Outcast

Chapter 26: Misguided Ghosts

(Please listen to Misguided Ghosts by Paramore when you read this. It was my inspiration…)

Sam's POV

I made sure I was completely calm before I attempted to go back in the house. I wondered why whenever I got a strong pang of emotions like this I would always end up feeling numb… empty. Not even the faintest ghost of smiles lingered on my face now. This was the feeling I hated the most… emptiness. I decided to do something normal and instead of running the way home I decided to walk. I stopped my even fast pace and slowed down. I walked slowly, savoring the night's cool air. I went through the middle of town and continued walking till I was almost downtown. Screaming and laughing teenagers walked past me. Well of course, it was a Friday night; you would expect teens to be out and about. Some waked right next me, ignoring me completely. Girls hugged or made out with their boyfriends, which made a course of jealousy spark within me. Others stared and whispered in each other's ears. Little did they know that I could hear every word as if they were whispering right in my ears. The words "loser" and "weirdo" were uttered often but they did not even affect me the slightest bit. They just rolled off me.

I looked around me, noticing that I was the only one alone who was depressed but outright showed it. I would bet my house that probably the majority of those smiles were fake. On the outside everybody looks glossy and perfectly happy when on the inside you'd just have a person cracking slowly to tiny pieces while no one notices. Still, fake or not they all looked like they had awesome lives over all. I, on the other hand had every material thing I have ever whished for but I'm still sad. As usual I'm the outcast amongst those surrounding me. A ghost, vaguely looking around for something to live for. Suddenly I heard someone jog up to me, panting low short breaths.

"Wait up!" I heard the exhausted person say from behind me. I continued walking since I didn't know him, so probably he wasn't talking to me.

"Stop for a minute and just listen. I've been trying to catch up to you since I saw you the second time." He continued yelling. I noticed that he was the boy from the telephone booth. Though he had taken off his sunglasses, his sweet scent had made me notice him. He smelled so nice, like apricots, that I had to resist the urge to lick my lips. But he was pestering me in my darkest hour. Not the smartest thing you've ever done, I said mentally to him. Finally I turned around, ready to give him the evils when he suddenly stopped panting and running and looked at me with intense green eyes. Only once had I seen such a vibrant, beautiful colour for eyes and that was when Damon was born. Damon had dirty blond hair like his mother, and deep vibrant green eyes, just like this random guy. Surely he was not Damon's father. Emily had spent half her money to emigrate from Washington to Pennsylvania to be away from her family and to avoid having to tell the father about his son. She said he was still too young to pin him down with the responsibility of a son for her carelessness of not taking the pill. That's all she had ever said to me about Damon's father. What were the odds of him being the father? I ignored my silly theory and just stared, entering in a staring contest.

"What the heck do you want from me?" I asked him finally. I was aware that the hood hid most of my façade but it was obvious that my vampire charm had struck him, as if I needed that. I turned around on my heels, ready to start running if he intended to follow me. As if I needed any more humans around me. Emily and Damon were already enough, thank you.

"Wait, um… do you want to um… grab a movie or something with me? You need like you could really need a lift of spirits."

"Thanks but no thanks. I'm busy, goodbye." I told him, turning around and staring walking away.

"No, please, I promise just a movie. I've just been dumped by someone I really loved. I guess we could relate to each other's pain." He said. I stared at him, amazed. How the hell had he managed to get all that just by looking at me? He smiled sweetly, showing cute dimples on both sides of his face. I tried to make myself smile but the corners of my mouth wouldn't even quirk up. So it showed this much that it was heart ache, huh.