Evils ✓

Chapter IX

There was a loud buzz ringing against my invisible ear. I never encountered this before in my life; it seemed so strange. I startled, sitting up fastly and losing focus due to the pace. I turned my body over and peered next to me. There lay the boy who I first met yesterday.

The sun blushed through the shades and covered my vision. I saw these trees with such sweet leaves and bare oak. There was a small pond with a frog hopping about and a bundle of flowers hiding the other wonderful wildlife. I always wondered how it felt to be that free. Now I know.

The body rolled over and winced. It bolted upwards and sat closer than my mom ever did to my face. I was nervous and shivering loudly, my teeth clattering as though thunder was striking everything.

"Good morning-"

He stopped and I started to get anxious, feeling as though I did something wrong. He probably doesn't like me anymore, I should just go home and...

"I never found out your name."

His calm clarifying voice relieved my pain, and I opened my mouth wide with pride.

"Penelope."

He stuck his hand in front of me, wiggling his thumb as though he wanted something.

"Hand shake...?" He pulled his arm downwards and slipped it under the covers.

"What's your name?"

"Daniel. I'm 18." He became more and more hotter by the minute.

"Cool. I'm 17. Or at least I think... Where are you from?"

"Danover. Just a few miles down the road. I found this ol' rugged shack and shaped it into this. You're probably from the dangered town of Salem."

Dangered?

"I heard people are way different there than in Danover. We have some nice generals and officers who lead our tribe."

I noticed that he was shirtless, with another one of his t-shirts surrounding my foot. He had this henna-like tattoo on his lower rib that wrote Live Good.

"You don't talk much do you?"

Here comes the truth.

"I'm not good at English. Yeah, people are way different. I need to work hand and knee everyday for a banana peel or rotted apple. I need to wear old junky clothes that are either a size too big or a size too small. Everyday I sit in a shack made of twigs and tarp and wonder what my purpose is."

He turned and looked straight ahead at the patterend wall.

"Everyone has a purpose. Maybe your guide brought you here in search of it."

I understood and took in every syllable he croaked.

"Thank you."

I was going to continue until a gun shot sparked from miles away from the south end of the house. The fire smoke filled the air and crept towards me and Daniel.

"Take cover. Use the blanket to sleep in the cubbord tonight."

"What's going on?" I squeaked out, squirming into the tight area.

"The Evils are coming."