Trapped

chapter 13

Chapter 13

               

              When we made it to our destination Sam and I parted ways, him going to investigate the commotion we had heard and me going to look for Ari. I found her sitting as far from the other people as possible and I was surprised to see Seth sitting beside her holding her hand. She was staring down at the ground so she didn’t see me coming and I decided to sit down next to her. When I sat down she looked over at me and her eyes got as big and round as saucers. She scrambled backwards until she was practically sitting in Seth’s lap. Seth didn’t talk much but his expression was similar to Ari’s.

             “B-but y-y-you-you… Bu-but how?!” she stammered incoherently. I didn’t know what was going on.

             “How what?!” I asked. I’m sure my expression was pretty close to both Ari’s and Seth’s now too. I couldn’t figure out why she was freaking out.

              “Y-you were dead! An-and now you’re not! An-an-and…” she stammered some more.

                Dead? I was dead? No… that couldn’t be right… but then again… maybe it could. “SAM!” I had screamed before I had really thought it through. All the heads in the room turned towards me and all of them held the same expression of surprise and terror as he one that was currently plastered on Ari’s face. I cringed. Not only was I the girl that could blow people’s heads of with the power of her mind as Sam had so kindly put it but now I was the girl that had risen from the dead! Great, just great.

               “Oh… um… whoops….” I muttered under my breath and shuffled as quickly as I could over to Sam all the while being hyper aware of all the eyes in the room drilling into me. I grabbed Sam’s wrist and pulled him into the hallway.

                 “I think you may have forgotten to mention a little something!” I whispered urgently even though we were in the hallway.

                  “Well I didn’t know they all thought you were dead!” he said a little too loudly.

                  “Well what did u do after I was stabbed?” I questioned still whispering.

                  He thought for a minute before replying with, “Well once you fell over I pulled the knife out and laid my hands on the wound on pure instinct. Then when you stopped bleeding and healed I carried you to that classroom so I could wait for you to wake up.”

                “So did you tell anyone else about your magic healing powers?” I asked.

                “No of course not.” He answered still not understanding where I was going with this.

                     “Ok so how in the world would they know that I didn’t die?! I would have died without your magic hands! And they knew that but they don’t know you have magic hands and had the potential to heal me! Put the pieces together!” I yelled.

                   He looked hurt at my yelling at him and I felt kind of bad but I wasn’t planning of apologizing anytime soon. I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong.

                  “Ok” he said calmly, “I’ll go tell them what happened.” Then he turned around and went back the way we came.

                   I sat down on the hallway floor and ran my hands through my hair. When I looked up I couldn’t help but notice the classroom that was directly across from the spot on the floor I was currently sitting. I sat there for a moment trying to decide whether or not I should go in there alone. But eventually curiosity got the best of me so I stood up and walked the few feet to the wooden door with the small rectangular window. I looked through the window and what I saw was a normal looking classroom. But I knew there was more to it than meets the eye.