Gifted

Chapter 5

A pic of Isabelle and Rose^^

The week past before my eyes. I did my usual routine, get up, go to school, come home and sleep. I was praying for the weekend to come, and I got my wish. Today was Friday. My last day of school until I was free for two days. Isabelle, Rose, and I, were practically best friends now. The entire week, we talked and joked around. I didn't tell them my secret, and I never would. I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone for that matter, not even Hanna.

Isabelle and Rose were twins. It was almost impossible to tell the difference between the two. The only way I could tell the difference was that Isabelle had curly, bushy, black hair, and Rose had straight hair.

We were sitting at our table at lunch. We mainly just talked about the world and its problems. I was actually glad I had friends. They accepted me for who I was. If only they knew the real me.

The bell rung ending our lunch period and I walked to my locker. Laughter and shouts from teenagers filled the hall walls. I didn't have my headphones today, so I couldn't block them all out. I grabbed my math binder and walked down stairs. The hall way was actually not as full as usual, but I wasn't complaining.

I looked down at my phone trying to avoid contact when I bumped into someone, knocking my binder to the floor.

"I'm so sorry". I said still looking at the floor. I saw two hands pick up my binder and held it in front of me. I looked up at her face and she smiled.

"No it's ok". She said still smiling. I wanted to say something but I was taken by her appearance. She had brown curly hair, with green eyes. Her cheek bones were in the perfect shape. She was wearing a red dress that cut off at her knees.

"Thank you". I finally said.

"My name is Brianna". She explained. Her voice was really smooth. I think she was in my choir class. I know I've seen her before.

"Ian". I responded. She smiled at me again. She was taking in my appearance to. I don't like people looking at me. It makes me feel like an outcast, which I kinda am.

"Well it was nice to meet you Brianna". I said trying to end the conversation. She kept her smile on me. This chick must be on something, and if she is, can she please share!

"Please call me Bri". She said. I nodded at her and walked away. As ironic as it might be, I kept looking for the guy I talked to on Monday. No I wasn't in love with him, I don't swing that way. I wanted to see him because I was curious about him. When I see something that I'm curios about, I stop at nothing to figure it out. Since it was a big school, I never saw him again. 'Tragic'. I thought.

I walked into the classroom with my books and sat down. I was put next to Isabelle, which I was thankful for. I didn't really want anyone else to talk to. The classroom had white walls and floors. The desks were a golden brown. Every desk was full, which I hated. All the kids in here were dicks. Spitting spit balls at me and laughing at me. I was new so this was normal I guess. I wonder what they would do if they found out.

The teacher wrote letters and numbers on the board that I copied down on my paper. I was trying to pay attention, but Isabelle kept poking me. I laughed at her but kept my focus on the board. I was almost done copying down the things on the board when I heard my name.

"Ian". They said quietly. I looked up at Isabelle and she was writing stuff down. I looked up at all the other kids to see if they called my name. No one was looking at me. I looked towards the teacher to see if it was her, but she was quietly napping at her desk. Typical.

I brought my focus back to the board and started writing again. Not even a minute later, I heard it again.

"Ian". The whisper said. I turned towards Isabelle.

"What do you want". I chuckled at her. She looked up at me with confusion.

"I want a lot of things". She said quietly. I laughed at her.

"Why did you call my name". I whispered. More confusion came to her expression.

"I didn't call your name". She said slowly. I heard my name being whispered again. I looked up at everyone and they were staring at their papers. Isabelle looked at me worried.

"Are you ok?". She asked. My head was starting to hurt and pound as I stood up.

"Yeah I just need to get a drink of water". I told her. I walked out of the classroom and no one was in the hallway. Thank god. I walked into the bathroom, needing water in my face. The floor was blue, as were the stalls. I went over to the sink to splash water on my face.

The cold water brushed up my face as I looked into the mirror at myself. 'Jesus I was pathetic'. I thought. I grabbed paper towels to dry my face.

"Ian". The whisper said. I turned around as fast as I could to see nothing there. I shook my head and started to walk towards the door.

"Ian". I heard outside the door. I quickly opened the door to see who was there. My eyes widened with horror as I took in my surroundings.

The hallway was no longer white, but black. Paint chipped off the black walls. The floor was the same way. I looked up at the lights on the ceiling and they were flickering a green color. Some of them were dangling from the ceiling, ready to fall at any moment. I looked back to go into the bathroom again, but there was no door. There was just a black paint chipped wall replacing it. I looked down the hallway, and there were no doors anywhere.

"Ian". The voice said louder. I started to panic. I didn't run because my legs wouldn't move that fast. I slowly made my way down the hallway. The lockers were open with burned papers hanging out of them. 'What is happening'. I screamed in my head.

I kept walking down the hall, but it was endless. There were no doors, nor windows. Just an empty black hallway with green flickering lights. The hallway almost looked like it was burned. Everything did.

"Ian". The voice said, causing my head to snap behind me. I looked down the hallway to see a woman standing there. She had white crazed hair, with fiery black eyes. She wore a white dress that had been burned from the bottom, to her waist. Her arms were covered in burn scars as did her legs. She held a kitchen knife in her hand. I looked closer at it, and saw blood covering the sharp blade.

I turned away from the woman and ran. No matter how fast I ran, the hallway never seemed to end. Finally I stopped and turned back towards the burned woman, trying to catch my breath. She was walking towards me with the blade in her hand.

"What do you want". I screamed at her in fear. She looked at me and laughed. She tilled her head up, but kept walking towards me. I slowly started to back up. My heart was beating out of my chest. My hands began to shake, as she walked closer to me. Before I knew it she was standing in front of me. She snapped her head down to make eye contact with me.

"I want people to suffer like I did". She said demonically. She lifted up her knife to stab me. I quickly shot my hands up to block it and fell into someone.

"Ian are you ok". A familiar voice said. I looked up to see Isabelle with fear in her eyes. I looked around me and everything was back to normal. The walls where white, along with the floor. The lockers were tan and closed. The lights were in the ceiling and white. There were brown doors lining the hallway. Everything was back to normal.

"Yes I'm fine". I said shaking. She gave me a tight hug and we walked back to class. Before I entered the classroom I looked back for the woman. Instead of seeing the woman, I saw the guy who had talked to me on Monday. He looked at me with a stern look on his face. I looked at him back for a few seconds before I snapped my attention back to Isabelle, as I entered the classroom and shut the door.