Wings

Novem || Telephone

It was a month before she heard from Demos after that, and no, she wasn't okay with it. Every day, she would check her phone- biting her lip worried sick about him. He didn't even turn up in her classes, the windows fixed and no longer needing his expertise. Scoffing, she ran her fingers through her hair. Not that it required much expertise, she was pretty sure a monkey could do it if pushed. Then again, monkeys could do a lot of things if pushed, like become hit-men and kill people. Quietly, she chewed at her fingernail- thumbing through one of her kids coursework. It was good, a story from when they were younger with an almost floaty, idyllic tone.

It completely missed the mark of what the question was and what they had to answer.

Sighing, she scoured through the page- tainting it with red pen as she wrote over her students hard work.

Irate, she thought- rubbing at her forehead to try and keep the headache she'd been nursing for the past half hour away, she was positively irate for some reason or another. Her skin was constantly pimpling with gooseflesh, and she had the blinds drawn over her windows. It was horrible, and she felt unsafe in her own home.

Constantly, she found herself looking around the flat- trying to find something or anything that made her think she wasn't going crazy. It had started the day Demos had left her flat, after she had quickly popped to the shop to get some milk, and hadn't left. Initially, she thought that she was annoyed that Demos had left. And, sure, she had been. But three weeks later, the strange feeling was still following and she could just not put her finger on what it was.

Faintly, the tones of classical music flowed through her lounge and she calmed- the worry she felt for Demos and the strange feeling of being watched ebbing from her body as she gave marks where she could. After signing the piece of paper off with some comments to always, 'read the question' (or RTQ as she constantly drilled into their heads). She stood and walked over to her open windows, closing them as a gust of wind burrowed into her house as she shivered. Dressed in only a light blue off the shoulder top and some soft shorts, it was decidedly too cold for the windows to be open. Again, she shuddered and felt the wet tendrils of her hair touch her nape.

It was such a dull and monotonous day, filled with a lazy morning and a lethargic sit down by the TV that she hadn't even expected her mobile to ring. It shrieked and yelled and hollered as she groaned and forced her body to move, her limbs asleep from not moving for the whole day. After, finally, finding it in her bedroom buried under all of her pillows- it shut off. Indignation filled her and she threw it on her bed, head tilting backwards to let a guttural groan flow through her body. Soon after, it flicked on again and she dove for it- clutching it between her fingers as she answered it. A shudder ran through her body, and she looked around the room, nothing was out of place. But everything felt as if it was out of place.

"Hi? Hello?" She drawled into the phone, her legs kicking idly in the air before she stopped- the feeling in her stomach akin to hanging your legs off your bed at night. She sat up, tucking her legs under her body. There was silence on the line for more than a few moments, and she went to speak again but was cut off.

"Cassidy? Its Melissa, from Green Bay High School?" It was Melissa, but her body screamed that it wasn't.

Normally, the woman was happy and jovial and loud, always ready to bring a smile to anyone's face, but she was monotone. Flat, with no difference in sound. Cassidy swallowed, fear tightening her esophagus before she realized it was her que to speak. She stood, walking through her flat and desperately tried to ignore her friends dull and monotonous tone. It was probably nothing.

"Y-yeah, hi Melissa- what's up?" She winced as she realized how unnatural it sounded. Stepping into her lounge, she fixed the pillows on her couch- no longer did they smell of Demos. But she wasn't complaining, she didn't really like the scent of smoke and lemongrass anyway.