Almost Human (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 6

I saw her die with my two eyes.
I mean, I contributed to the accident. (Guilty)

Did the other drivers survive?
If Olivia did then they obviously did as well.

Don't want another life on my hands.

But why the hell isn't she injured or anything?

Not a single scratch on her. Something is going on. Something supernatural?

I shake my head, that's just absurd.

But I can't say seeing someone who just died sounds more sane.

"Um, guys, I should really go get ready for class. I'll think about the offer." Brianna says, right before she leaves.

"Bye." I mutter, my eyes still fixed on Olivia's.

"Olivia, how did you-" I begin.

"Survive? Walk outta of that car accident unscathed, hm Trent?" She whispers/screams.

"Uhmm.....pretty much exactly w-what I was gonna say." I mutter, my voice shaky.
It just doesn't make sense I kill- rammed her into traffic.

I eye her more closely.
Her legs and arms seem to be perfect, her face even better.

The only thing that mars her perfection right now is a strange mark on her neck.
Specifically her jugular artery.(sometimes I pay attention in science class).

It's small not very conspicuous.
Scratch that. They're small.
I spot two black spots on her neck.
Talk about weird.
Slamming head-on, at full speed, into an oncoming car doesn't leave two black spots on your neck.

It leaves you dead. Gone.

"How?" I continue.
The bell rings for classes to start.

"I don't wanna be late."she says and dashes off without even landing on my question.
"Hey! Wait!" I call after her, but there's no sign of her.
She disappeared. Damn her.

I need information.
Something super weird is going here.
Zombies?
Once again, I shake my head.
That's even more absurd.

Maybe it is.
But maybe I just don't want to believe it.

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    I kept my head low as I roamed the campus. It was bad enough there was a pretty zombie in the school, actually confronting her/it would just be...wrong. Unpleasant.
It feels so weird. Hiding from what I supposedly caused.
If I hadn't rammed her the way I did, she would still be alive.
As a human, not a zombie.
Yet I haven't seen her the whole day. It's freaking creepy. Honestly.
That strange feeling of being known to something unknown.
Way to f**k up my day even more!

I briskly walk to my next class, Math. During Math, I'll have enough free time to think about this crap. You know, go over the facts, on my own, peacefully in a serene environment, considering we're all bored to freakin' death by Mr.Henry.

But no.
Olivia can still rain shit down upon me, without even trying.
Her whole clique is my class.
I have to sit by the person who I supposedly murdered the previous day.
Somehow, I'm able to think this with no remorse whatsoever. The guilt is gone.
She doesn't deserve pity, even if she died, now that I think about it. Beeatch.

I enter the class and take my seat at the back and Mr. Warbley -or 'That Old Guy' as we normally refer to him as- walks in.

"Good morning, class." He greets, stretching his o's and a's.
Some people groan.
Whoa, the class is bored in less than a minute, new record!

"How was you-" he begins.

"Get on with it already, dinosaur!" He's cut off by a guy right in front of me.

Mr. Henry scrunches his nose a bit and straightens his hand knit sweater, before continuing with today's lesson.

He doesn't notice the fact that there are some empty seats around.
For the zombie and others.

"So we blah blah blah, stuff I don't care about, some more useless stuff. That is why this the most important lesson of all time." Then I lose him.
My head is resting on the table immediately. I can catch up later, right?

He drones on and I doubt no one but the nerds are listening.
I can hear the clock ticking slowly, as time flies by.

"Miss Brennings! Do you think I have the time to go over the entire lesson, just for you? Where were you anyway? I must say, I have an extremely tight schedule and it would be nearly impossible to find time to teach you!" He spits.
Right.
Olivia Brennings.

"Relax, fossil. I was only out with the girls." She says nonchalantly.

"You weren't even on the campus! I will have to to report this to your father! Young lady he will be so-"

Olivia cuts him off by placing a finger over his lips.
Unexpected, honestly, even from Olivia.

She inched closer to his face, and he didn't protest.
He looked petrified.
Just frozen in his place.
His eyes are wide open now.

I heard someone whisper 'makeout session' and a few people sniggered.
Other than that, the class was silent, anxious to see what would happen next.

I wasn't laughing.
I was focused on finding out what the hell Olivia was about do.
She's never done something like this before.
No one has. Is she going to eat him?
Me, myself and my stupidly absurd thoughts.

Her clique just watches her.
Silently. It's just so weird.
All of this.

She breaks the silence after what felt like years and whispers, with eyes boring into Mr. Henry's,

"Look, old man. You're not telling anyone about me skipping class for a while, especially not my dad.
Plus I'm sure you're tired of droning on and on about nothing, so why don't you take a break? Or a nap?"

The man is still. He doesn't blink or say anything.
Huh? What is this?
What the hell is going on here?

After a few seconds, he squints his eyes in confusion.
Then he yawns.

"I do deserve some rest." He mutters, before sitting in his chair, placing his head between his arms, now folded to form a pillow.
And actually sleeps.
Wait what!

Dammit Olivia.
First resurrection, now hypnotism?
What the hell has she gotten herself into?

Or better yet, what the hell have I caused?!