Pitchkillers

I wrote this when I was Twelve-Thirteen...
I was day dreaming about a guy, when it happened. I was on my way home from school, which coincidentally, was the day before the end of senior year. My friends and I were planning a party, my dress was gray to bring out my eyes. It was so beautiful. It's funny, you'd think I should be counting all of my blessings, except all I could think about was this guy that I've never even met or seen before. His eyes, that looked like a soft brown but really were a blue tinted hazel, had so much depth that one could get lost in them. Oh and his hair! His hair was a sandy brown, and curled right behind his ears and neck just the right way. He had full lips, and a crooked smile that just made your heart pound and your stomach do flips. But before I could even register what was happening, a truck was speeding, well over the speed limit, right towards me.
At the last possible second, I remembered, at least, I was wearing my seatbelt. And that was when I was launched, head first, out through the windshield.
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Flying is wonderful. I felt this overwhelming sense of relief and happiness. I felt so beautiful, accepted, and overly loved. It was so amazing. But at the same time I was worried, and I felt awful for leaving everyone behind. One part of me was totally okay with the idea of feeling like this from now on. Yet, the other part was screaming to go back, and see everyone one last time. There was a voice calling my name. "Evelyn." It'd calmly call out. The voice was so melodic and comforting. "God?" I asked it. I heard it chuckle.
I finally got the nerve to ask, "Did I die? Where am I?"
The voice replied, "Yes, you did die. But you are not ready to be here yet."
"What do you mean I'm not ready?" I asked as I was genuinely curious. I mean, because at the time I welcomed the thought.
"You hesitated on leaving. Back to your time on earth, you had these traits. I made the decision while you were on your way to me, only a fool would leave your unique talents to waste."
I didn't know what to say. What do you say when God tells you that he's giving you a second chance?
"But," He starts, "There is one thing I should warn you about. You now have the Vision. There are Demons. Many different types of them. They are ugly, terrible, nasty things. Some of them may even look human, but that doesn't change what they are. They will kill you when they have the chance. You are stronger than you think, Evelyn, you now have the powers that others don't. That makes you more valuable to them. They want to see you dead." Well, He got to the point, yeah?
"There are also good things, well, good people. They call themselves the Pitchkillers. You have their blood in you, now. As you live like them, you will start to get stronger, and soon, you will get wings. I have provided you with the basic skills to help you along the way. Such as, being able to tell if a person is lying or not, and fighting skills. I have trust in you, Evelyn, you can do great things. Now, get ready, I'm sending you back, and you are going to be in a lot of pain. So, brace yourself."
And, without another word, I was sent back to my dying body.
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"Ah ah ahh!" I was in the worst pain I have ever been in. I arched my back, screaming at the top of my lungs, until my throat was raw. "What, no super-special-pain-killer?" I thought bitterly. Finally, I slowly started to feel a bit better. Guess they thought that the way to solve my screaming problem was to numb the pain, and give me some morphine. I decided I should open my eyes, and get this over with. Consequently, they had a painfully bright light shining right in my face. I regretted opening my eyes the moment when someone beside me screamed in my ear. "Omigosh! You're awake! I thought you were dead! You scared me to death! Don't do that to me!" Yeah, because I totally did all this on purpose. I slowly turned my head to look at who was speaking, and saw my reflection in two huge, bloodshot, hazel eyes.
"Hey, mom." Man! Did my voice sound that raspy? I'm great at these you-almost-died-reunion things. Bet you can't even tell that I'm high on these drugs they've given me. Can't complain, though, I'd rather be completely naive to what's going on to the world around me, than to be screaming in pain. Well, I'm glad to see her, but I'm a little scared to ask what happened to me. I took a deep breath, and said "So, how do I look, mom?" There, my voice sounded a bit better... but not quite. She looked pretty uncomfortable, did I really look that bad? Well, I did die. Finally, after what felt like eternity, she spoke up. "Evelyn, you broke both of your arms, dislocated your right hip, you have internal bruises, and your face had so much glass in it. It's a miracle that it all missed your eyes! No, it's a miracle you're even alive, Sam." she started to cry again. While she was crying, I saw someone in the corner. A boy, I think. I've never seen him before, though. My heart stopped. He looked just like the guy that flashed in my vision seconds before I died. He caught me looking at him, and smirked then left. He left me yearning for his name.
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After about 5 days, I was sent home in some pretty wicked pain. But, only from my internal bruises. The rest of me was healed. The doctors said that they didn't know why everything healed so fast, but I did. Guess God gave me super fast healing powers too. I looked in the mirror as soon as we got home, and my face looked completely normal. Just like nothing had happened. Two days later, my internal bruises were gone, as far as I could tell. I felt amazing. It was summer break, and one of my friends, Kaeliegh (Kae for short) called, me and filled me in on what I missed. Not that much, the party was pretty lame, and Amy broke up with Matt, yet on the same day they got back together. Losers. She told me I was some supernatural bad ass, because of how unnaturally fast I healed. I had to laugh at that. We hung up, and I got this sudden desire to run. This was a normal thing for me, I was in track and field before the accident. I put on some shorts and a tank, said goodbye to my now paranoid parents. Can't blame them, though. It's totally understandable. I did some quick warm up stretches, and started jogging. It felt great to run again, it was easy to forget that I just died. I don't know where I'm running to, just that it feels so great again that I can't stop. I slowed down so I could survey my surroundings and found that I was running to Cuties, this coffee shop that me and Kae would always stop at in the mornings before school. Man, did coffee sound good right now! Good thing I brought my wallet. I walked in and ordered a cup of coffee. Once I received my change and drink, I took a seat by the window. I was just about to take a sip, when I hear, "Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat with you?" I looked over to whose voice that belonged to. I had to stop my jaw from dropping, although it didn't help, since I don't have the ability to control blushing. It was Him. That guy at the hospital I saw! Oh, speak Evelyn, speak! I cleared my throat, and replied, "Er, yeah go ahead." He sat down at the booth in front of me. "Have I seen you before?" I squeaked. I'm so smooth. "Hmm?" He asked sipping his coffee. How is he so perfect? Ugh, I feel so awkward! Well let's start with a casual question. "What's your name?" I asked. "Catcher. What's yours?" I could get used to his voice. I don't know why, but his voice reminds me of caramel... Is that weird? "Evelyn. Have I seen you before?" I had to ask again. I am the worst talker, even though I do it non-stop. I honestly have no idea of how I became popular.
