You Anchor Me

Wasted Tears

  A month ago laying in a puddle of my own blood and faking my own death would be completely absurd to me, but here I am doing those exact absurd acts. I am faking my own death in a puddle of my own blood, watching the love of my life, my only brother, and the best friends I will ever have run for their lives while I try to lower my heart rate to pull this off. Insane right? Yeah I know.

       "No, I'm not leaving Cameron," Isaac yells sending my heart into pieces as Lyric pulls him into the school. I lower my head into the grass and try to concentrate on being dead.

      "Cameron would want you to be safe," Lyric screams. I nod hoping he would listen. "Go!"

       Once all the screaming and growls die down, I lift my head and look at Derek. "You okay, man?" He groans and turns over with his hands over his eyes. He is still healing from the attack. My wounds had healed the minute after my eyes shut. One of the many privileges of being a visionary.

       "Mhm, I'm just peachy. How about you?" he asks. I stand up wiping the leaves from my body. I hold out my hand and he takes it only to be slung up. "Pretty good I see," he chuckles as he gains his balance.

        "Yeah but I'm kind of pissed that the dick ruined my sweatshirt," I grouch. He laughs at me and starts to walk to the shed. I come up behind him and remove the leaves that had taken residence on his shirt. Derek moves to the door of the storage shed and knocks four times. The door opens with a creak to reveal the veterinarian playing candy crush on his phone.

        "Oh hello," Deaton says nonchalantly," do you need something." He is sitting in the floor, legs criss crossed and playing candy crush like there isn't a seven foot beast trying to murder five teenagers at the moment. I laugh at him and hold out my hand.
"I assume every thing is going just as we planned?" he asks.

        "Right on track." I lean against the metal wall. "So are we clear on what we are to do next?" I looked to Deaton to start this off.

        "I'm going to sit here and watch Gossip Girl until you come and get me," he smiles.

        "Gossip Girl?" Derek stifles a laugh.

        "You have your hobbies. I have mine,"Deaton replies.

        "Uhm okay, not to be rude but can we hurry this up?" I ask. "Derek, what are you going to do?"

        "Get  the hell out of here because your loyal brother is going to blame this all on me," he scowls.

        "And I'm going to put some fear into this bastard." I say. Deaton laughs sitting back down on the dusty floor cross ing his legs. I shake my head with a smile and turn to leave. Derek follows me out and I hear Deaton re-lock the door. We walk to Derek's car, and I place my hand on the hood.

        "Make sure they don't see you." He pats my shoulder and leans in to kiss my cheek. "Good luck."

        "You too. Don't stop until I tell you you can, okay? I tell him. "Please be careful." He smiles and gets in his car waving as he leaves. I wave back before turning around to the school. The wind howls and wisps around, blowing the leaves. I take off towards the back entrance with only the barely light streetlight as my guide. Pulling at the doors, I realize they are locked, so I take my elbow and break the glass. The glass shatters and crumbles to the pavement. Carefully, I climb through the window.

        "My battery!" I hear Stiles scream. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and I jump into a classroom and lock the door. Why don't they lock their classrooms? Soon my friends start down the hallway as their loud footsteps give away their position. All I can think about is "Haven't I taught y'all how to escape right? Especially since we almost got caught pulling a prank on Mr Harris last year." The footsteps stop outside and I ducked down under the desk. I swear my heart nearly jumps from my chest. Sweat forms on my palms as I hide.