My Encounter With Boo Radley

I Didn't Even Drink, Did I?

Part One: Human-

I know how this goes. Girl gets wasted at a party, guy takes advantage. I’ve seen it in every tacky movie, heard stories from girls at school about how they “really screwed up.”

I'm not that kind of girl though, I don’t ever “really screw up” with guys. I'm the girl who rolls her eyes at the girls in the movies, and shakes her head when she hears the stories at school.

So why am I here right now? Why am I letting some guy I just met drag me to a back room at a party in a state I don’t even live in?

I know it's a bad thing. I'm not this kind of girl, but as my mind is shouting for me to stop, my feet just keep on going, letting the guy drag away.

I even giggle, as if I'm having the time of my life.

“Wait,”I say just as we stop in front of the door. Finally, I found my sensible voice.

The guy pauses, and looks back at me. Okay, so he is pretty much gorgeous. He has short blond hair that is spiked up, and tan skin. His eyes are a pretty silvery color, which I know I have never seen before. He is over six foot, and obviously in shape under his tee shirt. His smile is white as pearls, and his lips very enticing.

Enticing? What the hell is wrong with me?

He smiles down at me, and leans close,

“You’ll like what happens on the other side of the door, I promise,” he says.

Yes, I will. Of course I will. Why would I not?

“Okay,”I say, “but what is your name?” I ask.

“I already told you that,” he says, and then pulls me into the room.

No he didn’t. Or did he? Was it Mark? Kevin? George?

Inside the room are a bed, a dresser, and a few random things laying around. It's obviously the room of a girl, since the walls are an off pink, and the bed comforter has butterflies all over it.

No name leads me instantly to the bed, and I don’t even think twice about it. Why would I? No name is a nice guy.

I sit down, and then No name tells me to close my eyes.

He tells me I'm beautiful, and why wouldn’t I believe it? Of course No name wouldn’t lie to me. He tells me he is so lucky I'm here with him. I feel special. Why wouldn’t I?

He doesn’t kiss me though, and no clothing is being removed. So what is happening? I want to open my eyes, but No name tells me not to, and I can't ignore him.

When I try and ask what is happening, No name tells me not to speak, because he needs to focus. So I don’t speak, because he needs to focus.

Suddenly though I feel a sharp pain on the inside of my wrist. I gasp, but still don’t open my eyes, or ask what is happening.

“This should work, but you have to stop squirming. I have to do this before you start to clot,” I hear him say, and then I feel his skin being pressed against the stinging part of my wrist.

I am still, very still, because he asked me to stop squirming.

“You did well,” he says after he pulls away from me. “If you don’t die tonight I’ll come for you. I don’t think you will die though, because I can tell you are very strong. Even for a human.”

I want to tell him that I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, but can't. I want to ask what he means by saying “Even for a human,” but can’t.

So I just remain there with my eyes closed.

“Now you’ll want to lie down because the effects of this will kick in pretty quickly. You can move now and talk and open your eyes,” he says.

My eyes snap open, and I instantly look down at my wrist. There is nothing there though. I check my other one in case I mixed them up or something, but both are clear and fine.

I look up at the guy in confusing, and see him grinning down at me,

“You really are hot,” he says.

I gasp, “What did you do to me?” I ask.

“I made you immortal baby, now rest. I will be back for you,” he says, and then he strides out of the room.

I want to go after him. I want to demand he explain how he did all that, and why he did it.

It isn’t my lack of will power that stops me this time though, instead it is my body. I instantly feel nauseated, and my head feels cloudy.

It takes forever to force myself to stand up. Black spots fill my vision, but I push past them. I need to get out of here. I need to escape this dream, which is what this whole night has been. Nothing like this could really have happened in real life.

I push myself forward, and out into the hallway. Through the spots I try to search for my cousin, since she’s the only person I know here, and I'm thousands of miles away from home.

This is the last time I will be visiting my aunt and uncle in Florida.

That is the last thought I have before fog swarms my mind, and I disappear.

NEW CHAPTER:

Delilah Sharpe was visiting her aunt, uncle, and cousins in Florida at the end of the summer going into her junior year.

On her last night visiting she went to a party with her cousin Stephanie and went missing.

Delilah was found the next afternoon, curled up on the beach, her clothes torn up, and covered in blood and bruises.

When asked what happened, Delilah was nonresponsive at first, but at last let one statement slip.

“Delilah, what happened to you?” her mother asks, sitting beside her hospital bed back in Maine, sobbing.

Delilah continued to stare straight forward, and said,

“No name told me not to talk,” and then she was silent.