Taste for Trouble

Chapter 8

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I meant last sunday, I didn't get around to it I'm sorrrrrrrry. But I mushed these two chapters into one because they would have been really short. So enjoy, and comment and vote!!!

I woke up blissfully late on the Sunday morning, and Eric had his football game tonight, so I planned on dressing up in spirit gear (even though I didn't have an ounce of school pride in my body) at home then walking to the school.

I spent most of the day wandering around the house eating cheerios, cheetos, oreos, and other assorted "-o's". I was laying on the couch when I decided to leave. I had to leave unnecessarily early so that I didn't run into either of my parents and have the suspension talk.

I walked outside with my handbag around my shoulder and immediately stopped. The sun was beginning its descent into the horizon, on its way to a beautiful Idaho sunset. But everything was different...I could hear everything. I could hear my neighbors yelling inside to their dog to "not take a hamburger again!"...I could smell the damn hamburger. I could see every blade of grass in the lawn four houses down. I was overpowered, intoxicated, even drunken by the overwhelming observation of my surroundings.

I put my head down and trudged on grudgingly.

I was a little under halfway to the school when it became too much. My head was going to explode. Every car that drove by sounded like a tank; every dog sounded like it could breathe fire if it wanted.

Then a pair of orange eyes peered at me through the bushes. I gasped at them. They were so much like the ones of the monster...these were perhaps too human like, and a tad too orange though. It was too coincidental.

I blinked and began to take a step backwards when they didn't disappear I began to panic. I had to be going crazy. First voices, and now I'm seeing things. Last thing I remember was watching as the yellow eyes blinked again; then the concrete was rushing towards my face.

I woke up in exactly the same place, I had a headache, but hopefully not a concussion. I jumped up almost immediately and looked around. My sudden movement caused me to get dizzy, but i managed to stay upright. It was dark but I was still in the same place, and the eyes no longer peered at me from across the way. Actually there was an overwhelming lack of anything. I didn't see any cars coming down the street and the houses down the way had their lights turned off.

But it was dark out. I had missed the game. I knew it. Damn...Eric is going to be mad at me I thought to myself. He had been planning on having me there for the last few months. I silently chastised myself as I started walking back to my house. I checked my phone, which was still in my pocket and saw that I had probably landed on it and had cracked the screen. But it declared the time to be 9:40.

It was definitely creepy outside. No sounds. From anywhere. The only light was coming from the full moon overhead that casted a dark eerie shadow over everything.

I was about six steps into my walk when a truck appeared. It took my eyes a second to adjust and realize that it was Eric's truck. Talk about luck.

He pulled over  when he saw me, he had probably been going to my house to find me. He jumped out of the truck without turning it off and ran over to me, grabbing my arm frantically. "Where the hell have you been, Claire? You missed it, we won! But I didn't have my girl there to hug after the game, I went out looking for you as soon as I noticed." he said in a rush, gathering me into a tight hug. He smelled good.

"I...I don't know...I think I passed out. I just woke up." I said honestly. "I'm sorry I missed your big game." and I was sincerely sorry. We had just fixed everything and now I missed something so important to him.

"Nah, its fine. You'll be there next time though, right? I mean, if you don't decide to have some bonding time with the sidewalk." he said, opening his truck for me to get in. It began to dawn on me how weird this really was...I had passed out on the side of the goddamned road for chist's sake.