Taste for Trouble

chapter 4

Comment and vote. I am not done editing this chapter. You can REALLY tell where it isn't edited. But I am definately working on it.

I didn't sleep well. I tossed and turned, and finally woke up because of a nightmare; fearing the creature that wasn't there anymore.

I sat, drenched in cold sweat, my breathing rapid. I had to remind myself that it was a dream; that monster was done with me. And I was safe, at home...except...I wasn't. I realized with a start. I was sitting in a living room I didn't recognize. People were talking and laughing. I went to stand but realized I couldn't. It was like growing attached to a movie character and you don't want them to go into the basement, but you can't stop them. It was kinda like that, just the opposite. I wanted to ask where I was. How I got here. But I couldn't form the words. Actually, I was laughing. Loudly. And it didn't sound like my laugh at all...

The scene disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and I was really in bed this time, looking around at the darkness. I ran a hand through my short hair. What the...I had never hallucinated in my life. But that had felt really real. I could remember the feel of the laugh, the humor that caused it, I remember the feel of an old couch under my legs, squishing down, and the smell of a fireplace. I wanted to say I had imagined it...maybe it had been a dream...a dream that intoxicated all my senses...

Then, sounding in the back of my head, I heard a chuckling voice murmer, "You'll be fine." I felt ease and calm spread involuntarily over my entire body. Melting into me. I sighed as it spread, ceasing the unease I felt a moment before. I didn't question the voice, I didn't need to. All I needed to do was sleep...sleep and calm down...

I woke up, groaning as my alarm clock declared my days beginning. I slammed my palm into the top of it, hoping to kill it. Have my hand slice right throught the middle so that I never had to get up...humor filled me at my fantasy. But it was oddly interrupted by a small clattering that sounded from the end table. I knew before I grabbed it that it was what Jonny had left. I grabbed the small chain and peered at it. It was a small peice of jewelry, a necklace, with a very small crest pendant on it. It had intricate designs on it, and looked very expensive...but why would he have left it here? For me?

The drunk and stupid theory was beginning to sound better and better...

I pulled myself up, my bedding sprawled awkwardly from my long night. I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, taking my time. Nothing striked me as odd until I reached for my lip gloss...my hands looked...different...they seemed clearer, shinier...I inspected my right hand further. It appeared to still be the same hand...

I decided to ignore it though. I could still feel the hand, which was what mattered, or at least to me. I took my time getting ready that morning, sluggishly putting on a T shirt and a pair of jeans. Jeans that, surprisingly, felt like they fit better than the last time I had worn them. I smiled and grabbed my book bag the one that I had ALMOST brought to my boyfriends house and would have been lost if I had ended up bringing it. I trucked out of the house and to the bus stop, the sun not risen yet, and a chill in the air as if it was getting ready to snow again.

I  could almost taste my mind reeling at what would turn into a huge explosion of confusion and drama when I got to school. People asking why I was on the bus, and not riding with my boyfriend, why me, the girl known for missing so little school was gone for a day. And I'm sure the rumors would start there. I left because I eloped. Which would explain why I wasn't with my boyfriend. Well, I could definitely appreciate the creativity of some of the rumors that were bound to start. According to them, I would probably be pregnant and dead, at the same time.

I got on the bus with my eyes on my feet, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes directly. I made my way to the back where the rest of the seniors were and sat down, placing my head on the cold window and gazing out of it. It was definitely going to be a long day, but might as well deal with it right now than delay it for some other day.