Athan
He thought it was an enclosed space. No one was supposed to be there.
The girl...
She looked like nothing he's ever seen in his world. There was something about the way she held herself.
She was stubborn. Some might even say rude, but that's not it. She likes to protect what's hers. And he was the one who invaded her secret place.
It was her space. It's not like he knew, but still he felt a wave of guilt wash over him.
When he saw her face he didn't know how to react. For the first time he didn't know how to react.
It was her eyes. It was completely unnerving and left him transfixed.
Cat eyes, emerald- green and purple flecks. The purple flecks were not actually visible to the human eye, but I saw them.
Gods, he saw. And he knew he had to get away. A simple trick to capture attention. The tree branches. Just a snap and then he's gone.
There was no chance to think about what she'll think. All he need right now, is to disappear.
And he did.
I finally reached my car, still freaked out. It was already getting dark and I should be getting home. My mom should be home by now.
When I was safely in my car, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My mind kept going back to what just happened.
He was there and then he wasn't. That was just rude. You don't just disappear in the middle of a conversation!
I couldn't have made that up, what just happened. My mind isn't that cool. I could still hear his voice. Still see his eyes before me, haunting me.
He was so real. But...where did he go?
The radio automatically started playing when the car purred to life.
No music played. In fact, it was dead silent. I tried the other stations and no luck.
Gods, can this day get any weirder?
I decided to just play my music via Bluetooth. I felt a little like Evanescence- My last breath.
I feel like my breath has just been taken away from me a little. I lost myself in the music. That's where I am most comfortable. Not scared. Where I could feel whatever I wanted. It was always a different experience every day.
I still dreaded going home, now more than ever because I still have no answers to all the questions in my head.
When I turned up in our driveway, my father's car wasn't there, which means he is still at work.
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Spellbound
FantasySeventeen year old Leah Gracion's life was completely normal. She was the only child of two wonderful parents, had a weird, but amazing best friend Alice and her loving cat, Snow. Nothing screamed 'excitement' about her life. Until it all started...