Generation Infinosil

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty - Kaitlyn

2050

I watched from the window as he walked away, half jogging through the front gate, clearly conscious of the time. He glanced back for a second and gave me a smile that sent my head spinning and drove the butterflies crazy in the pit of my stomach. These were feelings that I had become so accustomed to in the short period of time since Shane walked through that door during that English lesson. Who knew that one lesson would change so much? I continued staring out the window until he was completely out of view, watching out for every little movement he made, and grinning every time I spotted him peering over his shoulder to look at me.

The more I thought about him, the more I realised how deep my love was for him. Was it possible for love like this to build so quickly? It had only been a week since I met him, well, unless my suspicions were correct. The thought of my parents lying to me for all this time was a very daunting prospect to say the least, and if it were true I would have so many questions to ask. The most important question would be why: why did they feel the need to do such a thing? I realised I was shaking, every inch of my body was shivering as if it were minus ten degrees. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, the anticipation and the waiting was too much to bear.

I kept checking my phone, checking it every minute to see if Shane had contacted me, praying that he would give me the all clear. I hoped that he would confirm that I was just being paranoid, even though that would suggest I was going mad. It dawned on me then that it was quite possible I was going insane. Seeing flashbacks like these wasn't exactly normal, was it? But then again, I wasn't a normal person, normal people remember more than two years of their lives, normal people don't survive accidents like mine.

I walked up to my room; I needed a lie down. My whole body felt lethargic and it was such a relief when it hit the mattress and my head could finally bury into my spongy pillow. My exhaustion took over and I virtually passed out, my body's way of telling me that I really should have slept more. By the time I woke up I had sixteen missed calls, fourteen of them being from Shane and the other two being my Mum. Shit, shit, shit. I decided that Shane's fourteen calls were more urgent than my Mum's two calls and quickly called him back.

"That's weird," I thought, "I swear I can hear a phone ringing and it's not mine." It was a very distant sound, but it was definitely there. I thought of the possibility that Shane left his phone, but then how would he have been able to call me and why wasn't he answering? I crept down the stairs, picturing an intruder in the living room where he or she would be watching, waiting. I pictured them staring down at Shane's phone with an evil, rotten grin on their face.

Thankfully when the living room came into view, there was no one in there and no sign of any intrusion. I could no longer hear a phone ringing, I must have been imagining it. There was, however, a blurred silhouette in the window of the front door and as I approached Shane finally picked up.

"It's me Kaitlyn." It was Shane's voice and no one else's, to my relief, that was filling my ears.

"Shane? Are you okay? Is that you at the door?"

"No, I'm on my way but I'm not there yet." He answered.

"Well who's at the door then?" I asked, panicked.

"Do you have a peephole?" Shane asked urgently.

"Yeah, I do."

"Okay, okay, just calm down and look through the peephole. It might be the postman or something."

I did as he said, but the figure waiting outside was no postman. It was a bulky man, a bulky man dressed completely in black. He stared straight through the peephole at me, as if he knew I was looking at him.

"Kaitlyn? You there?" Shane asked, presumably running as he was breathing rather heavily.

"Shane, it's not the postman," I whispered, terrified, "I don't know who it is but they're wearing exactly the same outfit as the man in the fire at school. I think... I think it's the same person."

"I'm almost there babes, okay, whatever you do, don't answer the door." And then he hung up.

"Open the door Kaitlyn." A voice instructed, one that definitely did not belong to Shane.

I stayed silent and edged away from the door.

"Shane's almost here, and I don't think you want any harm to come to him so I suggest you do as I say."

I rapidly sent a text to Shane and warned him not to come any closer to my house.

"I'm calling the police." I said, cringing at how much my voice was shaking.

"Do you think they'll believe you- a young girl traumatised by the accidental fire at her precious school?" The tone of his voice gave it away, he was indeed the cause of the fire or at least in some way involved.

I smiled at the thought of my parents' security system which would have him on camera right now, for once my parents' paranoia came in handy. "I don't need them to believe me, I have proof." I said, with a higher level of confidence.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"Come on, we're in the twenty first century, every house has cameras and my house happens to be particularly secure and updated." That shut him up, he didn't know what to say to that. Had he seriously not thought of that before he came to my door and started threatening me? He clearly wasn't from around here.

"I don't see any cameras." He replied, sounding puzzled.

"That's the beauty of modern technology."

The sound of an approaching siren erupted in my ears and I silently thanked whoever called the police, probably Shane. I watched the silhouette step away from the front door and run off.