Pandora Inside Me

Chapter 2

Standing in front of the gates to this insane asylum, I feel like I have gone nuts. There are many students hanging around the front entrance to the school, others lurk around the building or on the lawn.

I walk through the gates trying to spot a familiar face. There is not one face recognise, so I go straight to my locker. While I am struggling to remember my code, I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. "Hey gorgeous. Fancy seeing you here.". I turn around only to find my best friend, Lesley, smiling at me. " Oh my goodness. You almost gave me a heart attack, Les!". I put my hand on my heart , acting panicked. She smiles at mme with her pearly white teeth, " How was your summer vacation, Ally?". "It was good and yours?". She looks at me with her emerald green eyes, she knows i didn't have a good vacation because I'm almost never happy. She then chooses to accept my reply, " You know I always have a good vacation and I spent it with with the most amazing boyfriend ever!". She swings her long brown hair over her shoulder.

" Ethan and you are finally dating. Omg I'm so glad for you two!". She smiles at me before nodding her head. We both start shouting. A teacher walks past us and just shakes his head. We continue shouting for about fifteen minutes then we stop. The bell rings and Les and I start making our way to our first class.

As we enter, there are alot of people already seated. In the crowd I meet a pair of hazel eyes. As I try to break the connection between us, Les pulls me and gestures for me to sit next to her. The teacher starts to talk but I'm more focused on the staring contest I just had with the most compelling eyes I have ever seen.

The rest of the day continues and in each class I can't seem to concentrate on what the teachers has to say. As the final bell rings I get a sad feeling which starts to cloud my thoughts. I can't believe I haven't thought about my dad's death for almost a whole day. Les walks me to the gate, we say our final greetings and we go our separate ways.

I try taking a slow walk home but I feel like I'm being followed. I try not to alert the people following me that I know they are there. I know someone is behind me, I turn around slowly trying to seem as if I am checking for on coming traffic. I see a black BMW with tinted windows standing few meters away from me. I take my cell phone out of my pocket and I call my dad's best friend, uncle Ian, who was his partner in the army. He answers on the second ring, " Hi, uncle Ian I don't want to alarm you but I think I'm being followed.". " What? Okay try to stay calm. Can you tell me what the license plate number on the car is, please?". I look over my right shoulder, " It's um... GH53290.". " Ally, keep walking. Try to act as nonchalant as possible. They shouldn't know you are on to them.". " Uncle Ian I'm scared. Please tell me this has nothing to do with my dad's death?". I can hear him sigh loudly. " Darling don't stress about it. You know your dad's death has nothing to do with you. Please listen to me lead to a different location, then once they followed you there, you run home as fast as you can. Do you understand?". " Yes I do . Should I keep you on the line?" " Yes please. Don't turn off the call and be careful. You don't know who you dealing with.".

I turn down Hudson Bay instead of Huddersfield where I live. I walk faster and I glance over my shoulder to see if the black BMW is following me. It still is and I came to a house with a low fence. I walk through the gate , I continue walking all the way around the house to the backyard. I climb over the fence into the yard of another house. I run out the front gate all the way down the road. I run for two blocks before I find the road I live in. I run until I get to my house. I run up to the door and look for my keys. I insert the key in the keyhole, quickly. I open the door and step inside. I go to the window next to the door and I check if I was followed home, the street is clear. I let out a huge sigh of relief and I remember I'm still on the phone with my uncle. I tell him in okay and he promises me he'll come check up on me. I go upstairs to my room. I put my bag down and I go into my bathroom to clean my face. I splash water onto my face and I look at my face in the mirror. How could I forget about what happened the night of my father's death. It is so fresh In my memory but I feel like I can't seem to place everything together of what happened. I dry my face and I lie down on my bed. It feels like hours, but it could only be minutes since I went to lie down. Eventually I drift off to the place I fear the most.