It's Only Gossip

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I don't hear any creepy humming. I wish I did. It would block out Amelia's constant whining. When I first met her, I thought nothing could scare her. Now I seriously beg the differ.

"Why so scared?" I smirk.

"I'm not scared, I'm cautious," she sticks her tongue out.

Silence creeps around us as we stand completely confused in the middle of the vacant park. There's trees to our left, looks like an entrance to a mini forest. The playground is to our right. There are two entrances to the park, one in front of us and one behind. It's quite a small park.

Amelia has her arms folded across her chest, she looks at me and then the swing. She smirks right before she runs to the swing.

There's only one swing! Fine, I'll settle with the slide.

I run behind her, our laughter echoes loud enough for the entire park to hear us.

The sound of the metal chains on the swings taunts me as I push myself down the slide. It's a very small slide. I wish it was bigger.

When I dust myself I face towards the mini forest and that's when I see it. A hand brushed against the bark on the tree and retreated when my eyes caught the scene.

Without hesitation I run towards the trees, desperately hoping that I'd find some answers.

Familiar brown eyes pierce right back at me. I penetrate my glare at their direction hoping to turn them into stone. Sadly, they didn't. Where's medusa when you need her?

Damn it, why not?

"Wait," I plead, gasping for air.

The hooded figure pauses, facing the opposite direction. They pull something out of their pocket, something sharp. Finally, they turn around. Caressing the sharp object, the wind blows their hoody down.

Their brown eyes are showing, one I know way too well. It looks different. Something's missing. Her cheeks are colourful but certainly not vibrant. There's a cut on her lip, but something tells me it wasn't an accident. Her hair, her dark black hair is left out and tangled. She continuously battles the wind, trying her best to cover her face with her hair.

Her agonised eyes meets mine and quickly looks back down at her sharp object. It's almost like my stare is poison.

"S-Selena?" I softly manage to choke out.

Refusing to make eye contact and verbal contact with me, she continues to caress her sharp object. Something about her isn't right. She seems lost. She's not the same nice, positive girl she used to be. Surely she's still in there somewhere, but where?

"What happened?" My heart beats loudly, unable to make sense of this.

Violently she shakes her head. Her grip on the object tightens. Her eyes, raging in fury, makes it way to mine. This time she's the one glaring. Her hold is something I can't shake off, leaving me paralysed.

I was too busy by the loud thumping of my heart that I didn't take in the significance of the rattling behind me. Something sharp pierces through my skin, stealing the ability for me to focus.

All I can see is Selena's eyes. Her soulless figure staring at me. The colour despair floated around her, becoming more pigmented by the second.

Until everything was gone...