Dead Girls Don't Cry[ON HOLD]

Chapter Three: Haunting Faces of Strangers

Sorry for the late update! >.< Blame the professors and their evil midterms! D; ...and the launch of Black Ops 2 & Halo 4 ^~^

 

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Dead Girls Don't Cry

Chapter Three: Haunting Faces of Strangers

The drumming of fingers, gum popping, pencils scratching against thin paper, and an elderly woman's humming attacked Asher's ears. His hearing picked up everything going around him. For the first time, he was aware of the beings around him in this room. After waking up from the sweet slumber that slowly released his mind, his eyes flickered everywhere, swallowing every detail as well as his hearing. Before, he would sleep during class, the noises around him tuned out. But after that cherishing sleep, he felt...energetic. As if he should do some kick-starting-adrenaline-pumping tricks to get a full of his day. He never felt so much alive, it almost felt foreign.

The insomnia still clawed the back of his mind but he would never let this energy go away. He wanted to feel this way everyday even if the faint figments of the dream he had last night replayed every time he closed his eyes. Strange that he would dream of a pink haired girl he never knew of yet the fear and the very image of this unknown girl felt...real. Too vivid for him to process of what was reality and what was fantasy.

"Psst!"

Asher glanced over his shoulder at his friend who kept her dreads in a ponytail. She grinned, showing her full set of white teeth, as she leaned forward, her hands gripping the front of the desk. Her sea green eyes twinkled with mischief like always. She was beautiful with her sun kiss tan that wasn't too dark or fake like most people in this town had. Her skin was truly tan coming that she was from California. The state who had more sun than New Hampshire itself.

"Wanna go with me to the thrift store after school?" Medusa wiggled her eyebrows, winking.

Asher cracked a smile, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, why not."

"Good. 'Cause Axel and Slug are heading back to that haunted house to retrieve the video camera you left behind," she said before going back to her assignment.

Medusa's words seemed to scream at him, attacking in his mind. Asher stiffened as fear burned through his veins and panic rose from the pit of his stomach, slowly eating him alive just like insomnia once had. His fingers trembled as his palms became sweaty. With his heart pounding frenziedly against his chest, Asher was afraid to even try to ask why his friends were going back to that place. He didn't purposely left the camcorder behind, he merely forgot. He was too engaged into the weird vibe the house gave off.

"They think you left it behind just so they can experience anything you saw in that place," Medusa added, chuckling softly.

"W-why can't they just leave the camera there?" Asher asked, getting a suspicious look aimed at him.

"Aren't you curious what you captured in that camcorder without seeing it with your own eyes?" Medusa asked, cocking her head to the side. Sea green eyes bored into his before scanning his face for anything that might betray him. For someone who was intrigued in the body language of a person, Medusa knew a lie perfectly.

But Asher wasn't trying to lie. No, he wanted his friends to stay away from that house. If he can't remember what happened that very night he slept in that house then he didn't want to know what that camcorder caught.

'Don't let them come...'

Asher's head whipped to the side so fast his vision became blurry for a brief moment before adjusting to the girl sitting next to him. Brown waves becoming a curtain, shielding her face from prying eyes. How her shoulders slouched forward as she scribbled on her notebook. Her feet swung underneath her desk, the tip of her shoes hardly touching the floor. Asher studied this girl cautiously. From the soft music coming from her indicated the head bobbing yet she still looked mysterious in a way. Was she the one who spoke to him? It could be, wouldn't it? She was close to him and it was plausible. But from the weeks of being in this class, he never once heard her talk to him.