Fall Encounters

Chapter five: Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.

When I woke it seemed as though it had only been a dream. Running down the halls at an immeasurable speed, having a screaming match with Carter. If his name really was Carter that is. Had it been a dream? I was pulled out of my thought process by a loud banging on my window. I looked at my clock, 10:52 pm. Who in the world would come over at almost eleven a clock. Then a thought struck me. What if it were that V guy. What if he were here to do something horrible to me? Part of my brain was trying to rationalize that it wasn't him, that he wouldn't do that. The other part was too scared to look. I walked to the other side of my room and grabbed a trophy that my dad had gotten me for one of my birthdays. It read number one daughter. But that wasn't what I was focused on. I walked slowly to the window. I was breathing so fast I thought I was going to pass out. I was so scared. I was startled when the knocked sounded again. My heart was beating faster than I had known possible. I pulled it back and aimed the trophy to hit who it was when--

"Chester!?" I let out a sigh of relief. I had forgotten that he said he was going to come over. Wait so that part hadn't been a dream?

I opened the window and he climbed right on in like he owned the place.

"Heya," He smiled at me.

"You know that I have a front door, and a back door right?" I looked at him.

"Yeah," He plopped down on my bed making himself at home, "That wouldn't have been as much fun." I shook my head at him then sat down next to him on the bed.

"Well, you're here." I said trying to get him to get to the point.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." He laughed at me. But he didn't have the same sparkle in his eye.

"Chester, what's wrong." His smile dropped.

"What? Nothing."

"Seriously?" I said scooting closer so I could get a better look of his face. He took a deep breathe.

"I was worried." He said not looking up at me.

"About what?" I asked confused.

"You." He said with a small smile.

"What, why--" I cut myself off. Shit. It hadn't been a dream. I remember how Chester didn't want me to go with Carter. "I remember." A look of confusion passed his face.

"You forgot?"

"Well, I just woke up here, I thought it was a dre--What are you doing?!" Chester had shot up, pounced on me turning me so I was laying on my back and he was straddling me. "Chester what are you doing?!" My worlds were muffled by the comforter.

"Shhh!" There was urgency in his demand. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of my head. It hurt so bad I had to bite down on the inside of my mouth. The taste of iron filled my mouth causing me to gag a few times. After about a minute, Chester's weight was off of me and I was free to move. I got up and walked to my trash can and gagged a couple times before the last meal I ate came up and was no longer distinguishable.

"Are you okay?" He walked over to me grabbing my hair keeping it out of my face.

"Are you nuts!?" I turned around and pushed him off of me. "You attacked me, of course I am not okay!" I wiped my mouth off on my sleeve.

"Bell, look." He held out his hand. It was a piece of metal with really sharp ridges that poked out on each side. It almost looked like a mechanical bug.

"What is it?" I eyed it warily, when I realized that had been attached to the back of my head. "OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!" I shouted. He dropped it and covered my mouth. His hands smelled like wood smoke and blood. I assumed it was my blood because as much as it hurt to get that off of me I sure it had left a mark. He stomped on it a few times, hard.