Mindless Souls

Chapter 1

Quinn

I guess you never know what you really get when you wish for it. I could have had anything in the world, I could have been anything in the world, but after the accident; I was never the same.

It would have been the best and the worst day of my life. It would have been the most important day of my life. Nothing would ever change but nothing would ever stay the same. I couldn't believe it myself when I retold the story the first time.

In honestly didn't want to, I wanted to be done with it all to get over to being me again but that was never going to happen because he had to come into my life fuck it up and leave without any explanation as to why he even left. He had to...so his letter told me. He never was good at telling things in person he would rather play mind games and have you guess what his next move will be.

"Quinn... Quinn".

"Yes" I respond but only half paying attention to my therapist.

I didn't really want to be there talking to her anyway. I was off in my own world trying to remember that first time I saw him. I can't bring myself to say his name or even think it but at times I slip and say Christian.

He was a contradiction, that is he never stood for his name, never was the church going Jesus praising type of guy he was the complete opposite. And I loved him everything even though he never loved me back I still would die for him. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic in a way... Hoping to die for a boy who doesn't love me.

"Now can you start at the beginning for me Quinn" Suzann said to me.

I sit there and try to recall it all. Take it in for what it was..."It all started the day after the winter festival at school......" I recalled I was slowly beginning to get sucked back in to my world when it was perfect or so I thought for I paid so little attention to all the imperfections that I never even knew that it was all a show.

That everything I ever knew was a lie. Everything I worked for was a lie it all meant and will always mean......nothing. I remember everything. He walked in the room threw his papers on Mr. Kay's desk and sat in the empty seat in the back of the class next to me.

We all stared at him as if he had lost his mind but the moment his eyes met mine I knew that I would be in for the wildest ride of my life. Mr. Kay stood from his desk and introduced Christian to us.

Apparently he was foreign. From Europe or something like that, due to the fact that he sat next to me I had the greatest honor of catching him up on the Great Gatsby which by the way was a very tragic tale due to the fact that Nick never got with anyone and Gatsby died. Although it was great to know that Daisy was faking being dumb so that she could over look her husband Tom was cheating on her.

I turned to him to ask if he wanted to meet at the library after school to go over it and he look as if he were contemplating if he would be able to. And then without any hesitation he said no I was so confused, mostly angry. Who the hell did he think he was to deny help? And before I could comment back he gave me his address for me to meet him at his house and then the bell rang and I was left standing there dumbfounded.

Later in the day I thought of him and how he just simply demanded that I meet him at his house.... as if I was a slave or a servant. After school I drove to his house. As I pulled up to his house I couldn't believe my eyes. His home was beautiful ...perfectly decorated with such charm that it took my breath away it was grand but it was more "old money" in the 20's grand. The more I looked at it the more it looked just like Gatsby's house. I walked up to the door and rang the bell and waited for someone to answer the door. As I stood there I thought of how he spoke to me earlier and how he acted. He came to the door and opened it.

"Hello there Quinn, I've been expecting you." Christian said.

I just stood there and stared at him. It wasn't until then did I realize how beautiful he was.......I mean a guy can't really be beautiful but he was.

"Come in come in" he said to me

I walked through the door and he took my jacket.

"Thank you" I said.

As I walked into his home I saw a lot of things that looked like sculptors. "Are you an artist?" I turn and ask him. "No, what gave you that idea". He laughed back at me as he ushered me down a hall that led to a stairwell. We descended down to another room which looked like a giant office.

"Is this like your parents room?" I ask him. Once again he told me no but the next words out of his mouth surprised me somewhat. "I live on my own this house it mines." He told me.

I took another look around. How could he possibly afford all of this stuff, unless he's a theft? I thought to myself.

"So let's um... let's get started I guess". I said to him. Once again he gave me that look that meant he was going to do anything but what I said. It was like watching my five year old adopted sister and brother; yes they are twins, which make it worse.

"I've already read the book. Several times actually. I find it a bit self-centered on all parts in the story, but if you wish to discuss in further detail we can." He told me. I really wanted to hit him right in his face. He made me drive all the way out here just to tell me that he already read the book. Why didn't he tell me that earlier?

"Well if you already read it then there's no need for me to be here. I guess I'll see you tomorrow in class". I said to him as I started towards the stairs to leave. He stood and walked toward me "What is your name?" he asked me. He held my gaze for a long moment before I looked away confused and told him that my name was Quinn.

"That's a very beautiful name......Quinn I like it." He told me and gently rubbed the back of his hand against my face. I slowly backed away from him and continued my walk up the stairs. Of course he followed me.

When we approached the door he looked at me again. "Quinn may I see you sometime again, outside of a school setting?" He asked me. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Um I'll have to think about that." I told him. I grabbed my jacket and I was out the door before he could ask me anymore random questions.

***

"It was crazy first he told me to meet him at his house..." "Wait a minute you were at his house?"

"Dad I'm a responsible adult. I know what I'm doing. Trust me you raised a hunter anyway, so nothing to worry about." I told my father half telling the truth. Honestly I really had no idea if he had anything to worry about or not.

"But like I said he told me to meet him at his house to go over the book come to find out he already read the stupid thing. Then it was like he had memory lost or something because he asked me my name when he clearly knew it already it was way weird." I told my Dad.

He pondered what I told him. "I don't want you at this boy's house I don't know him and the way you describe him makes him seem weird so if you do have to go I want you to take Lisa or Liz or whatever your friends name is." He told me. "Dad their names are Cali and Sara. Lisa and Liz are the twins that I babysit." I told him.

It was weird the minute I brought up what happen to me my dad was interested. If I try to tell him about my day any other day he says he's busy. Maybe he was trying to get to know me better now or something but I couldn't shake this feeling that there was something he wasn't telling me.

As I sat in my favorite spot on the window seal in my room I couldn't help to think of what my mother would say at a time like this. We don't talk about her much; she died when I was little. Sometimes I wish for a moment I could speak to her and sometimes I get the feeling that she's there in the room.

I could almost see her like I was being taken to another world. But that was crazy. So I immediately shook the feeling and got out my homework.

In that moment I could feel as if tomorrow would be extremely crazy.