Dealing With The Deadliest [Finished]

|Chapter 1| Terror strikes

I'm pathetic. I'm just pathetic. I kept repeating that to myself again and again unable to come to terms with what I had just done out of sheer nervousness. So here is the deal.

The time was 8:30 p.m. I was sitting in the mall in my pajamas, barefeet and with a terrible bed head.My face was pale white and my hands still wouldn't stop shivering. The malls blasting music helped calm me down to an extent. I felt relieved.

Why am I so scared? I'm in the crowd. The people looked at me blankly with an expression that scorned the country's weird uprising teenagers. I was anything but weird at that point of time. Heck if it were you, you would have done the same!

For the first time I liked the scorns and the glances thrown at me. I was happy to be around people.

Apparently, I had more important things to worry about. I rummaged my pockets and felt the necklace there intact. It was a necklace my mother had given to me before she left to work in the next town. My mother is my strength. Keeping it with me at all times, reassures me and I feel safe.

Anabell. Anabell. Please. I kept repeating her name hoping she would turn up sooner. Her house was nearby.

"Sasha! Sash -he'' she stopped on her track, queerly looking at my new sense of style.

"Bell!'' I speedily ran and engulfed her in a tight hug.

"Whats wrong Sash? You look like a mess. Are you okay?" she said wrapping me tight.

I just hugged her tight. Letting go, I looked at her face etched with concern.

''Why did you call me here? What happened?' she continued, wiping away the mess of tears and hair from my face. I broke into a cold sweat.

'B-Bell listen, it's happening.''