What I Call Life

Chapter two

The bus slowly pulls to a stop at the bus drop off.
I stand up and pull Kathleen in behind me. Over the summer I'd become very protective of her.
"Marcy! Stop!" Kathleen mumbles.
I let her go.
"Sorry." I weakly say. She flashes me a dirty look before she turns her attention away again.
We stomp down those steep stairs and walk into the school building.
I give Kathleen a dollar for the vending machine and swiftly walk towards my classroom.
I feel something drop down my lip. I look down and see blood.
"Oh my god."
It continues dripping. I look at my shaking hands and reveal a knife.
"Oh my god!"
I drop it and fall on my knees to the ground.
"Marcy? Marcy?" I hear a distant voice, barely louder then a whisper.
I completely fall to the ground. The next thing I see is darkness.
When I wake up I'm in the nurses office.
"Oh dear, she's awake!" A blurred figure says.
"Marcy?" Another voice asks. I recognize it immediately to be Kathleen's.
She rushes to my side.
I want to tell her it'll all be ok. That everyone will be alright, but I can't manage to say anything.
"It's ok child." I hear another voice coo.
"We're taking you home. I knew you shouldn't of done this."
I reach out my hand and weakly pat Kathleen's shoulder. She seems to be glowing, her strawberry blond hair seems to be floating.
"Are you an angel?" I ask as I see a halo form around her head.
The girl looks to the side, a worried expression painted on her face. I see her say something, but all I hear the loud sound of bells ringing.
I can't hear any voices anymore. The figures and surrounding blur, everything except Kathleen.
Or is it Kathleen?
The girl's hair turns to a deep, shiny black and she sprouts dark black wings.
She grows long, pointed horns and her beautiful blue eyes turn red. She looks exactly like me... only.... not me.
"You have four years." Says a booming voice, seemingly coming from the girl.
"Until what?" I ask. Everything around me seems frozen in place.
"Until you become one of us, or... " the girl points to her right, where another girl shows up. She has long golden wings, and a golden halo. She has sparkly golden hair.
"I... I don't understand, I'm not Christian." I announce. My voice seems unsoundly and distant.
The two girls giggle.
"In four years." The evil girl proclaims, "You will be one of us, it depends on if you change yourself or not."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because, you will soon realize you have a condition." The golden one says, her voice high and sweet. "You must die, soon."
"I-"
"No more questions!" The evil one says she comes up to me and seems darker then ever. "You have four years."
The two girls fade into the distance and I come back into reality.
"Marcy? Marcy are you ok? I see Kathleen, my Kathleen ask, shaking me.
I look up toward the ceiling, dazed.
"I have four years." I repeat.