Quinns Hope

Chapter 4 - Obedience

Lost in my thoughts I start to wrap my head around my book, and how I was going to get in back. I think about it some more and realize that I never actually acknowledged the existence of it.

"Yes!" I whispered, only to realize that the library I'm in is dead silent and the librarians probably heard me on the other end of the building. I looked around to see people giving me dirty looks; I shrunk down in my seat. I started to go through scenarios in my head of me taking the book back, and all of them ended with Sarah not being able to acknowledge that she took my book because I never gave any hints that it existed. I realized that for this to work though, I would need to know where she had stashed it. Getting around Damien shouldn't be a problem, a tornado wouldn't of woken him up. If anything, the tornado would've avoided the disgusting booze breath and go destroy some other houses.

I go to the library after school every day to borrow a laptop, of course a different one each time. If anyone knew what I was researching, they'd have me committed. I can imagine the questions, ' Quinn, can you tell us why you were researching necromancy and resurrection using a Satanic ritual?' It was practically like I was part of a horror movie. I often push my thoughts towards ones that don't involve what I'm actually going to have to do on the Summer Solstice this year. I stop myself, and tell myself to focus on the facts.

My mom had the worst luck ever, for being the best person in the world. She grew up poor with parents who didn't care about her. My grandparents were nice people, they were just bitter at the world for all their hardships. My grandma Sharon had fought cancer for 14 years, receiving multiple surgeries to remove tumors that the doctors could never get out fully. She passed away 9 years ago. My grandpa was both emotionally and physically abusive to my grandma Sharon and my mom. She did not deserve to die.

"Crap, " I think, looking through all of this material to find out which ritual would be the best. The ones that look like they're the real deal, require a sacrifice. I made a deal a long time a go that I would do whatever it takes for this to go smoothly, however I only love two things. I don't even love myself. I write down the URL in the notebook that I always have on me and close the search tabs, almost forgetting to clear the history.

I start to get up from my chair to return the laptop, and feel how thick the air is. I sit back down, feeling that something is serious is about to happen. I look around slowly, trying not to draw attention to me. As a peculiar scent just begins to hit my nose, and I recoil in shock as I recognise the smell of warm copper. A scream rips through the air, making everyone around me jump up from their perches in a panic. People sprint out the door, not wanting to get involved with whatever had just happened. Others looked around at other people, wanting to do what the crowd does. Standing in between one of the aisles is a young black haired girl, with blood on her hands. She's looking down at a dark haired, and pale boy, with blood pooling around him like liquid ruby, strangely captivating.

"Uhh, wha-" I squeak out, not knowing what to do, and confused at why I think a dead body is, hypnotizing. Once the shock wore off, people snapped into action. The girl above the obviously dead body, collapses next to him, crying and calling his name. People whipped out their phones and called the cops, most likely not getting through because of the amount of people calling. Someone blocked the entrance, claiming to be an off duty cop, telling everyone they couldn't leave. Others collapsed where they were, in shock, and about three people fainted. I just sat back in my chair and put my head in my hands, blocking out the sight of the dead boy, I look up in time to see a strange sight in this horrific circumstance.

The black haired girl looks at the face of the dead boy, longing in her eyes. She strokes his cheek with her hand, leaving soon to be brown trails on his white face.

"We'll be together soon Franky," she barely whispered loud enough for me to hear, and I realize I'm the only one that did, because I was the only one that was really paying attention. She leaned down and pressed her forehead on his. I saw a slight movement of her hand near his stomach and I quickly realized what was going to happen. I willed my body to get up, seeing myself grabbing her hand and pushing her down, but that's not what happened.

"Let her do it," an ethereal whisper only in my head spoke. My body froze up, not from the horror of what was about to happen, but it froze in obedience.

I saw her hand reaching for the object that killed Franky, grasped it, and turned it on herself. Kissing him one last time, she let herself drop onto the knife, letting out a scream of pain drawing the attention of others. Terror filled sounds erupted from the crowd as they realized, that the black haired girl, so in love with her Romeo, that she had killed herself. In shock, I looked around for the off duty cop that told everyone to stay put, to tell him what I saw, but he was nowhere to be found.