Black Wings

Oh look, he came back.

      The Bell rang, signaling the end of fifth period. I grabbed my stuff and ran quickly from the classroom. My English teacher, Mrs. Fray, said something about a new project, but I dismissed her words and bolted to my science class. I made my way to the back where an empty table greeted me like an old friend.

     Sitting down in my usual seat, I saw Jake from the corner of my eye. He met my gaze and smirked. He adjusted his bag and shuffled over to me. Jake sat down in the seat beside mine. The teacher payed no attention to him, like he didn't exist. My teacher  called roll, but he wasn't on the list.

     "Jake. Why aren't you on the list?"

I wondered and his gold eyes darkened a bit. He leaned over to me and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I stayed still not knowing his intentions.
   
"Don't rat me out Cassie. You can't trust anyone. You have something special that no one else could even dream of having."
    Something special? There was nothing special about me whatsoever. 

"Jake stop messing around."

"I'm not messing around!" He growled at me, I turned to see his eyes were almost pitch black.

I raised my hand and told my teacher I wasn't feeling that well. She said I could call my dad and tell him to come and pick me up. After the office called me down to leave, I climbed into my dads red Mustang he cherished so much.

"What's wrong, Kiddo? I heard your head wasn't feeling so good." He said with a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, dad, I just want to lie in my room for a while and see if it clears up."

The truth was, I just wanted to look in that notebook again.

"Okay, we'll leave and go straight home."

"Thanks. I really feel awful..." I lied.

I was itching to find out what Jake was hiding. We drove along in silence and it was perfectly fine. My dad and I didn't really talk that much, we just knew we needed to be nice to each other. Especially after mom died. We didn't like to talk about it though. It hurt us too much.

I had been pondering how Jake had just, disappeared from the room after I'd asked to go home, bag and all. How could he do all these things? Why did no one else see him? As soon as we got home, I got out of the car holding my head in my hand trying to make my headache more convincing. I went straight to the bathroom. I glanced in the mirror to see how bad my face looked. I turned and lifted my shirt in the back to see the bruise was gone but in its place was something that made me almost scream. I had to hold a hand In front of my face to keep from letting it out. In place of the bruise where Jake touched me, was a tattoo of the infinity symbol.

I was terrified, considering I had no idea what this meant and Jake no where to be seen. I couldn't ask him. Great. I started to panic. What if my dad saw it? He probably wouldn't, but still. I shrugged it off and headed to my room.

I sat down on my bed and opened the journal Jake had left. The pages had more writing about me and some other person who's name sounded familiar. A voice I recognized made me jump.

"It's funny-- how one person can change your whole future... Isn't it?"

"Jake! How are you here?! You didn't even know where I lived!"

"No, I just followed you." He answered casually, as if he didn't just follow me to my house and watched me in my room. He came over from the wall and sat in the edge of my bed.

"Jake?"

"What?"

"So I saw on my back there's a little, um, mark. What's that for?"

"I want to protect you, Cassie. It's not like you'd figure this out on your own, so I'll tell you why." He paused and looked at me. His eyes that were once gold had changed to a metallic purple.

Jake explained why he was here and that he had escaped from an awful place that had tested on him and that I had left the day I'd gotten there, but he had loved me before. I had been brainwashed so I couldn't remember anything about this place. Or him. When he got out, he came to find me.

As Jake finished up his speech, a tear fell down his cheek. I was about to reach out and comfort him, but it dawned on me. I was the girl that had left, which meant that I was the love he had lost....