Her

Part One:

 There she is again. That is -what?  The seventh time I have ran into her today? I watch her smoky hair sway as the light hits it and reveals flecks of a brownish, heaven color. She turns my way as I stare into her eyes, candy green apple with bits of gold. Yeah- she is definitely an angel. All the guys are always after her, and I understand why. I just want to be in her social circle, just to grace upon her life somehow.

"Gosh focus. What was that 20-seconds-of-courage thing I heard about? We could totally be friends! No, I certainly couldn't do that. Oh crap. She caught me staring. Well, might as well go dunk myself into a toilet.  Why is she walking towards me?! " I frantically think. Her eyes never leave mine and she sashays- rather skillfully if I do say so for being in heels- over to me and grabs my hand. 

"Follow me.", she says, looking urgent and scared. That's it. Two words was all she has to say to get me to trail behind her all the way out of school.  As we cross the front lawn of the high school that I hate, I still trail behind her like a lost puppy, into the woods... behind a miniscule green-house... across a hill and over a little stream. My backpack bounces on my side as I nearly slip on a slimy, moss covered rock. I never ask where we are going. No words are exchanged. After what was about an hour, only five minutes to my hyperventilating body, we come across a tree house. I don't understand how she walked through a freakin' forest in like, Stilettos, or why we had to walk so far, but I keep my mouth shut.

Inside, she pulls me closer than expected, like she is going to tell me her darkest secret. I can smell her rose perfume, filling my lungs in a unnaturally fake way. Her hand briefly touches my shoulder- me, as awkward as I am, flinching and backing away. 

She opens her mouth to say something, finally. Her expression has now changed from urgency to complete panic.

All of the sudden there is a burning sensation, taking over my body like a parasite. I fall to the ground, my backpack crushed underneath my weight.

My head is going to explode any minute now. This new fire creeps up my face like uncontrollable ivy on an old cottage,  taking me under until I am gasping for air, the room filling with illusioned smoke. It creeps up my face until I am blind to the world and clawing at the air for something- anything to help.  The heat is so unbearable that my eyes sting and my head starts spinning, and I know I am going to die.

I feel a blow to my brain and another in my chest,  then... well, then everything goes dark.