The Real Me

CHAPTER TEN: BACK TO NORMAL?

It's been one whole week since everything that was supposed to be impossible became possible. The moment I got home that day, my parents went full-hulk on my ass. Who could blame them? Their daughter was gone for hours and came back home all scratched and bruised up. Not to mention, it was WAY past the curfew they set. The weird thing is, they didn't even ask where or how I got bruised up. They were more mad at me for being late again.

With all the screaming from my mother, I'm pretty sure I went a little deaf. I can still feel my ears ringing today.

What I don't understand is how it seems like absolutely nothing had happened. The boys were acting abnormally normal at school, as if they never came up to me that day at the park. As if the attacks by those demonic creatures never occurred. As if freaking water didn't shoot out of Connor's hand.

Whenever I see them walking in the halls, I'd try and see if they would act out. Yet, it seemed like I was the only one fazed. I was always definitely on high alert, every waking moment. I mean, if you were attacked by the spawns of Satan himself, shouldn't you be at least be living a little bit on the edge.

THEY COULD COME BACK ANY TIME AND ATTACK US AGAIN!! I do not want to die at such a young age. I haven't even gotten my first kiss yet! Yeah... yeah, I'm a seventeen year old prude. Whatever.

Maybe I should tell mum and dad. Imagine if I told someone about it, would they send me straight to the looney bin? I definitely would.

I keep asking myself if it was really just all in my head. But how can you make those things up? It was so real. But then again, the next day I woke up and all my bruises and scratches were gone. Even my parents were going about their day normally, well as normally as they could. They haven't even brought up the scream fest at all.

I must be delusional. 

It was real right? It wasn't a dream, it felt too real. It must be real. It has to be.

Wait...

I still have those text messages. Realising this, I quickly fish out my phone from my bag and scroll through my inbox. 

0 messages available.

Even my conversation with Connor was gone.

"Oh my God, I'm losing my mind." I sigh, slightly hitting my head against the cool metal door of my locker. I take a slow deep breath and mutter, 

"Rightio Audrey. I think, maybe just maybe you're slowly going crazy."

RING... RING... RING...

I hate that stupid sound. I can't wait to leave this dump, it's not like I'm going to miss anyone from this hell-hole.

"I better get going. Don't want to be late for Italian studies." I say to myself.

"Great, now I'm talking to myself." I say aloud to no one again.

I quickly open my locker, grabbing my textbooks jamming it in my bag and slammed the locker door shut. Not wanting to get yelled at by my teacher for being tardy, I run down the hall. Not bothering to look where I was going, I keep running.

I really should've looked where I was going instead of running like a blind bull.

"Oof-"

Suddenly, I run straight into a wall, sending me falling flat on the ground. The contents of my bag spilling all over the floor. Loose papers flies everywhere. 

"Watch where you're going." The wall hissed at me.

"S-sorry, didn't mean to run-" wait... walls can't talk. I look up and my eyes widen as Ryder glares down at me. His eyes held a subtle glow.