Dark Knights

chapter 2

2

As we drove away from the only home I have ever known, I couldn't help but let this sadness over come me. Go figure. The one time I can actually get away from the home that I have always despised, I don't want to leave. Maybe its the fact that it's not just the home that I am leaving behind, but my life that I have built there. I am leaving this town that I love, I wont get to graduate with my friends, and worse of all..I am leaving behind my best friend in the whole world. And with out saying good bye...What will she think? What will anyone think?And will anyone come look for me, I asked myself.

" I have to do this for jasmines own protection. I refuse to let anyone I care about get hurt." I whispered to myself.

As we drove onto the highway I sighed and slumped back into the gray leather seat, silently saying my final good-byes to the life I am leaving behind--And to the life I may never return to.

"You should get some rest. We have a long drive ahead of us." Keith spoke gently,careingly, but never once even glanced at me.

"How long?" I asked.

" Nine and a half hours."

"Great." I mouthed to myself.

I leaned against the window and closed my eyes, even though I had no intention of falling asleep. I winced and felt a cold tear drip smoothly down my right cheeke as memories, great memories, ran wildly through my mind. The first memory was when I first arrived at the Donolies. I remember their friendly welcoming and could even almost feel their warm-parent like hugs. I even remember seeing Billy leaning against the far wall, rolling his big brown eyes. That memory flew by and then it was my first day at this new school and I felt completely out of place. Everyone had known everyone there and had been frieds for years, so I felt like their wasn't a place for me. And then it was lunch time and I was sitting on a bench all by myself until this one african- american little girl walked up to me with a big friendly smile on her face. That was the moment I knew we were going to become best friends. I smiled deeply to myself and held on to that memory for as long as I could, but then just like the first one, it drifted away and then it was our first day of highschool and we decided to participate in the cheer try outs. I of course, didn't think I would make it. I never thought I was pretty enough or flexable enough, but then Jasmine convinced me differently and next thing I knew I was a cheerleader.

All these flash backs must have been making me exhausted, because minutes later I was yawning and feeling my body go into a deep unfortunatly none dreamless sleep.

"Keith please help us. Please you must protect our baby girl." The mother was crying frantically into the phone.

The man was rubbing her back for moral support and then the women suddenly fell to her knees. The little girl watched as her father took the phone from the women."Thank you brother. We must protect our precious Kali from the Dark Knights, at all cost."

Then both the parents whipped their heads towards the big window in the living room and the horrible dream begun.

"Kali, Kali wake up." I felt someone shake me and I made a gentle 'hmm' sound, then slowly opened my eye lids." We're here."

" Already? What happeend to the nine and a half hour drive?" I pushed myself up and looked at the time in the car. It read 4:30.

" You slept for a while. Must have been a long dream huh? anything interesting?" he asked.But the way he had asked it just...didn't sound right. And I rubbed my hand against my now quailing stomach.

I took a slow steady breath. I really did want to tell Keith about my dream. About how I could hear their voices almost as if I was right there in the room, and I know the people who killed that poor girls parents were called 'The Dark Knights', and weirdly enough--the little girls name is Kali. I felt keiths gaze stareing at me so I quickly answered with the first thing that came to mind." It was nothing." I spoke a little too fast. Even I knew that didn't sound at all convincing so this time I actually took a bit of time to think of a proper, more convincing response." It was just like any other dream." I shrugged for empathy." I don't really remember much."