She Can't Die

8. Ditching and nightly strolls.

8. Ditching and nightly strolls.

I don't give them anytime to come us with excuses or whatever else they might want to say to defend themselves. Just leap out of bed, shove on my boots, grab my 'get shit done' jacket and head out the door. I don't close it behind me as it is my room and they should leave it, though the satisfaction of a loud slam does sound good right now.

I head down the stairs and see that Rich is heading half way into his own room with two giggling girls in toe. His blond locks are styled just the way he likes them all subtle sexy-messy, like you need to run your fingers through it, not sure if it's to neaten or mess it up even more. I can tell he does this deliberately though, not like Caleb, or even Ethan's natural look. The girls are almost identical; blond hair, makeup caked faces, tight short dresses molded to their bodies. They aren't twins though just seem to be going for that look. Judging by their faces it seems they got to their goal, scoring with Rich. Not that he has a problem with any of this.

He catches my eye and raises his brow, smirking slightly at my dramatics. I suppose I've never stomped around the house before. Well, times are-a-changing. "Heading out?" He asks me, grinning wide now, as he leans against his door. The girls behind him start to dance, though there is no music to be heard. One take the others hand and they start grinding up on each other. Looks like the shows begun although Rich can't see it yet.

I don't answer just turn my attention to him, away from the girls, keeping my face blank. "Want to join?" He asks, grin stretching, and a devious look in his light brown eyes. I think he's trying to rile me up, but I'm already past my limit. Not that something like this would effect my usual calm and collected demeanour. Ha. I don't blush, and if I don't want to I don't give away my emotions. I just stay watching him for another second before glancing back again at the girls, they don't look so happy now their toy is getting distracted.

I let out a deep sigh, turn, and leave. "Maybe next time!" Rich calls out, though I don't turn I hear his door close and the giggles start up again. Guess he's not been that worried about me after all. Other things to do, like two chicks. I'm so funny, I know. I roll my eyes, not knowing why I care whether he's thinking about me at all.

I keep going passing him, and his twin wannabes. If they hadn't been giving me smirking, bitchy, or judgmental, looks I wouldn't have judged back, but there it is. Soon I'm out the front door, no more distractions holding me back. Feeling the cold breeze across my face feels good, needed.

I've wondered how some people just seem to break down with tears and wines when things like these happen. When an emotional event takes place, they scream and sniffle, close in, or drag others down. Me? I tend to just get pissed off. Who knows, maybe I'm just not normal, but then again, not a major surprise there if we are all honest with ourselves is it.

Now stuck in the pissed off mood I've made it too, I need to let out some of that aggressive steam that currently flowed through my body. Usually I'd go to the old goose and get one of Cades gang to go for a few rounds with me, but seeing as that happened to be the scene of the crime and most of said gang would have also noticed my housemates, and also did not think to mention this to me. Well let's just say my bad book is looking a little full tonight.

I spend the day wandering around aimlessly, people watching and letting of steam as I walk. At lunch I sit in a diner for a few hours, managing to buy myself a burger, fries, and a coke, with the loose change in my jacket. I don't stay too long though, the owner keeps giving me 'the look' after I've finished eating and am just sipping slowly at my drink. Three hours probably is too long to be sitting drinking coke. After the diner I just keep walking, heading no where, thinking up reasons for the lies. I get weird looks on occasion but it's not so bad as it starts to get darker.

It's not Ethan as much as Cade that I'm hurt by. There is a chance Ethan didn't know I associated with Cade, but Cade most definitely knows who the boys are. He made sure to keep an eye on the lot of them, putting his group on each of them for a couple of weeks when I first move in. No matter what I do I just can't think of a good enough reason. Maybe he thought he was protecting me, though I don't see how he possibly could have come to that conclusion.

I still wind back to shaking at the whole situation, furious. At Cade, at myself for not knowing. Embarrassed, betrayed. So I find myself wandering the streets towards the areas which some of the more dangerous creatures tended to haunt. I pulled my hood low and loosened my limbs to both prepare for the fight and also appear relaxed, and therefore a perfect victim. I slowed my steps, hearing the scuttling sounds from an alleyway I'd just passed. I'm pretty sure my hearing is better than the average joe, but it's not super hearing or anything. If you know what to listen to though, if you know what to look for, you can always find those hiding in the dark.

I leant down, pretending to need to tie a loose lace. I was wearing the type you can slip on. There's nothing worse than tripping over an untied shoe. It's not even the added danger, shits just embarrassing. Plus, one of the oldest trick in the book and not very original, but hey It works so I say go with it.

Feeling the stillness fill the air, the tingling sensation pick up against my neck, I reached into my boot and wrapped my fingers around my trusty friend, shiny. He's a big ol', scary as fuck, hunting knife and what a beauty she is. Cade often says its like I have eyes in the back of my head, I just know when an attack is coming. I even know that the thing behind me is a ghoul, but then maybe that's just the smell of rotting flesh. It's both freeing and terrifying how my body just knows how to react when I'm in the thick of things.

I twist, using the momentum to force shiny upwards through my new friends ribs. I keep moving forward, pushing so hard the knife sinks in deeper and I end up on top of the ghoul. My knees press into his stomach, slimy and leaking hi sinners out even before Shiny had his fun. There's a squishing, a snapping, and a popping sound. I feel my lips spread into a satisfied smirk, the tension and anger begin drifting away. I'm fucked up. I know it. His hands reach out for me but I've already grabbed my lighter from my back packet. I hold the flame up and the ghoul flinches back then goes still. It is their greatest weakness really, both the thing that fascinates and destroys. I inch back flame still lit, big, sunken eyes still staring, entranced. Then I drop the lighter, and watch the fire scotch.

It doesn't take long for the ghouls jerking it's body to go still. I tilt my head and watch the whole thing, wondering why the sight fascinates rather than terrifies, or disgusts me. I think it's something to do with my connection with death. Sometimes, I'm actually glad of the big bad creatures. I don't know what I'd do with out them to take out my frustrations on. Then I remember all the things I've seen them do, and I hate myself just that little bit more. Though sometimes, I let myself think too long. Sometimes, I think I'm just as evil as they are.