The Hidden World

Chapter 11: Secrets

Hey guys! So... I'm just gonna get right to the point, no bullshit. I got a phone now (yay) and that means I'll be able to update more often. I'll be making little short chapters when I'm bored, but I'll make actual long chapters too. I'm thinking of making me a schedule for my updating but I've tried like 4 times already and well... We all see how that turned out.
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ON WITH THE STORY!!!
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The dry desert Earth beneath my burning, tanned feet was almost unbearable to walk upon. I gingerly stepped across the lands for what seemed like hours before I finally gave in to exhaustion, hunger, and the heat of the day. I felt as if there was no longer a purpose to go on. No longer a soul to live and love for. No longer a being to care for. I looked out at the vast waste lands full of sand and rolling hills; I started thinking that maybe no matter how far I get or how long I go on, I'll -

I stopped writing in my journal and looked up to see that we were arriving at my house. I put my journal back in my backpack and flung it over my shoulder. I stood, making my way down the isle and past a few of the little kids, who gave me a hug as I left.

Sam followed me out and had to explain to our bus driver that he was getting off at my house instead of his today. She just nodded and told us to hurry up so that she could get everyone else home.

I walked down the bus steps, followed by Sam, and down the dirt drive way. We continued to walk as the bus ride on. And soon came to the porch. I turned to Sam and stopped him.

"Wait here. I'll be right back okay?" I asked, raising an eye brow. He simply nods in response and sets his blue duffle bag down on the porch to use as a seat. I turn away from him and walk into my run down house.

I look around first, then drop my bag on the floor as I run towards the back room of the house, where my dad and other people were always at... I pull up the salmon colored blanket/curtain and look around for any sign of my dad... Or my little 'friend' that likes to visit most days.

Nobody was in sight. I sighed in relief and turned to go get Sam. I didn't make it far though before I was slammed into the wall beside me. I closed my eyes because my head hit the wall first and only opened them when the pain had faded slightly. It was him again. He comes around at least once a day, and its starting to get annoying.

"Hey there, Autty... How are you today?" He asked in a deep husky voice that sent shivers down my spine. I looked him dead in the eyes for only a second before I looked down. But he pressed a knife under my chin and forced me to meet his hateful glare.

"What do you want, Jeff?" I ask him with venom dripping from my words. I study his face as I wait for an answer. As if it wasn't already burned into my memory.

He had snow white skin. It felt like leather to the touch. His eyes were a greyish white and seemed to pierce right through you. His hair was an ashy black that almost reached his shoulders. He was very big. Muscular wise. He stood at least a head or two taller than me. And he had broad shoulders for his age. He was a few years older than me at 15 or 16. But the most disturbing feature on him... Was his mouth. He had carved a smile into his face. It reached almost all the way up to his ears. But his lips were surprisingly still in tact. And they were a bloody red.

He chuckled a little and smirked (if that was even possible) at me. He leaned in closer to me. I could feel his hot breath on my nose and mouth. He looked my up and down and then backed up. Unpinning me from the wall. I stand there, watching him for a fee seconds before starting to walk towards him.

I heard the front door open and I looked over at the curtain for just a split second, but when I turned back to Jeff, he was gone. I sighed and walked back to the living room, where I found Sam sitting on the couch. He started complaining about me taking to long. I just looked at him for a bit thinking. Then, when he finally shuts his mouth and realizes that I'm not listening he looks back at me.