The Whisperer

Chapter five: Truth

                   Iana was simply, running.  Just continue running.  Just continue running.  Don’t look back.  Don’t look back.  She repeatedly told herself as her hands rigidly gripped the big brown box filled with the scrapbook materials that Lyla and she will need for tonight’s project making activity.

                   You are such a klutz! Her mind screamed at her accusingly.  The inside of the school was too dark to see if she was able to put back every material that spilled due to her clumsiness, not to mention, those handmade ceramic beads that she painstakingly bought with her very own money that must’ve been swept away already.  How sad of course for her to think that that’s how those expensive beads of hers end up getting thrown into a trash bin.

                    She tried to calm down her haggard breathing.  Everything happened a little too fast, first, her best friend told her to go back to school to get the materials they needed for their project, since it was Iana’s fault that the box got even left behind, then accidentally, she caught sight of that substitute teacher she’s probably dreamt of only a hundred times over with a redhead in the classroom.  Archelle. 

                    Well, Archelle was the only red haired person in their school and yes, Iana knew Archelle.  Some people would even tend to mistake Iana for her, they kind of looked alike.  The differences there of course were their build and the color of their hair.  If Iana’s was jet black, Archelle’s was a natural deep auburn color. 

                     Now, the only question was, what were they both doing there?

                     She tried to desperately calm herself down; it really didn’t matter to her if the both of them were in some sort of relationship, or if battling their emotions—hormones rather couldn’t be anywhere near insatiable.  It wasn’t that quirky, most other things could be considered worse than that, like getting an abortion.  But when Iana saw Carrius and that force field being projected by him, she knew those people couldn’t be human at any point. 

          Within those few seconds of unbelief she saw Carrius’ extension, and it looked like a translucent, stretchable balloon as it expanded bigger and bigger until it touched her.  The pain for one was barely bearable, her nape and head ached simultaneously, it was even worse than a bad brain freeze, it hit her like another force was there, a wall that somehow collided with her wall.  During that time, she just dropped the box that contained their project; the racket it made probably helped Iana in gathering her bearings again.   She quickly picked up all those fallen materials, then as quickly as she could, Iana got out of there, stumbling like a maniac out from a mental hospital for the first time.

            Now the only thing she was worried about was the fact that they’ve probably seen her face.  If they weren’t completely humans, and they decided to kill Iana, then Iana might as well die without anyone really noticing it.  She shivered with the thought of that as horrifying images of bloody murders filled up her imagination.  Stop it! You’re going to die before you even reach home!

            So Iana continued running.

         

             In a little while, Iana managed to enter her house not scratched or dead for that matter.  She locked the door behind her and was greeted by her dad, who was unusually home early.  He was cooking up macaroni and cheese, her favorite dish.  In a way, that was how Carter would make it up her during the times his schedule was vacant, even if he won’t mention it of course.