This is a pretty long chapter. You're welcome.
My heart begins to beat faster and faster in my chest, tears falling down my cheeks at a rapid pace. I begin to back up from him, trying to run at the same time, but end up tripping. I cry out, trying to get up, but I can't. Somehow I am frozen in place, an unseen force keeping me stationary.
"Storm, what are you doing?" I croak. But he doesn't answer. He stays where he is, and slowly lifts the knife, pointing it at me with his arm outstretched. I'm confused at this point, wondering what he's doing.
I am suddenly lifted off the ground by the same force keeping me held down to the ground a few seconds ago. I keep rising until I'm a good three feet from the concrete. My limbs hang down from my body, and I struggle to hold my head up so I can look around and be aware of what's happening.
How is he doing this? This is impossible? My heart is hammering in my chest and I'm trembling in fear.
Storm walks toward me, a sinister grin on his face. "Stupid girl," he laughs, coming closer to me once more. He takes the knife and presses it against my chest, not enough to break the skin.
I suddenly think of Harry. Where is he? What could he be doing right now? If Storm kills me, he'll die too. That's something I don't want. I pray for something to happen. Anything. A miracle.
I shouldn't have come. I should've just listened to Harry. He was right.
"I'm just going to do us all a favor, here," he whispers before pressing the knife harder into my skin. "Scream!" He yells. "Scream for Harry! Tell him how bad it hurts!" What's going on?
I gasp, feeling the blood run out of the wound. I scream, begging him to stop. Suddenly, I fall to the ground and hear the knife clatter to the ground somewhere behind me.
I catch my breath, wondering what could have happened. I turn my head to the side, and there I see Harry and Storm, standing a few feet away from each other. I scream, terrified at what I see.
The two of them are both glowing like embers, the outlines of their skin engulfed in red and orange flames, licking up and around them. They stare into each other's eyes, their eyes black and filled with what I can only describe as pure hatred.
"Harry! What are you doing?" I croak out. "Please, come here!" Neither of them budge, though. They seem to be under a sort of hypnosis I can't explain. Suddenly, though, it's all over. The glowing has disappeared, and the two boys begin walking in opposite directions: Harry in the direction of the house, and Storm in my direction. I am about to scream, thinking that Storm has come to finish the job, but he just walks right past me, not giving me a single glance.
I turn around, my eyes watching him closely as he walks to the edge of the bridge, and dives into the water below. I scream, rushing over to the air, wishing I could've stopped him before it was too late.
"Storm!" I shout as I watch the splash of the water engulf him, so far below me. I know he tried to kill me, but that didn't mean I wanted him dead.
I turn to Harry, who is a good thirty feet away from me. "Harry!" I call out to him, trying to get him to stop and wait on me. I don't think I could stand to walk home alone after what just happened.
He doesn't stop walking though, only clenches his fists and picks up his pace. What's his problem?
"Harry! Stop! Wait for me!" I yelled, beginning to run after him. I can't seem to catch up, because I'm not a very fast runner, and he got a head start anyway.
He still doesn't stop.
"Harry!" I finally scream. "What is your problem?" This stops him. I catch up, stopping about 5 feet away from him. He clenches his fists again and slowly turns around to face me. He looks very angry, and that frightens me.
