The Curse

Chapter Eight

I furrowed in confusion. Scott is.. Dating? And the girl is not in the camp. I mean he said he'll be back soon, did he not? But how? Almost everyone from the freshman year to the seniors is here. He couldn't be dating a middle scholar, could he?

Maybe she's a family, though.

I hear squich movement on the muddy ground and I had to crawl half my way back to the camp, and tiptoeing the rest. I got into the tent and sank in my bed.

I trusted Scott enough to make him the first creature ever to know about my curse- after Laura my dog, may she rest in peace -and Scott didn't even share with me such an important detail about his life? What's with the chemistry notebook and weird drugs names anyway? I may be misjudging him but never have he talked about himself with me; not about his life before this school, not about his family, not about anything. And silly me was going to spill my life secrets from the A to the Z.

Scott entered the dark tent. He was off my vision area since I slept to the opposite side.

He stood still at his place at the entrance with no sounds, then I felt the waft of his blanket as he organized it over his body.

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Day 7

I wouldn't call what I had sleep but it was something to keep me going through another day. I rubbed my eyes as the morning light illuminated the tent soth cloth from the outside, lighting the insides of the tent. I looked next to me and he was so deep in his sleep, sprawled in his bed, and his blankets only reaching his ankle.

I approached him in suspicion.

What's your story, Scott Miller?

His sleeping face looked like that of a child: vulnerable, helpless and definitely harmless. If anyone thought Scott was someone evil, that face would prove them otherwise.

With eyes still closed, he sleepily moaned with a displeased frown, altering his head the other direction.

I wonder if normal people have frightening nightmares like mine. I wonder if normal people can even have nightmares that could effect them physically in real world.

I pondered in my thoughts, touching the slowly healing bruise on my knee.

Scott's body sat bold upright in his bed, lunging his hands forward as he shrieked "Cherry!"

My body was thrown to the back by the impact of the surprise, sitting with my arms supporting my upper trunk on the floor.

He looked around him in a daze, his eyes met mine and, then, he covered his face with both hands in exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" I asked, a little bit still terrified.

"Yes," he span to the back, reaching for his bag and putting back all his things, totally avoiding me.

"What are you doing?" I asked tentatively, not being able to hold back words.

"They'll be ready to leave any minute, now." his voice was different: hoarse, distant and serious.

I started to my bag slowly, still staring as he placed back his things with a temper. He caught my eyes, giving me details of his formerly hidden features. He had prominent eyebags and messy, bed, brown hair. He shot an unexpected warm smile, leaving me dumbfounded. How can he turn from hostile to friendly in a matter of seconds?

"Did you sleep well?" he turned his head to zip up his backpack.

I nodded uncertainly. "Good." he said as he had a glimpse of my nod and rushed out of the tent with his bag. How, weird.