Best Enemies

Rubi

The music that fills the small café making the atmosphere feel even tenser.
The silence between us is too real, too thick, too quite. The red seats are far too bright and I imagine them screaming too many words that all blur into a hurry of distraction. After Hanna told us everything we just sat in silence, too shocked to even breathe. 

At first, I was chilled to the bone but gradually I feel something else. I'm melting, like a polar icecap slipping slowly into the sea. First my toes, then my feet, then up to my calves I melt. My heart slips around like my chest is full with water. My stomach churns and my head spins. I jump out of my squeaky seat and dash to the bathroom and glared into the mirror. My chest heaves as I breathe heavily, up and down, up and down. The LED lights capture all of my flaws in my skin and the sweat that beads my hairline.
"This isn't school anymore." I think quietly to myself, "This is serious, real life." 

Know I am muttering out loud. A cubical door opens in the bathroom and a young woman with a long braid that flows down her muscular back. She seems to be in her twenties and looks at me with a knowing look. Her eyes are tinged with bright green highlights that look straight into mine.  My heart stops. 

The toilet door opens letting the chatter and clinking of cutlery flood into the bathroom disturbing the silence. I knew who that was, without a doubt. Those eyes could never be forgotten, like a tattoo they are burned, pierced and screeched into my soul. 

That was the girl from the murdering, satanic, soulless group called Alcor. She was the one, on the stage, mind washing the robot children with her nonsense. She knows what we are doing. Now I am shaking, quivering with fear. 

I walk out to the others trying not to stumble with shock. I flop down at the table looking the others in the eye and soon they are as ashen-faced and wide-eyed like I am as I tell them about the woman. The similarities confirm my suspicions. Hanna stands up, her eyes filled with tears and her hands are balled into fists. 

"Nutmeg needs to be saved, she could die. This woman is dangerous, like horror movie dangerous."
Her voice cracks on the last words and she ran out the door. We see her sink down on a seat outside the café. Head in her hands and her life in pieces. Now I see how much she loved Nutmeg and how she treasures every one of her friends.

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