Bandana Girl

Bandana Girl- Chapter 2

There was nothing I could do except let out a blood curdling scream as I felt the cool metal of the knife press to my throat.

The gleam of his smile and the sick satisfaction in his eyes danced around me.

I whimpered the sound making me tremble with fear as I realized that no one could save me.

His sickly sweet voice swirled around me echoing in my ears.

"Why so sad? You need to smile."  

I woke with a scream. The paper birds above me floated by string swung back and forth slightly. I was covered in a cold sweat, my breaths short and shallow. The hairs on my arms raised as I heard the silent but fast footsteps come to my door. I looked to the door, now taking in my surroundings. The clock on my nightstand shined the numbers 5:45.

It was just a dream.

A night terror.

I saw the frame of two familiar people enter my room. Jason and Carson came into my room, worried looks etched onto their faces. "Lacey," Carson spoke in a calming voice making me jump, I didn't expect them to speak. I was still in the fear of the night terror. "Lacey, it's okay. We're here. It was just a dream." They whispered. They both sat down on my bed, huddling under the covers with me, trying to calm my racing heart, I looked into their innocent brown eyes.

"No it wasn't." I choked out, tears brimming my eyes. "It was real. It's all real." I said. Jason gently tugged me into his chest. My tears soaking his shirt as he rubbed comforting circles into my back. Whispering comforting words that I didn't hear over my loud sobbing. Eventually, my crying died down to just sniffles.

I pulled away, wiping my face. "Thanks." I whispered, hugging myself. I looked at the time. It's 6:00 am. I sighed, I wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. "Come on, we got to get ready for school." My head whipped up to Jason. My eyes huge, "Wait, we have school?!" I asked in disbelife. He smiled, "Yea looks like our little sis doesn't like school." He said to Carson smiling.

I punched his shoulder making him wince a little, he pouted. "I-I just don't like it there. No one understands me..." I trailed off, looking at my hands.

Fingers lifted took hold of my chin as my face was brought up to meet two pairs of detemined brown eyes. "No one will touch you. We'll be there for ya Lacey. Promise." I nodded my head.

Smiling I pulled them both into a hug, "I can still take care of myself though so, hopefully we should be good."

"Good, now lets get some breakfast." Said Jason, jumping off my bed and dragging me out the room. I sat on the floor, refusing to move. He just dragged me away from my comfy, warm bed. What? Does he expect me to be a happy camper in the morning? Pssh as if!

"oof." I was heaved up onto Carson's shoulders as he carried me over his shoulder. I didn't want to make him fall and crush me so I just let him carry me, too lazy to throw a fit. He sat me down on my feet as soon as we came into the kitchen. I choked on laughter and ran back upstairs, grabbing my camera. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Click. Click. Click.

I got pictures of Jason in a pink apron with flowers on it, while he was flipping pancakes. He didn't realize I took pictures but we all kept goofing off and throwing flower at each other, they took my camera, taking pictures of me while I laughed I spit water all over the table. There were pictures of me covered in flower and Jason and Carson making flower angels. Finally Holly woke up to our racket and walked in the kitchen only to be attacked with flower and water. She got us back though.

Right now it was girls against guys. Girls were winning, but we were suffering severely. We had flipped the table over, using it as a shelter while they hid behind a whole bunch of chairs. "Girls rule!" I shouted as we ran up to them with flower. It was just a cloud of the white stuff, coughing they surrendered. I high fived Holly and ran upstairs. I was covered in flower. Head to toe, I scrubbed myself squeaky clean. I let my hair fall in it's natural waves, air drying and pulled on some grey skinny jeans, and a green T-shirt that has a ginger bread man on it saying, "I Bite." I put on my black converse and  tied a black bandana on. I put on black eyeliner and black mascara. Done.

I grabbed my Nike bag and just put on a notebook and pen in it. I pulled the strings, closing the bag and pulled it on my shoulders, clumping down the stairs. I took a deep breath, looking at the door, like it was going to be the end of me. Soon Jason came down in a light blue T-shirt and black jeans, while Carson was dressed in a black T-shirt and black jeans. I didn't make him look emo, or and outcast, just... normal I guess.

They both had to drag me out the house, but I put up a fight. I really didn't want to go. I groaned from my spot on Carson's shoulder. His shoulder blade kept digging into my stomach and I was very uncomfortable. But my held my head up and had my elbow digging into his back. Soon we arrived at the prison of my hell. I was released from my hold and ran for it the chance I got. I just ran, taking a sharp turn around the building I ran into a really hard wall. I bounced of it like a bouncy ball and almost landed on my butt.

The wall turned out to be a rock hard chest. I was pulled back to the chest, because the arm that belonged to the rock hard chest pulled me up. I kept my eyes level with his throat. "Sorry, I-I wasn't watching where I was going-"

"Lacey! I swear to god! You run fast girl-"

Jason and Carson came to my side. "Oh hey Ronnie, what's up?" Jason said nodding to the guy I ran into. I looked up, meeting the gunmetal gray/blue eyes of my escape block. Black hair hung into his left eye, and a playful smirk flashed a dimple at me. He was at least an inch taller than Jason. I hated looking up at people. "You know same ol'. Saving girls from falling on their butts after running into me... But I never saved a masked girl before." He smiled, two dimples  screamed their cuteness at me.

I laughed awkwardly, "Yay well, I'm one in a million, again sorry, but- uh I'll just go..." I tried walking away, but Jason grabbed my wrist, "Uh uh. You can't get away that easily sis. You have to go. No running away." He said encouragingly. I looked up at him with a bored expression, "You know your encouragement sounds condescending. Don't make me hurt you." I lightly tapped his cheek and trudged into the school. I looked back to meet the eyes of my escape block Ronnie. He had a curious face, his brows scrunched together, as if trying to figure something out.

As we walked I had gotten my schedule along with everyone else. Today was my first day in the senior year along with every one else. I walked to my locker, realizing that it was right in between Carson's and Jason's, and tried the locker comb. Realizing I didn't really need to put anything in it I slammed it shut and brought my bag to my classes. Carson was in my first class, so we walked next to each other, and sat down by each other. A few girls greeted and flirted with Carson, but he didn't really flirt back, he just... sat there. I smiled and shook my head. I was glad he wasn't interested in the school sluts.

We sat in the back so when someone sat next to me on my other side I was surprised in the least. I turned to meet hyper blue eyes. "Hi I'm Cassie but everyone just calls me Case." I took her hand, trying to smile through my eyes. "I'm Lacey and this is my brother Carson." I turned my head to see Carson staring at Case quite intently. He seemed o shake himself out of a daze and shook her hand.

Case turned out be a really cool girl. She wasn't like any of the other school sluts here. She was a shy  girl with long black hair and blue eyes. She had soft features and long legs. She didn't once question me about the bandana. She had a nice and hyper personality. But she quickly became one of my friends instantly, I liked her. She was shy but spunky.

We shared a few classes and  I had two with Carson and one with Jason. Lunch came and all three of us sat in a corner table, so far I was pretty invisible.

Well I thought I was invisible until someone sat across from me. Some one who I had become familiar with, and tried to avoid to an extent.