Dark Secrets

Rumours and Nightmares

Several rumours were spread over the weekend after Friday's "incident" with the crack in the floor. The principal blamed it on a minor quake, though many students thought otherwise. There was a chain mail spread through the Overland High students like wildfire through a dry bush. It read "Forward this email to 5 more people or Cynthia Rose will come in the night and bite you and make you a vampire like her!" But with a lot more spelling mistakes.

 Charlotte Maver spread a rumour that she saw Cynthia's eyes turn jet black and matte when the crack appeared, but it was probably just Charlotte being Charlotte, even though she isn't very well known for being over dramatic, just a bitch.

 Some people claim that she is a witch or a demon, with powers that could kill us all. The only real demons at Overland are the Pyrites and the vultures, who were doing most of the rumour spreading.

 Then there were the ones who tried to avoid the plague of hate. The fan girls, goths, most of the jocks and the nerds stayed uninvolved, but everyone else was in full on troll mode.

 I often wondered how Cynthia was doing. How horrible would it be to be new, and to be instantly looked down on and bullied. I considered visiting her, but I had no idea where she lived and I didn't want to invade her privacy. I had only met her once or twice, yet I felt a strange connection.

 And I had dreams.

 Dreams more like nightmares about the image of the 7 men around the blue flame. There would be never any movement, just the feeling of disproval and dread about the air, and sometimes there would be flashes of a different scene, in which a girl plunged a knife deep into her heart and bleed onto the thick meadow grass where she had once stood, but now lay, in a Scarlett pool of here own blood, eyes open and unseeing. Sometimes times the dreams would put me in a lake, with cold, murky water. in the dream i couldn't swim, and I could feel the chill of the freezing water filling my lungs, my hands flailing aimlessly in the water until my vision dimmed and the scene went dark.

 Every night I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart pounding. The dreams wouldn't stop. And when I couldn't fall asleep again...

 I lay there.

 Thinking about Cynthia Rose.