Cursed

--> Ch. 10 <--

My supposedly Dad disintegrated all together, leaving his evil laughter in his wake.  It caused me to let out a breath I forgot I was holding.  I pulled my eyebrows together, feeling the pressure build up in my skull like the seconds before an explosion.   My lungs were suddenly scarce of air as I registered the immense pain in my head.

Holding my hand up to my forehead, I could feel the heat radiating off of it.  I suddenly felt like the whole earth was spinning entirely too fast.  Through my eyes, you'd see the ceiling lights reeling in never-ending circles and the wall coloring being swirled together.  I closed my eyes tightly because the creepy laughter became too much, which just made me sway in my desk.  I layed my head on my desk, the only words proccessing through my brain being those that came from my Dad's dead mouth.  I was completely oblivious to what my teacher was discussing, too focused on the terrifying laughter that sounded more like choked-up convulsions the more I listened.  Was this what is was like to have a hangover?

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"Holy crap.  That was so scary.  How in the world does that creep know you by name?"  Marcy asked, stumbling over to where I was gathering my stuff together the second after the bell rang.  I waited to answer until I stood up, my messanger bag feeling heavier than usual.

"Marcy, I'm pretty positive that was my Dad."  I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to concentrate on Marcy while at the same time battling an intense headache.

"What?!  Seriously?"  She bursted out with wide eyes.

I hesitated for the slightest second, then nodded my head.  "Yeah, seriously.  He was in my dreams the other night.  He called me his daughter and he looked exactly like he did today."  I placed my clammy hand on my forehead, soaking up the uncalled-for warmth raditating off of it.  "I can barely believe it myself."  A seering pain penetrated my head, making me stagger a couple steps back.

"Whoa.  Are you okay?"  Marcy's hand reached out to steady me and her eyebrows were pulled together with worry.

I nodded, even though I obviously wasn't feeling okay.  "Yeah, yeah.  I'm great.  Um, his laugh is just kind of...creepy."

She put on a pouty face.  "Hey, we'll figure this out.  But you should probably go to the nurse or something.  You don't look good...at all."  She attempted a comforting smile, but it fell in defeat.

"Okay," I nodded.  "Be on the look out, though."  I warned and began my walk to the nurse's office.  It didn't take long, considering it was right around the corner near the front office.  I ran into a few people who gave me death glares, but is was hard to know for sure because I could barely scrutinize anyone's facial expression exactly.  I stepped inside a door that was labeld Nurse's Office and went straight to the desk where a lady was examining a girl in. 

The lady, who's name-tag read 'Carol Gene', motioned to an empty row of seats.  "I'll be with you in a second."  Then she continued her conversation with the girl in front of her.

I took my time to sit down, afraid I'd get a head rush and black out if I made any sudden or jerky movements.  When I finally did plop myself down on the red cushions, I examined my surroundings with a bothersome eye.

Carol, at her desk, seemed to be the neat-freak type of person.  There wasn't a stray paper anywhere, they could all probably be found in a  specific file or cabinet.  There were germ-X bottles everywhere I looked.  I looked down at the tile floor, not surprised to see them gleaming with shine. 

There were a few posters hung up on the walls, mostly just saying things about eating healthy and exercising regularly.  One poster, though, caught my attention most with a black background and neon lettering.