Why Me?

Chapter 13

Noor:

            I decided stayed home that day because I was already late to school.  I felt better than ever, though.  I wondered if Drew would remember being dead, if he would remember how he died, if he would even remember me.  I hoped that Pro wanted to bring him back to life.  If he wasn’t supposed to die, then he should be able to come back, right?  I was completely confident that he would. 

            It hit me all at once as I was pouring the milk in my cereal.  How could I have ever been so ignorant, I thought to myself.  Pro still wanted me dead.  Jasper and Drake still had the job of killing me.  For all I knew, Jasper and Drake’s fight was a fake, just to get me to trust Jasper more.  He had held the knife to my throat, and would surely do so again, if Pro was as feared as Drake said he was.

            The jug of milk in my hand wobbled, then fell as I put my shaking hands on the table for support.  Drew wasn’t coming back to life.  Or if he was, I was surely going to die before that, and without him to protect me, who would stop my attackers?

            The ground around my feet felt wet.  I realized it was the spilled jug of milk.  I looked down at the white substance circling around me as tears started to leak from my eyes again.  I heard footsteps and looked up to see Jerry coming in.  He looked at the mess, then at me. 

            “No use crying over spilled milk!” he said enthusiastically.  Then he came over and got some paper towels from a drawer.  I stepped back and let him clean up the mess.  My whole body was shaking too hard, and soon I broke down into sobs.  Jerry looked up at me, surprised.

            “No, seriously Noor, you don't have to cry. It's okay. I can just buy some more milk.”

            “It’s not about to milk!” I yelled. “Why does it have to be my life that sucks? Why can't it be Sophia for once?!”  With that, I ran past Jerry to my room. Sophia had heard me and followed me to my room.

            “Noor, you were just so happy a minute ago. What happened?” she asked, sitting on the bed beside me.

            “Pro still wants to kill me, so why would he listen to anything I say? And if he does, i'm going to be dead soon!” I said, trying to get a control of myself. I rubbed away the tears and sniffled.

            “But Jasper was going to talk to him...” Sophia said.

            “You were right. Jasper is not a good guy. I thought he was. I mean, he was so nice to me and stuff. But now...I just don't know. I don't know anything anymore,” I said. I fell backwards onto the bed.  “I’m going to sleep,” I announced.

            “Sleep? It's like three in the afternoon!” Sophia said, looking at the clock.

            “Go away. I'm trying to sleep,” I said, staring at the ceiling once again. Sophia opened her mouth, then closed it and left, closing the door softly behind her.

            I lay down and just continued staring at the ceiling.  I hoped I would at least see Drew after I died.  Maybe I could tell him about the spilled milk, how Jerry took the saying literally.  I could almost see him laughing and shaking his head, saying “Adoptive parents these days...”

            The tears continued to run down my face as I thought about how short my time here on Earth had been.  I had spent most of my life running from danger, dying on a hospital bed, going through orphanges, almost anything bad you could imagine.  It was no surprise that Pro thought I was dangerous and could avoid death so easily.  I wondered if I really was immortal.  I smiled at the thought.  If I was, I couldn’t be killed, could I?  Being immortal was impossible, though, it was only a concept in books.  But after meeting Jasper and Drake, I could believe anything.