Don't Let Me Go

three

Monday came too quickly and it was almost 8.30 when I arrived at my new school. The school was hard to miss since it was the only high school in this small town. Its red brick buildings stood out among the green surroundings.

A school map on one hand and schedule on the other, I walked into the building, trying my best to ignore all the stares directed at me, the new girl. Having only less than 200 students didn't help me to fade into the background. What was that spell that Grandma had taught me when I was a kid, the one that made people ignoring me? I was so good in hide and seek game because of that. Damn, where was the classroom?

"Dante!"

I instantly turned to search the source of the high pitched voice that had called his name. Oh right, he was also going to this school, I remember Grandma told me yesterday. I wondered what he looked like now. All I knew from his visit to grandma's was his tall posture and beautiful laugh, which was not helping me to recognize him immediately.

A tiny girl with a very sleek blonde hair and curves all in the right places run passed me without a single glance. Her perfume hit me hard, causing me to sway a little bit. I followed her running form toward a tall boy, who seemed oblivious to her presence.

I hadn't be able to see his face clearly because he was facing the other way, but his dark hair and lean posture were similar to Grandma's guest last Saturday. Out of curiosity, I followed the girl and stop a few feet away from them, in between the students crowd and a huge brick column, pretending to read my new school map. As weird as it sounded, I felt that strange pull again. Just like when I was hearing his laugh in Grandma's living room. As strange as it might, as I look at him, the pull was getting stronger and made me want to run to him and never leave.

I pretended to focus on my school map, calmed my breathing while trying to find any logic to keep me sane. Was the tall boy the same Dante as my childhood friend? I understood if the way he laughed yesterday sounded familiar because he was Dante and we laughed a lot when we were kids. But what the fudge was this pull that I felt?

I regretted my decision to shift my gaze to him, because then I saw the pretty girl run her hands on his arms and half hugged him from behind. Suddenly I felt sick and angry to see her display of affection. Anger bubbled inside me and I bit my lower lip hard to keep my mouth shut. Words that I didn't even know beforehand started to form in my mind, ready to be enchanted as my eyes got clouded by such a hurtful show. What the heck?

I felt the similar sensation shot through my spine as when the accident was about to happen. No, no, no. This couldn't happen again. I dragged my feet leaving the crowded hall and luckily I found a restroom. I entered one of the cubicles and sat on the lid to calm down before I went to class or anywhere far from that tall boy and the girl, otherwise I would do something that I would regret. I bit my tongue hard until I tasted blood, unfortunately it only made the urge to say those damn spell harder. Just like the night when the accident happened.

I shook my head to dismiss my trail of thought. I was already shaking badly for restraining the urge to attack her or him or anyone in close proximity. I carefully took out my phone where I saved a spell that Grandma had asked me to remember this morning, just before I stepped out her house. Since I didn't trust my ability to memorize it, I put it in my phone's note. Grandma told me that I'll need it. I didn't even question her anymore.

"... and with the gentlest touch, I gently ..."

I read them repeatedly. Slowly I felt calmness seeping into my spine and the other strange words in my mind was gone as quickly as how it was formed. I knew they were in some kind of Latin, the same language as Grandma's incantation. However, never in my life I learned Latin, so I had no idea of their meanings literally, only the intention.