Perfect scars

Chapter Four.

Although the lesson went very slow the day went quickly and I soon found myself walking out the building towards that car park, not everyone finishes at the same time and everyone's lessons are different. There weren't that many people leaving apart from me. I was soon in the confined walls of my car again. In a way being alone was like a comfort to me. I can't betray myself. I can't fall out with myself.

I pulled myself out of my train of thought and started to drive home but no matter how hard I tried the same questions circled around my head like they were on a constant loop; a stuck never ending record. What is that mark? and why does he have it too? If I'm honest I've never quite questioned what it meant or why no one else could see it? or why I had it? But, I'm not sure that I want to know the answers.

When I pulled into the drive the house was quiet like I expected, no one was in as mike was still at work and It was only half three and most week days he would never get back until seven maybe even six at the earliest. I sat in my car for a second pondering the strange thing which I haven't thought twice about until I met him. I don't even know him but for some reason I feel like everything I know is a lie the weird numb feeling I get in my head when I'm around him... I feel as if he is the answer to my unknown past, but that cannot be true.

I shook my head and managed to walked inside without loosing myself in thought again, I opened the door and looked around taking my coat off and shoes and walked up to my bedroom.

I sat on my bed and opened my laptop and started to search...

what am I searching for? what is this how should I know what to search if I don't know what it is? or how I got it? I lifted my shirt and look at the mark that was etched into me like a tattoo, but a tattoo I never wanted nor asked for. it can't mean that much. I mean it has never been a problem before, or caused me to think anything different.

I ran my fingers through my hair stressed out by not finding anything new and decided to go for a run. I got changed into a black sports top and some sports leggings with trainers. My top was cropped showing my cross but  no one can see it so I'm not bothered about it being on show. I quickly grabbed my phone and headphones for music.

Walking down the stairs and to my front door. I held the handle and opened the door feeling the cool air racing in. Its autumn, my favorite season I know it's the season where everything starts to die, but even though they die they die with such grace and beauty. the leaves dead carcasses drift silently onto each other like they have fallen from battle.

A gust of wind send shivers down my spine pulling me out of my trance. I shut the door behind me and placed my headphones in my ears playing my music loud so I could block this fake world out. I started jogging along the road that I usually drive down it felt different...

As I ran I felt a small burning ignite on my mark, I was cold but it felt like my skin was on fire. I kept running down the road distracted by the feelings inside me. It got more intense it felt like steam should be coming of my body. It almost becomes unbearable until I finally turned the corner and suddenly found myself running into the back of some one. I stumbled back and looked up "oh, I'm sorry I was... distracted" I said as a familiar face turned towards me "Oliver hi I am sorry uh again" I stuttered god what am I saying he looked at me and smiled slightly. Why am I so nervous!

"We need to stop meeting like this. You know if you wanted to talk you could just say hey instead of running into my back all the time." he winked I rolled my eyes and shook off his comment he smiles suddenly faded as he looked at my stomach "what?" I asked confused he couldn't see it, could he? If I could see his maybe it would make sense if he could see mine, but this all seems impossible. "You're a hunter?" He asked "What?" confusion spreads over me as I watch his face waiting for a smile to crack and him just be joking, but it doesn't."What are you on about?" I asked trying to keep my voice even "a hunter you have the mark so you're a hunter" he said calmly and he nodded towards me "what mark?" I said taking a step back slightly as he held out his arm and pointed out the cross with the star on top of it on his arm which I had been looking at. I was right... It looked identical to mine.

I was right... But I felt a wave of confusion drown me... I have an answer but I have never felt more confused.

"No, I'm not a hunter sorry you must be mistaken" I said turning around and walking away with even more questions in my head I felt his eyes on me as I walked away from him. Maybe he was as confused as I am about all of this, or maybe he knows more than I do? No, he definitely knows a lot more than I do.

A hunter? What's that supposed to mean... what do they hunt! who do they hunt? A thousand questions ran around my head as I walked home. He could see my mark? I suddenly panicked thinking everyone may be able to see it now I placed my arm over it as I walked faster towards my house. I don't know why but this all made me feel emotional and I felt my eyes start to water slightly.

Finally, I reached my door and stumbled to open it quickly and stepped into the warmth of my house, however it felt odd the air felt heavy and think. Once again, I felt a burning sensation spark up in my stomach like a fire was ignited inside of me, but something was different it burnt incredibly strong I'm surprised that there is no pain. I didn't feel alone. I eventually found the courage to talk "Hello?" I shouted hopping it was mike home early but, there was no reply I looked in to the living room and nothing seemed off or out of place to me but it still didn't feel... right.

However, when I walked into the kitchen and a strong cool air rushed into me I looked around at pages everywhere and the window was wide open each draw had been pulled open and the contents chucked onto the floor. I looked around panicked, what happened! who did this? are they still here?

A sudden panic surrounded me I stayed quiet and grabbed a knife which was on the floor and slowly made my way upstairs, I know what you're thinking this is the point where the girl dies because she didn't just run out of the door, and you'd probably be right however my curiosity got the better of me and I walked around.

I stayed as quiet as I could however, my nerves made it hard for me to breath quietly and my hand shook as I gripped the knife, my palms started to sweat as I reached the top and scanned the area my door was shut, I left it open.... I always do...

I swallowed a lump in my throats and grabbed the handle it was so cold like pure fresh ice. I breathed out slowly trying to calm my already racing heart as I open the door, air spun around me freezing me to my core.

I felt the warmth drain away from me as a cloaked figure stared at me from across my room. His eyes where colder than ice although I couldn't see a face I could feel them staring at me, digging into me. I held the knife out but in shock I didn't know what to do I freaked out as he started to come closer to me.

I turned fast and ran to the stairs my feet almost tripping me up and I attempted to screamed loud but it seemed to come out silent, everything was silent as I ran away the figure came closer as I reached the door I opened it however I felt an icy grip around my wrist pulling me back, slamming me against the stairs "who are you?" I screamed in a shaky voice they said nothing but started to move closer. I looked around for the knife I dropped.

I could feel the blood drain from my face out of pure fear. I grabbed the knife and held it tight in my hand, but as the distance shrank between us my hand gripping the knife became loose as the cool air froze my fingers until I could no longer hold the knife. I heard the metal hit the floor and it seemed to amplify the noise through the house. I have no help, no weapon, no escape.

This is it.... I'm dead.