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fifteen ; susurrus

[ fifteen ; susurrus ]

" Whatever is in my way, I'll keep moving forward. Like an avalanche."

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   I couldn't bring myself to join the two boys on their trip to the woods with a bottle of jack in hand. Since the breakup, it was impossible to look him in the eye. I could've warned him, told him about his impending doom.

      I sighed, focusing my sight on the textbook next to me, sinking in the piles of blankets engulfing my tiny bed. The light was dimming, it would need to be fixed, and the moonlight shone through the blinds, serving as a reminder of the progressing night.

      The two story house held no other presence, making it appear as though the silent turning of the pages were the only prominent sound.

      Droopy, my eyelids began to feel droopy. Twelve thirteen I read on the digital clock on the bedside table. Tired. I'm so tired.

        A silhouette in a silver dress was drawn from the vivid stadium lights. The grass was trimmed, and the benches wet from the moisture in the freezing air. "Jackson?"

       Her hair was red and home to a big black headband to match the sash around her waist. "Jackson? Is that you?"

     Another figure walked forward. It was a man with no face, washed out by the bright bulbs of the stadium.

"Jackson?"

     The man flashed his hand from behind him, revealing sharp, long fingernails, like a wild animal.

      The scene turned slow, as the redhead fell to the grass, unconscious and blood stained. The man walked away, unfazed by the damage performed. However, the scream of the victim lingered in the air. Help. HELP.

"HELP!"

"HELP!"

         I shot up from my position, gasping for air, feeling my body to ensure reality. I was sweating and shivering altogether. Trailing my hand to find the clock, I pulled it from it's spot, glaring at the time. Twelve fifty-six.

       The downstairs door screeched open on cue, with heavy footsteps gaining speed on the stairs and slamming the bedroom door closed. Scott had come back. I wanted to scream, I wanted to vent, I wanted to say sorry. But my eyes simply closed once more, regardless of what the darkness may present.

     "I hate feeling like I did something so wrong. .. do you think what I did was wrong?" Allison asked. We had been pacing ourselves to our adjacent lockers.

    "I'm not the best person to ask, Allison," I informed the girl, fiddling with the edge of the history book.

     "I know, I know it was a sacrifice I had to make but it doesn't feel like it was right," Allison said, holding a solemn face.

     "If you want my true opinion," I added, raising my hand, "Scott deeply cares about you and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your relationship unless he wanted to protect you-"

"I don't understand why, though. Why the lies?"

"It's something only he can answer."

       Allison paused as the subject no longer seemed worthy. "How's Stiles?"

"Uh.. you know him, he's Stiles."

"Has he asked you out yet?"

"He's in love with Lydia."

"But you like him."

"He has this ten year plan-"

"But you want him to ask you out."

"Did I mention he's in love with Lydia?"

"He's an asshole if he can't admit to himself he sees you as more than a friend."

Out of a nearby classroom, Lydia marched out, joining in on the conversation. "Boy troubles again, ladies?"

Smirking deviously, Allison remarked, "Don't pretend you aren't having any of those issues, Miss Martin-"

"I'll have you know I'm dealing perfectly with Jackson-"

"Does that explain the smudged lipstick?" I joked, pointing at the color surrounding her Cupid's bow.

"I just so happened to get a little involved with someone who deserves me." Lydia flipped her hair, taking out her mirror to adjust her lipstick.

"Who?"

"Who? Oh..um.. Bilinski-"

Allison and I stopped him our tracks. "Did you say Stiles?"

Lydia's smile quivered, undetermined how she'd respond. "Yes, of course! Stiles. Stiles. No one but Stiles."

Allison gazed my way, probably upset for me. I was unsure if my physical appearance mimicked my internal state. He still loves her.

And she likes him. It was, by far, a nightmare with my eyes wide open.

AUTHOR's NOTE:
I had this draft saved since my last published chapter and my inability to remember and keep y'all waiting for longer than I intended makes me cringe. So sorry