"Where?" He asked.
"Didn't I see you at my hospital room? Five days ago?"
"Oh," Is he blushing? "I'm sorry, I saw them wheel you in there and I felt the need to see you, please don't think I'm a stalker. I don't know how to explain it." Hmm, he isn't lying. But I am getting a crazy vibe, though.
"That's not crazy, but what do you mean you felt the need to see me?"
"You'll figure stuff like that out once we get to know each other more."
"Says the creeper." I said laughing. I think because of this gift God gave me about being able to tell if someone is lying, I find Catcher's mysteriousness oddly reassuring. Usually this kind of thing would annoy me, I just cant put a finger on it.
It took me a second to realize that this asthmatic rasping noise next to me was Catcher's laugh. Soon, our faces were crimson red with tears running down our faces from laughing so hard. We were laughing at each other, at least that's what I was laughing about. His laugh was just so contagious.
"Phew, it feels like I've known you for so much longer! Are you sure I haven't seen you before?" I asked after I caught my breath.
"Yeah, I know it feels that way with me, too. No, at least, not that I can remember."
I checked my phone and saw that we have been sitting here for about an hour. "Crap, I have to be heading home soon, before my parents send police off looking for me. Thanks for keeping me company, I haven't laughed like that in a while." I smiled, picking my stuff up, getting ready to go, before my coffee decided on tipping over. Luckily it missed the majority of my thigh. I let out an aggravated grunt, and went to go get some napkins, when Catcher said "No, hold on let me go get you some napkins. Wait here." He ushered me to sit back down. He's so sweet I thought. When he came back, I graciously grabbed the napkins, and our hands touched. Suddenly, there was a big flash of light and then everything around me dissolved into black.
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I was in some room. My heart was pounding, filled with adrenaline. It felt like I was preparing to fight, even though I barely even understood where I was. Not even a faint recognition of this place. Oddly, everything had a faint haze around it, it felt like I was dreaming. I could see that I was in a men's restroom, and I was hiding behind a stall door. Why do I feel like this? Why am I here? I knew I could find out, but I suddenly didn't want to. My hands, er, no, these are guy hands. What is going on? I can hear footsteps. They sound heavy. My heart is starting to beat faster. All of a sudden, the bathroom door slams open. What is that sound? Is this person sniffing? Light floods the room, and I am now staring at very pale-gray eyes. My whole body turns numb. I'm trying to run, get up, do something, but I can't. My body isn't obeying me. I am trying to scream, but it feels like I'm just trapped inside a body. Just when I thought things couldn't get more terrifying, he, uh no, it starts to turn inside out, and starts slithering towards me incredibly fast. I suddenly jump up and grab this pole and launch myself over until I'm away from its view. In my peripheral vision, I saw Catcher, not me. And not only that, but I saw... wings. Slowly, the wheels inside my head started working. I'm reliving one of Catcher's memories! That explains why everything had a haze around it. Catcher started to pull out this long, machete-like knife, and, oh no I can't watch, stabbed the thing where it's head used to be. Eww, I think I'm going to be sick! Then, without warning, I was sent back to the present.
"Hey, Evelyn! Hello? Earth to Evelyn!" It was Catcher. One of the many, Pitchkillers. He has both hands on my shoulders, he is super close to me. So, if I really wanted to, I could kiss him by slightly leaning forward and then look up. But, I really need to talk him, especially now that I know who he really is.
"Hey, we really need to talk."
"Okay. Dude, Evelyn, you scared me to death! Are you all right? What happened?" Was it me, or did he looked relieved?
"Yeah, well, that's what I need to talk to you about." He released me. I took a look around, and decided that now is not the time to talk about a supernatural race that's purpose in life is to rid the earth of demons. I turned my phone on to check the time and saw that I was supposed to be home a hour ago! My parents are going to freak out. "Um, Catcher, I need to go before my parents report me missing. Let's talk later." I stood up, sliding out of the booth. Catcher stood up with me, and as we were leaving the store, he stopped me and asked, "Hey, are you walking?" He looked at me with such earnest eyes that I couldn't even think about lying to him. "Yes, I jogged to get here." I replied, guarded. I don't know why I'm cautious all of a sudden. It's not like he's any different than me. "Do you need a ride? I'd be happy to take you." He said. How was I supposed to tell him no when he looked like that?
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"Okay. Yes, I know. Yeah. I'll be back in about an hour. Okay. I love you too mom. Okay, bye. What? Okay. Yes ma'am. I love you too. Bye." The day my mom learns the true meaning of good bye, will be a day I marry Josh Hutcherson. Seeing as though Josh doesn't even know I exist, this will never happen.

"Is she okay with me taking you home?"

I strugged and said, "Let's just go."
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A/N: wow if you made it this far, woah mahn thanks. I wrote this two years ago. And wow. I've edited this, of course, so at least the grammar and spelling isn't so bad. Uhm, don't expect like any more of this book. I have completely given up on this story plot, haha. I think I'll just keep it as a shitty short story or something(:
Thanks for checking it out, though(: Hope you somewhat enjoyed it >u<

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