Prophecies: The Grey

Stay With Me

My mind shifted. I have been out here for about four hours. And my mom probably already figured out I am gone, by now. But I don't want to go. I don't want to go hom. Not with my drug-user mom, and I don't want to go to school with my x-boyfriend who is a werewolf. As for my dad, I haven't even seen him much lately, he is always too buidy with work. He has been accupied almost every hour of the day now. I don't really miss seeing him, though because I am still holding a grude. I can do this forever if I wanted to. 

I got off my butt, finally, and used my hands to pull up my whole body so I could get back on my feet. My legs feel like Jell-O. I started to walk at a slow pace. Wiil I miss them? I ask myself. Am i going to regret this? Honestly, I think I could live alone. I mean, when I was little, my dad and I would go hunting. I was actually really good with a bow even at age 9, it was kind of creepy, though how good I was. But when I turned 12, I never liked going out with my dad anymore. 

An old building stands in front of me now. I stop my feet from shifting any further and I stare at it. The old house. The building looks as if it had been wet so many times, that the wood is molding and is falling apart. Spider webs are everywhere, too. It looks dangerous, honestly. There is nothing about this building that makes any part of it even decent. It looks about two hundred years old. 

For some reason, I felt vigorous. Excited, I went to the door and threw it open, not caring at all if it breaks or not because by itself, it's already broken. Surprisingly, the door doesn't actually break. I smiled and let out a terse "Huh.". It sounds a lot like a sigh, though. But I am not upset at all. 

When I started to walk in, however, I heard a bang like someone had been moving something and intense breathing behind a corner in front of me. I made my face fill with irritation. I am done with surprises. I frowned, making my lips one peirce line. There was no smile on my face what-so-ever. 

"Hello?" I called, straining my voice. I heard another rustle, but quickly, it stopped again. Now, the sound is comign from a little further back behind a vauge old table. But then again, everything in here is vauge. Also, to my luck, it is kind of dark. The lights is non-illuminous. They are very dim. With the little light I have, I cannot make out any of the things in here. "Hello?" I call again. "Is anyone there?" I shot my arms to my thighs, and if it were possible, getting even more angry. I huffed quickly and let my feet roam the room a little. I walked a few feetcwhen the thing that was making the rustling stood in front of me. He/she is about three houndred feet away from me now. 

I can't make anything in particular of this person. All I know is that it is a boy. Well, man actually. Suddenly, the lights flickered. I jumped a little with surprise. I sighed and swallowed hard, and then I cleared my throat, "Who's there?" I ask almost afraid. 

"Jade." said the man, like he was realizing something. But I recognized the deep, threatning voice. Damon. How did he get here? Why is he here? "I knew I recognized that voice. The loving, soothing voice I could never get sick of hearing." I frowned again and stared at his deeply face as I walked a little closer to him. 

"Why are you here?" I asked tensly. 

"I think I should be asking you the same question." Damon said with a smirk on his face. I could barely see it, though. But I know him well enough to know when he is smirking or not. "Now listen and listen carefully. I am not re-peating this, okay?" I nodded when he paused. "I live here. I live here because...becausee...I never had a family." he spit out. 

"What do you mean, Damon?" I asked. He never told me he had no family. 

"Let me finsh!" he almost yelled. "I told you I did. But I lied. That's why you never got to meet my family. Because I never had one. Not for a long time. I spent almost all my money on the plane ticket here, so I didn't have enough for a hotel, so I snuck in here. Until I get a job, at least. It isn't too bad in here. I mean, if you ignore the spider webs and the mildew." 

"So there was another lie..." I mummbled. Damon ignored what I said. "Look. Why didn't you just tell me you didn't have a family? I could have understood." 

"Because..." he sighed,  "Telling you this story isn't easy for me. I know they died, and I can't change it. Look, I know you are looking for answers and I know you are fustrated, but can't you hate me. You have every right to hate me. This is something any girl will be mad about. But I don't want you to be that girl. The girl who won't listen or pay attention to what is clear..." I stared at the ground, wanting him to be wrong, but he isn't. "You need me." 

"I am not even sure if you know what clear is anymore." I yelled. "None of us do." 

"Why are you here, Jade?" he asked, ignoring my response. I frowned again. Damon's eyes were dreary, and sad. It also looks as if he maybe shot a quick death glare at me. For some reason, I smiled and I don't know why. 

Doesn't he see this is what I want to be alone and ignore him. I just don't want to see him anymore. I seem to be blocking everyone out, though. 

"I'm trying to get away from-" I stop myself. I was going to say get away from my family and you, but how could I say that straight to his face. "Let's just say I am never going home again." 

A smiled apeared on Damon's face. He got excited and happy. "Then stay here with me!" he yelled cheerfuly. I sighed because that is not what I meant...

Authors Note: Hey there! Well, I finally re-wrote the chapter and I hoep you liked it!! Comment and vote and if haven't already, FAN!