eccedentesiast // c.h

eighteen

i’m shaking so hard right now. who is she?

“guys! guys! it’s her! the girl!” i run to my friends who abruptly stopped what game they were playing.

“what girl, cal?” ashton asked skeptically.

“there! over there, under that tree!” i pointed.

oh, but of course, she’s not there.

she’s gone.

the boys stared at me, eyebrows knitted in confusion. i sighed angrily and threw my empty cup of yoghurt.

“fuck this!” i yelled loudly.

“calum, calm down.” ashton said.

i paced around, muttering to myself. “fuck, guys. i’m fucking going crazy. fuck. fuck. fuck.”

“if you could just please stay still and tell us what the hell you’re talking about! we’re as confused as you are, man! and you’re not gonna get over this – this madness, if you won’t tell us what the fuck is going on!” ashton said exasperatedly.

i took deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself.

“the other day, when we just arrived, i received a box with letters.” i started, my voice rather shaky. “but they weren’t like other fan mails we received, these were in poems. and in them, i could actually feel like, whoever wrote them is talking to me you know? like, the wind. it’s like i actually hear the words – i know, it sounds fucking crazy. it’s just so raw like, i don’t know guys. it stirs something inside of me. and then in the box i find this violet light flashlight, the ones used for invisible ink, and in the last poem, just beside the last line, it said ‘come find me’ in invisible ink. and then i see her – the girl who gave me the letters in the airport, just standing there staring.” i stopped.

“and call me crazy, but i feel like i know her. but i just can’t remember who she is.” i ended, sighing.

groaning again, i lolled my head back. “i’m fucking crazy.”

“what if she’s a stalker?” michael suddenly chimed in.

i looked at the faces of my friends, and they all seemed to be deep in thought – scared, even.

“yeah, man. i mean it’s pretty scary. like yeah, we believe you – we really do. and what if this chick is some sort of creep and is stalking you?” luke knitted his eyebrows.

“what would she stalk me for?”

“i don’t know, that’s why she’s creepy.” michael shrugged.

“we should notify the police about this.” ashton said seriously.

“no! no.” i gasped. “i-i mean. that’s not necessary. i guess i’m just being paranoid. look guys, i’m sorry for bringing you into this. just forget about it, okay?” i pleaded.

a part of me doesn’t like the police to be part of this. in fact, i should have never told the boys in the first place. i feel like this is something that’s for me only.

“okay, then. who’s up for more ice cream?” michael suggested and instantly the other two boys’ faces lightened up, i even afforded a small smile.

we ended up having four rounds of ice cream and frozen yoghurt, and went home after that. and for the first time since we arrived, i was able to sleep.

-

i had woken up much, much later than the other boys. in fact, it was michael who shook me from my sleep.

“mate, wake up. we’re writing in the studio today.”

groaning, i pushed the covers off of me and sat on my bed, lazily rubbing the sleep off my eyes.

michael called out as he closed the door “you better hurry, cal!”

i sighed, i’m literally not in the mood to do anything right now. the poems are what i’ve been thinking about, and the girl in the park just brings creepy to a higher level. i can’t shake off the feeling that something is just wrong.

i came out of the shower and changed into jeans that i found lying on the floor – it isn’t dirty – and took out a random shirt from my closet and shrugging it on. my hair was still wet from my shower, and judging from luke’s calls from downstairs, i didn’t have much time to do anything with it anymore.

“what took you so long?” ashton asked as we entered the car.

“i’m sorry. i woke up late.”

“yeah, we kinda noticed that.” michael chimed in. “mate, you gotta just forget about the whole poem thing. maybe it’s just, i don’t know, a prank or something? seriously, this is way getting out of hand.”

michael was right. my paranoia is becoming really useless and irrelevant. i get letters all the time, and some are even creepier, dirtier – heck, some even ask me to marry them. and well, these are just one of those letters, and if i ignored the others, i’ll just ignore this too.

we got to the studio and was greeted by the lady from the front desk. she’s very pretty and sweet, but she’s just a little bit older and she’s currently dating this American football player guy. her name’s jen.

“hey guys, alex is inside room B, you can just go right ahead.” jen smiled.

we’re writing with alex gaskarth from all time low today. we’ve written together a few times before and are great friends. and plus, all time low is one of my favourite bands.

“oh wait, calum, someone dropped this in for you here earlier.” jen said, handing me a blue box. and i remember it having the same color as the one before, only this time, the box was bigger and suspiciously a bit heavier.

i was supposed to open it, but luke had already called me in saying we were gonna start.

needless to say, i was pretty preoccupied during our writing session.

the only thing swimming in my mind was:

what could be inside this box?

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