Sadie, Someday...

Chapter 9 - Enemies From Recurring Nightmares

Chapter 9
Enemies From Recurring Nightmares

A/N - Photo to the side is of Rider! :)

“Dear Diary, Life is trying me, Can I get a sign? Or a two of mind, a piece of mind, Can I get a sign, can I get a sign?” ~ Don’t You Dare Forget The Sun – Get Scared

“Care to give us your input on the latest chapter, Ms. Monroe?” Ms. Gunnar asked, bringing me back in from my ongoing thoughts.

All eyes were on me, the whole classroom seeming to close around me as they waited for my answer. Ms. Gunnar stood upon her pointed heels, tapping one impatiently against the linoleum. I could tell she was growing agitated with me because of my constant stare out the window or somewhere other than her SmartBoard.

I was wracking my brain for something to make it seem like I read the pages for my homework assignment last night, but nothing was coming to me. My mind was focused more on other recurring events in my life, not the latest Shakespeare sarcasm coming from Elizabeth Bennet. Coughing beneath my hand, my eyes finally met hers guiltily.

“I haven’t um…read the pages,” I mumbled.

Her eyes narrowed threateningly as she sighed heavily. Crossing her arms against her chest and thumb between the pages I clearly missed, she clicked across the room to ask someone else for an answer. Behind me, I heard giggling and could practically feel two pairs of eyes on my back.

My hands clenched around the wooden desk, fingernails digging into the siding as I willed myself not to turn around and give them what they wanted. I already felt embarrassed enough.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that about her,” her voice hit my ears like a banging drum, beat by beat. It was almost like a fly buzzing around your head, constantly swatting at the noise to make it go away.

I swung my head around at her words and she smiled beneath her manicured fingers. Pushing a strand of bleached hair behind her ear, she slid the other hand around the broad arm of the boy I had been missing for over two weeks. Their tanned skin seemed to glow against one another’s as she toyed with his shirt sleeve that was pushed up to his elbow.

“God, she does look utterly awful,” she whispered, but just high enough for me to hear above Ms. Gunnar’s voice.

My eyes wandered to his, just begging him to say something to make her shut up. The voices had been on overdrive since Caden had been gone. My nights seemed to become longer, the silence always closing in around me and pushing me to my breaking point. Caden was always there to quiet them and bring some light into my life.

But ever since I had pushed him away, he had been spending his days with Tally and sleeping in her bed instead of mine. I didn’t understand why I held so much animosity towards him when this was what I wanted all along. I wanted to be alone so I could give in and end this constant struggle. He deserved to be happy without me being there to drag him back to the dirt.

Although all of this was true, I couldn’t help the nagging pull in my chest that occurred whenever my eyes met his.

“What?” he snapped, looking at me beneath his dark eyebrows. His dark fringe was playing above his thick lashes and I just wanted to walk over and run my hands through his hair to fix it. That all too familiar pang hit my heart as I watched Tally do what I just suggested.

My eyes widened at his words and I immediately turned around in my seat so my back was to them. Tally’s incessant giggling continued as Caden sighed heavily. The tears threatened to spill over my lids, but I willed myself to keep them down until the bell rang and I was somewhere by myself.