(I hadn't had a lot of time of continuing writing but I will do more as I can)
I ended up being in my room still confused by the thought of being crazy and that I might whether burn or return Luke's shirt. I hated thinking that maybe life was a way of putting me through hell. I couldn't really understand why would I be conflicted all in a couple days. I would have to face everybody at school tomorrow. I groaned and looked out the window. What reason do I deserve this?
This uneasy feeling was setting in again but it was because of the darkness that was setting in the sky but the dark figure hiding, almost like it was watching me.
I quickly, shivered and walk away from the window aware of the disturbing presence I was feeling.
When I had came home, nobody was home as usual and my parents decided to take a vacation to who knows where. This didn't make the place anymore welcoming. Sitting on my bed, I took off the sweater, staring at it for a little bit imaging maybe Luke was only acting his way with me so he can be nice then follow in with the popular crowd. I had to pretend with everybody but alone I wasn't, I started to finally let all my emotions out and cried. Diana was gone and I pretended I didn't care. Luke felt like he really was concerned about me but I had to pretend and push him away. Again. I was confuse but so many things that maybe the twins were right about me being a phoney. What ever had happen to me affect me badly. Would I end up as Diana and die? At the moment these thoughts were reaching my head.
NO.
I jumped up, startled by the voice. Who in the hell was that??
Skimming around the room, alerted and confused. Taking a minute or two to compose myself, I sat on the edge of the bed. Nothing but silence swarmed around the aroma of the room once again.
I sighed. Maybe I was going crazy.
Not true.
This time I didn't hesitate to the sound but I knew no one was here so where was that voice coming from?
A chill ran down my spine. "Who's there?"
Again the silence. I decided to walk out my room and head downstairs where I begin to hear a ghastly sound coming from outside the entrance of my house. Instincts screamed at thoughts telling me I shouldn't go near the sound but I couldn't go back. I search for an object around the kitchen as protection. I spotted a knife on the countertop and held in firmly in my hands.
The moans got larger and then a knock on the door. It wasn't a heavy, loud knock but almost a soft knock to it.
I knew the most rational thing I could do was call the police but they would take too long to get here so I needed to do this first.
The dark didn't make the situation any better but I remained calm as much as I possibly can and opened the door.
I held the knife behind me but that feeling of nerves and the uneasy feeling disappeared quickly because none other than Luke leaning on the side of door.
"Luke? What are you doing here?" Knowing I should have been concerned instead I ended up being harsh about my question.
His face was lowered and his breathing came in heavy gasps. "I need your help."
I looked down to where his hand was covering his stomach. There I froze in shock. He was stained with blood. I didn't deal well blood so well so I glanced away.
Only seconds I turned around still hiding the knife and quickly said, "hold on."
I walked away from him and put the knife away inside the sink. I looked back to see if he came in but he was still at the door. Maybe he didn't have enough strength to walk inside especially with that wound. Only one thing I could do and that was to not faint and give him a hand.
