The hall way was as quiet as ever. The slightest pin drop would ring out like a gun shot. Every so often I would cop a glance from the other people in the hall. I didn’t like it. It made me feel like I was a murderer. But that’s the thing. They thought I murdered Mel.
But why would they think that? All I did was find her hanging by her neck and dripping with blood. I don’t give a flying fuck if they think that I killed her because I didn’t kill her.
If you haven’t noticed by now, I really don’t like people. It’s not that I can’t stand being around people I just think that some of them would be better off dead or at least not in the same miserable town as me.
I have had a tough couple of year since my mum died and I got left with my ass hole of a father 10 years ago. They only person I trust is myself and my brother Robert. But he hasn’t visited n 3 years since him and dad had a massive fight.
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Third period was a bit of a drag listening to Mrs Peterson babble on about molecules, and atoms. Of course people kept giving me weird looks every now and then. Except one guy that I had never seen before, but he was absurdly gorgeous. He was kind of creeping me out a bit because he was staring at me for practically the whole class.
At the end of the class the bell rang out several times at an ear splitting volume, the day was finally over and I could leave this hell.
Whilst at my locker I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned around only to find out that there was someone staring at me. That guy from my science class was still staring at me. What is his problem? I began to make my way for the hallway doors to leave the school. I was rushing down the steps to get away from that guy, but I slipped.
I waited for my body to hit the ground in agonising pain, but it didn’t hurt, I didn’t hit the ground. I opened my eyes only to see that the guy that was following me had caught me. Why won’t he leave me alone?
“Have a nice trip?” as cocky as he was he was still freakishly attractive with his muscular arms still wrapped around my body. I didn’t know how to respond to this guy. Was he stalking me or something? I just pushed him away and walked off turning my music louder to drown out the squealing voices around me.
It doesn’t take long to walk home from school. Just another reason to go another way, a longer way.
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Night was closing in as the trees began to disappear into the dark fog of the night. I really don’t want to go home to my drunk father who would just abuse me whether I was late or not. I reached a small park that sat in the middle of a smooth grass plane.
I sat down on a cold bench that was situated in front of the playground. It was peaceful and quiet sitting in the dark with only the light of a single lamp post. I turned my music up louder and slowly lay my head down on the bench.
Some people might find it strange that I spend my nights in the woods till 3 in the morning. Normal people would be afraid of getting raped or some bad shit happening. But for some reason I wasn’t scared. I found peace in the night time. Everything was quiet and no-one was around.
Only I wasn’t alone. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” I yelled at the only person who could be here with me. My stalker. Great, that is just great. “I might ask you the same thing.” God once again so cocky. “I don’t even know who you are!” this guy was getting too much for me and it had only been one day.
“I’m Cameron Lowe. I’m new to the town. Your Freya winters aren’t you?”
“Yes. How do you know who I am?”
“You were in the newspaper. You found that girl”
“Of course you know about that. Anyways what are you doing here?”
“I like the quiet. I don’t particularly like being around people. So there I told you my reason what’s yours?”
This was getting creepy he was just like me.
“Pretty much the same as you.”
Under the light of the lamp post you could see the darkness in his green eyes and the intensity of his black silk like locks. He was absolutely gorgeous. If he wasn’t following me or staring at me all the time I would be asking him where the honeymoon would be.
“So when did you arrive here?”
“The day before you found the girl.”
Well that was a strange coincidence.
“Look its getting really late, at least let me walk you home.” His voice sounded concerned.
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As we reached my drive way I could hear glass being smashed inside and instantly I knew the devil was home.
“Would you like me to come inside with you?”
“Nah I’ll be alright.” And on that note we parted ways.
The front door was already open and I walked in to find my father was passed out on the couch with broken glass bottles surrounding his face. “I’m not cleaning up your mess you selfish bastard.” I mumbled to myself. I just made my way to my room and locked my door with one of the keys that hang around my neck. One of them is a skeleton key for the house, which opens every door. And the other was a silver heart shaped locket with green jewels, inside was a photo. the photo was of my mother when she was younger. blonde hair draping over her shoulders, pale skin. i looked nothing like her, except for the pale skin.
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So there it is. Chapter 2! its a bit crappy but you know how most stories are, the first 2 or so chapters are boring and nothing really happens. there is a link to the side of the song Freya was listening to when she tripped. the song is a personal favourite so let me know what you think.
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The Monster From Within
FantasiaThere are mysterious deaths happening all over town. Feya is the prime suspect. She is confident that she can figure out what is going on, and clear her name. Until Cameron comes into the picture. a mysterious yet gorgeous guy who nobody knows anyth...