The Legend

Chapter Two

The wind outside my window beat against the glass with a fierce determination to make its way inside and feed on my fear of someone trying to break into my room. I pulled my plush purple comforter up and over my head, trying to drown out the noise.

The fear from yesterday has yet to subside and by this point I thought I was going to go into cardiac arrest from the amount of fear and adrenaline going through my body. Cibil could tell the second she saw me something was wrong with me. I was an open book like that. Throughout the day she tried to get my mind off things but I could tell that she desperately wanted to bust out laughing.

A knock at the door sounded throughout the room and I threw the comforter off my head, yelping out in surprise.

"Cami, you awake?"

I took a shaking breath, my mom.

"Yeah."

The door opened and moms' head full of dark brown curly hair poked in, "Dinner's almost ready. You want to wash up?"

I nodded and she gave me a tender smile. After my mom shut the door, I just shook my head and couldn't help but chuckle out. I really needed to calm down. I went across the hall to my bathroom and just stared in the mirror.

My hair was in a tangled mess of my own dark curls and the dark circles under my eyes showed how much sleep I had gotten in the last twenty-four hours. I sighed and looked away. I quickly finished washing up and headed downstairs where my father and Henry were already sitting at the table.

Since dad always left too early in the morning, he was reading the morning news oblivious to his surroundings. I sat down in the chair next to Henry.

Henry hit the table with his fist the second I sat down and let out a shrieking giggle. I smiled great big at him.

"Henry, what are you doing?" I asked, in a sickly-sweet voice while I grabbed onto his hands making him laugh even more.

I made a gasping noise then let go. I paused for a second before my fingers flew to his stomach to tickle him. This time Henry practically screamed and my father looked over his newspaper to see what we were doing.

"Cam, really?"

My cheeks burned and I pulled my hands away, "Sorry, just trying to entertain him."

Dad just sighed and went back to reading his newspaper. My year and a half old brother giggled again which brought the smile back to my face.

A short while later, mom finally came back to the table with plates of food in her hands.

"Ok everyone, eat up."

The only sound in the room for a few minutes was our forks hitting our plates and the occasional slurping of someone taking a drink. Our usual family dinners.

"So, how was school, Cami?" My mother asked, taking another sip of her wine. A sure sign the silence was driving her nuts.

"Good, just a normal day."

"Nothing exciting?"

I looked up from my plate and lowered my eyelids at my mother, "Why?" I asked slowly.

I tried to shuffle through all the events that happened today and couldn't come up with anything scandoules that could have happened. Cibil didn't drag me into another one of her idiotic ideas and I really didn't spend any time with Hayden today besides the occasion passing in the halls.

Mom wiped her mouth and got up to rush over to the counter where her purse always laid. She pulled a stack of papers out and my eyes grew wide. She handed the stack to me once she got back to the table and had sat down. "I found this in your bedroom floor yesterday when I got home. I didn't know you were into writing, Cami,"

My eyes were glued to the stack of papers. When did this fall out of my bag?, "It's just something I do on the side. More of a hobby than anything,"

"It must be a really good hobby if your teacher is asking you to be in a writing competition,"

I shrugged my shoulders, finally setting the papers down on the table, "I might have a few good pieces. But not good enough to win anything,"

"But it would be a good experience, and it would look go on college applications,"

"For which colleges?"

My shoulders tensed when dads voice rang throughout the room, making the silence slip back into the room again.

Mom was always a free spirited person and always encouraged me to try anything I wanted to do. Even if it was wanting to fly. Dad, on the other hand, knew what he wanted for me the second mom got pregnant.

"Lots of colleges," Mom started,

"None that she will be attending,"

"But I think she should still consider it,"

"Consider being taken very lightly,"

"Maybe we should actually talk about it John instead of just making the decisions for her. This might be something she actually wants to do." Moms' voice rose a few octaves.

Henry made some low sounds of protest and I started rubbing his chubby little arm and making soothing noises. Both my parents were glaring at each other by this point.

Dad opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off, "Can we talk about this later?,"

"No, we are talking about this now." Mom turned to me.

I looked between both of my parents, the words catching in my throat, "I---- I don't know,"

Mom sighed," Alright, just think about it and we can talk about it later,"

"Okay," I whispered,

Mom got up from her chair and walked over to comfort Henry.

"Can I be excused, I'm really not that hungry anymore," I asked, nausea was burning in my stomach while tears were filling my eyes.

Mom nodded and I shot out of my chair and ran up the stairs.

I slammed my bedroom door shut and took a few deep breaths. I let a few tears slip out and I choked back a sob. Why couldn't I just tell my parents how I really? Why did I have to be such a baby?

I wiped a few tears from my face and slowly walked over to my laptop, turning it on. While I was waiting for it, I slipped into some more comfy clothes.

As I was getting ready to throw my clothes in the hamper, a shadow from outside caught my attention. My windows were crashing against my walls and the curtains were dancing forcefully around.

Taking slow steps toward it, I grabbed onto the window doors and shut them, making sure the lock was in place, which is something I'm sure I did earlier that day. I grabbed the curtains to shut them but stopped dead in my tracks.

At the edge of the woods, A figure was standing in the shadows. His eyes glowed bright green and I saw his pale boney hand start to twitch.

I took a step back and let out a soft gasp. I couldn't bring myself to yell or even run. I was frozen and just like yesterday, a feeling of wanting to follow this figure overcame me. I didn't understand why.

The figures head slowly turned upwards and he let out a piercing scream.

A chirping sound filled the room.

I finally screamed out and whirled around. My computer was now turned on and a message from Cibil was waiting for me.

Hear any screams, today? :D

My eyes widen and I dashed back over to the window, there was no one there.

I looked back to the computer and then back out of the window. Cibil had awful timing.