D3ADLY S!N

EVERYTHING SEEMED NORMAL BUT IT ACTUALLY WASNT!!!!

I opened my eyes, bolting upright. Where the hell was I...? The room was a hazy blur, and it took me a few blinks to clear my vision.

"Are you alright, sweetie?"

I gasped, bunching my knees up to my chest, making the cot I was on squeak in protest. An older woman worriedly peered down at me. Her auburn hair was sprinkled with a few grey strands, wrapped in a tight bun.

".....w-who are you?!"

"The school nurse...." She arched an eyebrow, turning back.

"Did she hit her head?"

"No.....I caught her in time." a voice replied.

Mr. Hall was leaning against the wall, with an amused look. I widened my eyes and struggled to hold back the growing heat in my face.

The nurse looked at me again and I gathered my courage to speak.

"S-sorry.....I was just a little disoriented, Mrs....Mrs.."

"Mrs. Webb. " She finished for me. It was difficult for me to remember her name because I'd only been in the nurse's office a couple of times, and even then it was to help others. I had an "immune system of steel" as my father called it.

"Well, seeing as you blacked out for an hour, I think you should go home." She mused.

"An hour....?" I mumbled. Not a surprise I was out for so long.

"Are any of your parents home?"

"No, actually. They're both at work right now." I replied.

Mr. Hall laughed quietly, shifting his weight to the other leg.

"It wouldn't be a problem for me to drive her home." he said.

Mrs. Webb and I looked over at him. She looked a little flustered, blushing slightly.

"A-are you sure, Ian?" She asked.

Mr. Hall smirked, glancing at me.

"Positive."

The nurse stuttered something about having to go find a file, and she went into the back room. I stood up from the cot, nervously tugging at the corner of my shirt. Mr. Hall opened the door for me, gesturing outside. I awkwardly shuffled into the hallway as he walked next to me. I could sense the amusement he felt, and I pouted irritatedly, until I felt a jacket being draped over my shoulders.

I blinked, looking up. Mr. Hall had shrugged off his jacket and given it to me. He arched an eyebrow at my surprised expression.

"It's cold outside."

"But...What about you?" I asked.

"Don't worry about me." he responded, walking out of the school.

A burst of freezing air met me as I followed him. If I felt this cold when I was wearing a jacket, then Mr. Hall must've been fighting back frostbite. But he looked perfectly fine walking over to his car. I was taken aback. Did nothing, including the extreme elements of weather, phase him? He opened the passenger car door, before sliding into the driver's seat. I sat in the car, quickly closing the door to shut out the cold.

Mr. Hall turned on the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot as I turned on the radio. I was absolutely nervous and didn't want to ride in silence. Once he pulled up to my house, I undid my seatbelt and quickly got out of the car. Mr. Hall amusedly looked at me as I stumbled over to the front door. I took my keys out of my pocket and struggled to fit them in the lock, my hands shook to much.

Suddenly, Mr. Hall was behind me and I froze.

"Need any help?" he asked. His hand took mine and he smoothly fit the key in the lock. A blush immediately returned to my face and he laughed quietly.

"....t-thanks..."

"Of course...."

I felt his lips brush against my neck, and a gust of wind shocked me out of my trance.

"Sweet Dreams....." A voice sounded in my head.

"What?!" I gasped.

Turning around, I blinked in surprise.

Nobody was there.

How did that happen? How the hell could he do that?! People couldn't just disappear out of thin air like he did..... at least normal people couldn't...... Which made me really wonder, what was Mr. Hall? He wasn't a plain, regular guy and that irritated me.

I sighed, walking into my house. Katze meowed in greeting, and I threw her favorite catnip ball into the kitchen. She pounced on it and I took the opportunity to close the kitchen door so she couldn't follow me. I really didn't want to be bothered today. Even by my cat. I loved Katze dearly but I felt that the closer I got to Mr. Hall, the more distant I became with others.

My overall personality changed, as well as my appearance. My hair framed my face and complimented how sharp grey my eyes were. My cheeks were rosy (probably from blushing so much) and my lips were a natural reddish color. I noticed I was biting my lip and immediately stopped. That was a bad habit I didn't wish to begin.

I opened the door to my bathroom and walked inside, not bothering to turn on the light. I had decided a bath would help me relax. I was usually tense, instead of being tired as I always was. Turning on the water, I poured a vast amount of bubble soap in the water and lit my favorite strawberry scented candles. Soon the room was filled with a pleasant strawberry scent, and that slightly calmed my nerves. I took off my shirt, and paused, noticing myself in the mirror.

There was a mark on my hip. It seemed like a bruise at first, but I inspected it further and saw a few twists and curls on the edges of the mark. It was too intricate to be a bruise.....so what was it?

I sighed and turned back, turning off the water. Stepping in the bath, I shrieked and fell backwards on the floor. The water was absolutely freezing! How could that be? There was evidence it had to be hot. The mirror was fogged and there was steam rising from the tub. Standing up, I curiously approached the lit candle and put my hand over the flame. It was cold too, despite the fact the flame was making the wax melt. Nothing made sense! I couldn't even enjoy a hot bath. heat apparently didn't affect me anymore.....the fact that everything seemed normal but actually wasn't, enraged me. I clenched my fists and drove it into the mirror, shattering it.

For a moment, there was a searing pain in my hand, from the candle's flame and my punching the mirror. But as soon as it appeared, it went away. It felt as if I didn't injure myself at all. Blood flowed from my hand, crimson dripping into the sink. I turned on the water, washing the blood away, and cleaned my wound.

I blew the candle out and pulled the drain from the tub. If I couldn't relax, I will just go to sleep. As usual.

Storming into my room, I slammed the door closed and reluctantly turned to my bed. What if the dreams started again? What would happen then? Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of lethargy and my knees buckled, sending me to the floor. My vision became blurred, black seeping into the corners of my eyes. And for the second time that day, I passed out.