Silence

Chapter 2

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I stand there, breathing hard and a smile creeps on my face. That makes him smile, this sends chills up my spind. What am I doing? I will not go through this again! I refuse to let myself get crazy, or crazier than I am already am. I take a step back Turing around and looking down at all the blood and broken glass on the floor. Shit I got to leave before someone finds me up here.

"Here let me help you " he says in a sweet voice. He steps forward and grabs my hand. I finch, causing one of the pieces of glass to go deeper.

I wince as more blood comes out of the already deep wound. I think I might need stitches.

"let me just help you!" He half demands and half asks. I sit on the floor and he follows sitting in front of me.

"Ok" I say with worry lined in my voice.

"So... how have you been?" He asks. He slowly one after the other takes out the glass. I wince and make small gasps as he does. "Sorry" he says smiling at me.

"It's ok " I say, I always loved the way he smiled at me..... I guess you could say I still do. "How.... um...." I try to say it but it comes out weird. "How did you get back? I thought they got rid of you.... like for good" I say as he walks over to my bag and pulls out my emergency first aid kit.

He cleans all the wounds on both hands. And we sit in comfortable silence. He gets bandages for the deepest wounds and one of the deeper ones is still bleeding but he puts one on anyways. He puts the kit back in my bag and stands up. He walks around. I also stand up and watch as he looks at me.

"You did get rid of me " he says hurt. "But I found my way back, you need me I know you do! I can feel it." He flips his hair out of his face.

What is he talking about? Has he gone mad?!?

"I know something bad is going to happen, so I fought my way from the deepest and darkest parts of your brain to help you." He says giving a sappy expression.

Wow this is the first time I have every seen him give any real emotion. But why now? And what does he mean by he knows something bad is going to happen? All I know is I have too many questions and not enough time to ask them all. Plus I am already 30 minutes late to 7th period, I got to go to class.

"I... I believe you!" I state "But I have to get to class, can we talk after school when I get home? It's important that I get to class." I grab my things and prepare myself for when I walk out. I take a deep breath, a tear somehow finds it's way out of my eye as I remember what I had just gone through. I shake that thought from my head.

I walk down the stairs and look outside into the hallway, coast is clear as I make my way down the hall outside where the portable is and my last class period of the day. I walk up to the door and I try to calm my nerves as I turn the door knob and walk into the class. With out looking at the teacher I walk to my seat at the way back of the class and keep my head low. I have never been the type of person to skip class or show up with only 20 minutes left to class.

I can feel everyone's eyes on me as I look down at my bloody hands, my deepest wounds still have little trickles of blood coming out and I reach into my back pack to grab some more bandages. When I see a pair of black dress shoes come in front of my bag. My eye twitches as that same soapy smell floods my senses. I freeze unable to move unable to breath, unable to think when I hear the teacher talk except it wasn't my 7th period teacher.

"Care to explain why you are so late to my class room?" He says in a slightly deep demanding tone.

"I.... um.... I... I" I whisper barely enough for myself to hear. I breath heavily as I know exactly who's voice this is. This voice I know all to well, well enough to know at this moment I am scared shitless.