance.

"The dream, idiot."

"What dream?" Davy asked, avoiding eye contact as if his life depended on it. He pushed Sid out of the way and walked up to his locker.

"You saw her. I know you did."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sid. I had a bad dream. So what?"

"That's how we're gonna act? Why don't you talk about it to me? You know I understand?"

"Because!" Davy snapped, stomping his foot angrily as he pulled open his locker. "It was just a dream, right? Like you said, she's just in our dreams. That's it. We ignore her, she gets bored of us, and she'll go right back to Cory. I don't fucking care."

"Jeez, thanks," Cory's voice sounded behind them. He was sauntering closer as Sid turned around to face him. "Look at the pictures you took and tell me what you see?"

Sid frowned, Davy rolled his eyes, switching books while ignoring Cory. Sid, however, didn't want to argue with the one guy who could possibly help them solve the issue. He pulled out his phone and opened the pictures they took in the woods, swiping through them until he got to the ones Edward had taken by the lake.

His eyes went wide as he stared at the picture. Where he previously only saw eyes, he now saw the very same girl standing not too far behind him. Her eyes didn't even look evil; she seemed curious as she took him in. She continued to look curious in each picture after that, as she indeed kept focusing on Sid.

"What the hell?" Sid exclaimed, and Cory gestured for him to keep it down. "She attached herself to you. The more you'll interact, the stronger her connection to you will grow and the more she'll be able to do."

"See, ignore and it'll go away—"

"She won't give up, don't you understand? I've ignored her for nearly two years already, but she kept showing up in my dreams until you guys went into the woods. That night was the first night I didn't see her."

"Then how do you sleep?" Sid wondered. Since they were already talking about this, he might as well get an answer to the pressing question he had; how to make it stop. Or at least control it enough to sleep well again and convince his parents he wasn't crazy.

Cory shrugged, "she's..." he looked over his shoulders and around the hallway, before he continued, "hella afraid of knives. That'll keep her away."

"Is that why she came to me? Because Sid waved a knife in her face? I can do that."