Scream [completed]

Chapter 3 (Becca)

        Wow, you're reading chapter 3. Thank you so much. I'm trying harder to strengthen my beginning few chapters so I'd love you hear some of your thoughts. The more I can expand this book into a more likable place, the better! I hope you'll like it :) xxx Mona

        "Oh my god!" I knelt down on one knee and examined the hand. "Are you okay?- Stupid question. I'm going to call the ambulance." With shaking hands, I took out my phone to dial 911 and glanced back to his hand. I took a double take and stared in shock.There was nothing under the tire, no blood, no hand; nothing. I heard a foreign mumbling sound but then realized I was making the noise. "First the boy in the coffee shop, now this." I placed a hand to my head and shut my eyes momentarily. I was hallucinating things and people; how perfectly sane... I stood up slowly and returned to the driver's seat, then restarted the engine. I looked into the rear view mirror and nearly screamed. Standing behind my car was a broken down person, covered in blood. The figure had long blond hair and was female. Blood was pouring out from her ears, mouth and eyes; or at least, where her eyes should have been. In place of what I assumed were dazzling eyes, were sunken holes of skin and bone. I took a sharp intake of breath and stiffened. The girl wasn't moving, she was standing so still, it looked like she was frozen in one spot. I teared my eyes away from the casualty, forcing bile to stay down my throat. Cautiously, I looked back to the mirror and the girl was gone. An explosion of tears erupted from me, and I shakily steadied my breathing.

.          .          . (For the rest of this chapter, you may skip onto the next if you'd like. It's mainly a get to know Becca and her family chapter. There are some important factors about her family but yeah.)

"Mom I'm home!" I headed towards my mother's office room. I opened the door to find her sitting at her computer. When she looked up her eyes were jet black. "No, no, no, no!" I shrieked, almost bursting into another wave of tears. "Becca! What's wrong?" Her voice snapped me back to reality and when I repositioned my focus back to her, her eyes were back to their regular shade of green. "I..." I stuttered. "Nothing, I...er... thought I saw something." That was pretty much the truth. "Something? You screamed like you saw a devil!" I huffed, you have no idea. "It's nothing mom; really. Just, don't worry about it okay?" She shook her head but said "You that if you have anything to say, you can tell me right?" "Yeah, thanks." That's one of the things I love most about my mom, she worries about me, but knows when I need space or when I don't want to talk. I usually tell her everything, so I felt bad not speaking to her about something as serious as the hallucinations. I subsided my guilt and went up to my room while grabbing a bag of popcorn on my way. As I closed my door, I sat down at my desk and pulled out all my homework from my bag. I had a couple of hours before dinner, so I got to work.

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"Dinner!" My mom called, just as I typed the last few words to my English essay. Exams were soon and I'd studied for a the large amount of the few hours I'd spent in my room. I'd comprehended everything I'd learned, so I mainly needed to review and practice for a mark that's high in the 90s. Even so, I was tremendously nervous for the exams next week. I switched my laptop off and headed down the stairs. When I stepped foot in the kitchen, I saw my dad sitting at the table. "Dad!" I squealed excitedly. My dad, a lawyer who traveled a lot, had finally came home; unexpectedly. "I didn't know you were home!" I said as I went to hug him. As I let him out of my embrace, he smiled "I wanted to surprise my baby girl." "I missed you." Then I hugged him again. I looked at the dinner table and noticed my dad's favourite dishes. My mom's famous twelve cheese lasagna, medium rare roast beef, with a bowl of Caesar salad were placed on the table. "Mom, this looks delicious." She smiled and thanked me. I sat down with them. We talked about my dad's trip to New York and what he saw and how his case went. "Well, I won the case!" he said excitedly. "I for sure don't have any other case for at least a month." "That's great dad! One month of guaranteed family time." I said smiling. Both of my parents had great jobs. My mom owned a popular restaurant in town called Dishes Delight; but everyone in the city calls it DDs for short. I usually help my mom run the place to earn some spending money. When I graduate from high school and enter University however, I plan on following my father's footsteps on becoming a lawyer. He's a criminal lawyer but I was hoping to become a lawyer; of different sorts. It was nice to have the entire close family together for a meal. Since my father traveled a lot, it was a rare opportunity. When we finished our meal, my father started to load the dishes. "Dad, I got it. You literally just got home, go chill in your man cave or something." I laughed. "If you insist." Without another word, he smiled and went straight for the basement. My mom and I finished cleaning up and I decided to finish the night with a movie. My mother turned away from the sink, where she was standing to face my large grin. She raised a brow in suspicion; my grin grew. She sighed, "What do you want?" "Can I please, grab a glass of bourbon?" Usually, she was fine with me having alcohol, thankfully, she trusted and knew me well enough to not get drunk with it. "Fine, but you know the rules." Smiling, I poured a glass and headed up the stairs. On my way up, I heard my mom yell "Add some coke into that glass!" "I drink bourbon how God intended it- straight up!" I yelled back with a laugh. I walked into my room and turned on the TV. As I settled down into my navy blue bean bag I grabbed I bag of Cheddar Smart Food Popcorn and scrolled through my movie choices on Netflix. After awhile of searching I decided on watching Mean Girls for the millionth time. The movie had started and I stared into the flat screen TV that hanged on the wall in my room. The sound of Regina George's voice traveled throughout my room and I laughed as I recited the words to the script of the movie and watched with excitement.