Memories

Memory Two

The man features were different. His hair was a bright orange color, resembling a clown’s wig. His eyes were a startling white, as if he was blind. He had a lean body but with his blind eyes, it made him look scary, like he could make you wish for death. He took the mike from Gary, who lets go of it, stumbling away from him.

                From the bottom of the bleachers, Katie stood with her hands at her chest, cup together. She had that same worry lines she got when the death of Morgan was still fresh. Her body was tense, as if she was trying to debate to go forward or wait. From afar, Gary shook his head, asking her to stay, silently.

                The orange hair man raises his hand, brushing his curly mass hair back before speaking into the mike, “Hello, people!”

                He gives a formal bow, before continuing on, “I am Snick Lloyd.” When he pronounces his name, it had an Old English accent to it, making it sound more like ‘sick’. A few snicker at the name, one guy had the guts to laugh aloud.

                “Snick, more like Sick-o!” he yells, cracking up once more. A few people laugh while some girls cover their mouth, hiding the grins. I didn’t smile at all, since Snick looked amused. He was made fun and he looks amused, it sounds pretty wrong.

                “Well, I’ve been to this school before, it has been almost hundred years” he said, wistfully. People start to murmuring in confusion. The girl beside me snorts.

                “Who is this guy?” she asks, shaking her head. “He needs professional help.” She gives the guy next to her a grin only to let it faded away. The guy didn’t look amused, he look offended.

                “What are you saying?” he demands, his eyes narrowing slightly.

                The girl falters confused. “Nothing, Dan. It’s just that no one can live a hundred years, it’s impossible.”

                The guy stands, shaking his head. He looks at her, as if he never truly knew her. “Impossible? Tell me, Sandy, does me being cure sound impossible to you?”

                The girl stands, her hand on his arm. “No” she said, looking distraught. “That isn’t what I meant, Dan. You know that, I love you. I’ve waited for you to be cure because I knew you would be.”

                “Is that right?” he said, a smile creeping across his face. His eyes started to do that freaky glow, again. “Well, Sandy, not only was I cured, but I was brought back, with a price, of course.”

                “A price?” she asks, confused. “I thought everything was taken care of by your parents.”

                “Yeah, they took care of the hospital bills but they were budget cuts and they didn’t know what to do, so they pulled the plug” he said, a full smile on his face but it look frightening. Like he lost some of his sanity.

                Sandy laughs. “What? That’s not true.”

                He nods, leaning close to Sandy ears. He whispers something quiet that has her choking on her laughter and her eyes widening. She back away from him, her face paled.

                She covers her mouth, staring at the guy with pure disgust. She ran down the stairs of the bleachers, aiming to get away from him and leaving me with him. He looks at me, still smiling.

                “Do you girls always have to run?” he asks me, before disappearing from my sight. My body backs itself against the wall, my eyes darting around. From the bottom, a screams erupts.