Screams Of The Dead *Liam Dunbar*[1]

28. Summer Ball

Chapter 28. Summer Ball         

Butterflies danced anxiously in my stomach. Today was the day I have been dreading the most. Well that's not entirely accurate; A part of me was actually looking forward to the Summer Ball our school was holding. But only the minor part of me which wanted to go with Liam and be able to see him dressed up in a nice Tux. I mean come on, I bet he cleans up well.

The bigger part of me really was not looking forward to this. Only because other than Liam and Mason I wasn't exactly friends with any one else in my year. I had become very closed off after everything that happened with Violet and Garret. God knows who I should trust for friends now?

I kept my promise to Liam, After we returned home I lost all contact with everyone. Scott, Stiles, Kira and Malia. I even got Lydia and Liam not to talk to me about the others too, made it a lot more easier to detach from that life. I thought it would be best to forget about everything and try and get my life back on track.

The screams. The wails of death in my head, they have hardly been there much. Only when I could sense death, but at the moment that was only rare. I felt almost, normal again but the memories of the past was what kept truth in my head. I was different to everyone else. Maybe it was better to accept my difference then to try and hide it, I mean Lydia had right so why shouldn't I?

I was facing my full length mirror which has been hung on the wall. I had already had my outfit on, a beautiful maroon coloured lace dress which went down to my mid thighs. I had a pair of burgundy 2 inch heels on my feet. It was rare for me to wear heels due to my usual clumsiness but I promised I'd give them a go.

My mother sat me down on the edge of my bed, and started curling my hair into nice lose curls which fell down my shoulders and framed my face in a more prominent way which made me feel more beautiful.

"Are you okay darling?" My mother asked. It felt weird having her around a lot more than usual, but she was really trying to be a better mother and I shouldn't discredit her for it.

"Yeah mom" I sighed lightly, "I'm fine" I admitted, yet my voice seemed to have a more bored drone then what I planned to put in it. My mother, stayed silent and carried on curling my hair with the curling iron.

"Why are you sad darling?" My mother asked, one of her hands now moved onto my shoulder and squeezed it. I frowned slightly, waiting for my mother to curl the last strand of my hair before I turned around to face her.

"I'm not sad" I protested in a more calm tone. I tried to keep myself neutral so I didn't wreck my mood for later on. If I kicked this off in a bad mood then sure it will follow through and I really didn't want Liam being annoyed because I was being sour. I should leave the sourness to Derek.

My mother placed her hand on my cheek, cupping it in a light caress as her brown eyes bored into my own. Her lips twitched slightly, "Then why are you crying?" She asked.

"I'm not" I protested again, bringing my hand up to my eyes only to stop when I felt the wetness of tears touch the back of my hand. My body froze like ice, pulling my hand away only to see a small black stain on my hand from the tears making my makeup run.

"Rebecca, darling why are you-" My mother started but I cut her off with a loud snarl. "I DON'T KNOW!" I snapped violently, my eyes bulging as I glared at her. I let the fury in me which I had been trying to eradicate for ages blaze up into dancing flames. My anger management clearly hasn't been working well.

"Mom I just need you to help me put my makeup right" I added quickly after, seeing my mother's face sink from my violent outburst of anger quickly. She let her eyes shut but nodded her head and she quickly helped me reapply my makeup but this time using waterproof in case I had another random tear breakdown.