Mysteries

Chapter 1

Two years later

Sun leaked through the paper curtains, blinding my vision for a couple of minutes. My black hair fell to my mid-waist as I combed it, staring at myself in the mirror.

Dark circles had formed under my eyes, it looked like I hadn't slept in years!

Which would be slightly true.

Concealer covered up the traces of sleepless nights, making my pale skin look a bit more lifeless and not like a diseased zombie from The Walking Dead.

My shirt was a simple, black Normal People Scare Me with black ripped jeans and navy blue converse.

The bracelet he gave me when we first started dating was still on my wrist; Until the end will we part - M.S

Tears weld in my eyes as I shoved them back, wiping that vision away.

For two years I had been trying to get that same image out, but it was no use.

My door creaked open, allowing cool air to slap me in the face.

I pulled my beanie down, my nose scrunching up to the quiet streets of North Carolina.

Every morning was cool, not cold but enough to make you want a light jacket. Afternoons were usually just right, not too cold but not too hot.

If it wasn't for everyone avoiding me, I would love North Carolina.

But all of that had changed.

It wasn't that I hated it here. No, hate is a strong word. It's just hard being in a place where everyone is afraid of you.

Everyone in North Carolina knew me as a mystery. I was always alone, and if I wasn't people were avoiding me.

Even the cops avoided me.

I sighed, pulling my beanie further down over my ears. I kept my head down, only glancing up to know where I was going.

I looked around the neighborhood, careful not to look directly at people.

This one house caught my eye, though.

A moving truck was parked outside as people piled stuff inside. A boy, around my age, was standing there just watching.

Blonde hair stuck up everywhere, milky white skin almost as pale as mine.

No. No, it couldn't be. He- he was dead. I shook my head, walking at a semi-faster pace.

He was gone.

I took a deep breathe and sighed, regaining my focus on going to the music shop.

Music, Col. Music.

Every morning I went to the music shop. It was the only place where people weren't afraid of me.

Mainly because no one ever went there.

Emmett's Music Store was popular until Ed and Seb's Music Store opened just a block away.

Sad, really. But good for me.

The only person who worked there was always in the back, listening to Bon Jovi and Frank Sinatra; she was an old soul.

I sat in the back, looking through the pile of CDs that were stacked in the back.

Ding.

The front door bell chimed.

My head shot up, looking confused as the girl bolted out of the back room.

"Er.... Hi. I was just wondering if you had any Green Day CDs?" He had an accent. New Zealand.

"You must be knew around here. No one comes here anymore. Go down to Ed and Sebs." She sighed, her voice like a robot.

"But she's here." I turned away as the girl let out a shaky side.

"Don't go near her, kid. She's dangerous." I heard her whisper.

Tears weld in my eyes and I quickly got up, rushing out of the shop.

Walk, Colbie. Just keep walking.

A tear fell from my cheek but I quickly wiped it away.

Do not cry.

It wasn't your fault.

None of it was your fault, Colbie.

But how could I believe myself when everyone around me didn't?

I let out a choked sigh, opening my door and then slamming it again.

I flopped onto the couch, burying my face in a pillow and internally screaming at myself.

I had no one.

No parents; they died in a car accident five years ago.

No friends; most of them back stabbed me but the rest ran away after the incident.

No human being interaction; everyone was afraid of me.

All I had was myself, and that had to be enough.

But it wasn't.

Talking to myself with full on conversations isn't healthy.

Is it?

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a knock on the door.

My breath hitched, staring at the wood for what seemed like hours but was only minutes.

I got up with trembling limbs, pressing my hand on the cold knob.

"Er.... I just wanted to know if you were okay. You ran out of there pretty fast and I-"

I cut him off.

"I'm f-fine..."

Of course if you knew me you'd probably run away.

"I- I'm Mikey."

No. Shut up, Colbie its not him.

"J-just Mikey?" I asked hesitantly, a stammer here and there.

He scratched the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly.

"Just Mikey."

A small smile formed on his face and I bit my lip.

Don't get close.

"I'm Colbie."