Dark Secrets

7 Men

It was a dark swaying melody, played by an instrument I had never heard of. It wasn't modern, but it wasn't like a classic that the old ladies at the tea house in town would listen to. I felt like I knew this song, but I didn't know where from. Like a song that you hear on the radio but you just can't remember who sings it, and you sit there for ages racking your brain and trying to remember who it is but you just cant. Or when you hear a song from a movie and you just cant remember which movie it's from. That's what it felt like.

The music seemed to be coming from around the corner of the building, so I slowly stepped past it and saw Cynthia.

She was sitting underneath the large oak tree on the far side of the field, her knees tucked up to her chest. She was writing in the navy blue note book that I had seen before, her pen scratching up and down the page do fast that I was almost surprised that the page didn't burn up from all of the friction between pen and paper. She was frowning at the page, biting her lip. She must of been just as freaked out about the crack as any of us, especially since the dramatics at the school would spread rumours that "she" caused it.

As I made my way across the muddy field to the old oak tree, I saw a flash of silver in the mud. I looked down and saw the seven-pointed star necklace that Cynthia had been wearing earlier. It must of fallen of when she was running away. I stooped down to pick it, but as soon as my fingers touched the cold metal I feel a buzz at my fingertips, like he electric shock you sometimes get after you touch someone. I close my eyes and see an image of 7 men standing around an icy blue fire. My mind reels as I snap my eyelids open. I shake my head, trying to rid it of that strange yet curious image. I must have been hallucinating from the heat, I tell myself frantically. There was an air of dread when I saw it, like something terrible was going to happen. I picked it up gingerly and after wiping it quickly on my jeans I examined it again. It was made of a silver metal, and in the centre was a small blue dot. I smiled to myself. She did wear colour after all. It was hung on a long black cord with a knot holding it together rather than a clasp. I slipped it into my pocket and continued to trod slowly towards the tree.

When I reached the oak, Cynthia had still not noticed me. I looked over her shoulder and saw the word "curse" before I accidentally stepped on a twig which snapped in half with a loud crack! Cynthia slammed the book closed and sharply turned to look at me, her sharp green eyes wary. "Can you just leave me alone?" She snapped. I blinked. She seemed so shy, but turns out she does have sass. "Just go back and tell them I get it okay" she continues, turning I look back at the closed cover of her book. "I know I'm not wanted here. I never am." She picks at the already chipped black polish of her thumb.

"Ashleigh didn't send me" I say, crossing my arms and leaning against the rough trunk of the tree. "Then why are you here?" Cynthia queries turning to look back at me. "Because I care" I say "you should know that not all guys are complete jerks". A small smile slips across her pale face, but is quickly drowned by the worried expression that is creasing her thick brows. "I also found this" I add as I pull the necklace from my pocket, turning it over in my fingers before passing it down to her. "Oh thank god" she sighs as she reaches up to except the necklace. As my tanned hand and her pale one meet, I feel and electric shock at the tip of my fingers and snake it's way up to my heart and through my whole body. We lock eyes for a moment that lasts forever, and I swim in the green of her eyes.

"I have to go" says Cynthia, shaking her head sharply, as if banishing a thought. She began gathering up her things and getting up. "Where?" I say as she brushes wood chips off her black jeans. "Home" she says, putting her pen and notebook in her messenger bag "Away from here". "Well... Bye then" I say, confused at her sudden change of mood. She smiles faintly and begins to walk off. "Wait Cynthia!" I yell at her retreating figure. "Yeah" she yells back as she turns around to face me. "Your not alone you know" I shout. She shakes her head as if to dismiss the idea. Before she can reply I turn and walk slowly away, hands in my pockets.

And I don't look back.