What Am I?

Chapter 6

The heat of summer was killing. It was hotter than usual. People felt like wax statues who were about to melt if they stepped outside without any protection. The roads were as if getting barbecued by the sun, with the heat rising from the road, only without the smell of fresh sausages.

But it wasn't difficult for the students because of the air conditioned classrooms. Yet, they could feel the heat waves and stepping out of school felt like stepping from a refrigerator to an oven.

It had been some time now since the unbuttoning incident, which Dylan had quite forgotten about. Everything was as normal as one could imagine. Mason not liking love, Brianda happily going to school, Max's parents fighting, Andrea drinking her hazelnut latte, Dylan's right hand stopping his left hand from slapping him, Mia getting- wait. Dylan's hand stopping the other from slapping him? That's not normal.

Why isn't my hand stopping?! What the hell is wrong with it?! Nobody's at home to even help me. God stop it you dumb thing!

 Thousands of thoughts were racing through Dylan's mind while trying to stop the left hand from 'attacking' him. He tried to gain control over the left hand by holding it with the right hand. After the grapple between the two hands was finally over, he sat down with a sigh of relief on the couch. He looked at his left hand and continued staring at it.

 Is there something wrong with me? Why is my hand doing things like this? As far as I can tell, I'm definitely not possessed or else my entire body would be attacking my entire body. Wait, that doesn't make sense, but whatever. I should leave for school like nothing ever happened, all cool and calm.

"You're sure your hand like literally attacked you? You weren't hallucinating?" 

Dylan shook his head without saying anything. He was listening to Max only halfheartedly; he was actually thinking about the weird things he had started doing in the past weeks. Before they could have any further discussion about it, the rest of their friends came and sat with the two. Everyone was talking among themselves, somebody about the heat outside, someone about the new assignments they were given, but Andrea had her eyes fixed on Dylan's forehead.

When Dylan came back from his worls of thought, he saw Andrea just looking at his head. 

"What are you looking at?" 

"Nothing, just the scar on your head." 

Dylan put his hand on the scar on feel it. The wound was old but the memories seemed recent. It started on his forehead and continued a little into his scalp. 

"Hmm...old..." sighed Dylan as Andrea held his hand. It was a 'C' shaped scar on the top left of Dylan's forehead.

Nobody except Max knew about what had happened that morning, and Dylan didn't even want to tell anyone, especially Andrea.

On their way home, the two continued their interrupted conversation about the incident that took place in the morning.

"Dude, I think this is serious. First the fork thing, then the shirt, now the attack. I really think you should visit the doctor." 

"Yeah, I'm starting to think so too." 

"Hey, why don't you go to Dr. Gordon? He knows your entire family history, and plus he's very close to your family. Also he handled the matter that gave you the scar" Max said, pointing towards Dylan's forehead.

"Your right. I'll take an appointment for tomorrow. But Max remember one thing, nobody, and I mean nobody, comes to know about this OK. Not even Emma." 

"I got you."

Dylan reached home and acted as preoccupied as possible. The family's dinner was quite the usuals. With the beef steaks looking appetizing enough for one to have the desire to stuff their face into the dish, the perfectly green peas, the mountain of mashed potato and the golden corn made it look as palatable as possible.