I look at the clock every five seconds. I told sheriff to call my mom, because I couldn't remember her number. His eyes. They look familiar. They look like someone I'm friends with...but I cant remember. Sheriff Stilinski...I know I've heard that name before...
Just as I'm about to look at the clock for the fiftieth time, the door opens, and two officers guide a girl, curly locks, pretty hair, tiny body, kind. Her eyes are as scared as mine, and I swear I've seen her before. They sit her next to me, and I look at her, wanting to ask the question that's whirling in my mind. She sobs at the floor, and I finally whisper,
"she did it to you, too." The familiar girl looks up from her sobs at the floor, and look at me.
"G-Grace?" She asks, unsure it's me. I nod, only half sure that's my name. The girl turns fully to me, and her eyes look empty, powerless. She says calmly,
"It's me..." She looks confused, and then unsteadily adds, "Cassidy." No bell rings in my head, and I shake my head. Cassidy slumps and turns back to her glance at the ground, saying in a tranceful, yet creepy voice,
"They took my power." I look at her. She took my power, too. Cassidy then puts her hands against her temples, scrunching in between her eyes. "I can still the screams, though. They're faint, but I can hear them. Like she didn't take away all of my power."
I try to zoom in to her thoughts, hoping with every inch of me Hayden didn't take away all of my power, too. But still, nothing.
It's all gone.
Stripped from me.
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About ten minutes later, five teenagers show up, worried looks on their faces. They look so familiar, but no one comes to mind. They search the room with their eyes, and when they all fall on Cassidy and I, they come rushing over to us, swarming us with questions.
Cassidy looks like she wants to scream, shaking and closing her eyes, as if she's trying to remember something. I look at them all. A girl with short brown hair and a mature face bends over Cassidy, along with a boy, dark hair and crooked jaw. A pretty girl with long red hair clutches Cassidy's knees as she crouches in front of her, trying to see what's going on in her head.
A girl with dirty blonde hair and kind eyes hugs me as an awkward boy with dark brown hair and worried eyes stands behind her, dry mouthed. The girl hugs me so tightly, like it's something a best friend would do. I don't think she's my best friend, though.Then, a handsome boy with light brown hair and tears in his eyes watches me carefully, looking like he wants to spring on top of me and never let go.
I don't know any of these people, and the world grows fuzzy. I stutter,
"She did it to me." And they all urn to my words, confused. They're growing fuzzier by the second, and they all rush over to me, questions piling up. I feel someone shake me, trying to keep me conscious.
As I fall into a sleep, scenes like an old film plays in my mind. I see a classroom, and here's what I think:
I sit down and tap my pencil on my desk, looking at the people around the room. My eyes scan the room, searching, reading people. My eye catches a boy, curly blonde hair, blue vibrant eyes. He's handsome and very reserved, kind. I can see hope and curiosity in his two pupils. I find myself staring, looking at his muscles through his white tee shirt and black leather jacket. finally, my stare shifts when a girl laughs. The girl, brown hair, pretty and peachy, was sitting next to a girl with strawberry blonde hair and vibrant eyes. They seemed familiar.
It was when I was the New girl. Then, another film,
I kissed him.
On the lips.
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"In love." I say. He freezes and looks up at me.
"What?" He says and grins, confused.
"That's what we are." I say, and smile, scared that I said the wrong thing. He smiles.
"Yeah. In love." He reassures.
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Memories come rushing back, until suddenly, as I surface, they all go away, draining as quickly as they came flooding back.
I don't remember a thing.
Except for one person.
My eyes shoot open and I gasp for air, feeling woosy and light headed. I hold my head in place and whisper,
"Isaac."
he was stripped from me.
And now as I'm gasping in front of these five teenagers who all are wide eyed and worried, I realize.
Something else was stripped from me, too.
