Scream [completed]

Chapter 7 (Becca)

        They finally met! Anyways, what do you think of Silas? I wanted to describe his as almost, the perfect guy... almost. People aren't always whp you think of them to be. I do hope you like this chapter though, be sure to leave a comment and vote! Once again as a reminder, I may sometimes change things in chapters to improve them. "Scream" is still sort of and edit and improve type of book but I'd love for you to share it! Thank you! xxx Mona

     I stood there like an idiot for a full two minutes after Silas left. I had completely embarrassed myself in front of the most attractive guy I’ve ever spoken to. Most boys I knew who had Silas’s features were assholes. Silas was kind and extremely attractive. He had jet black hair, which he spiked up into a quiff. It didn’t look like he’d overused gel; in fact it didn’t look like he used gel at all. It looked soft as a feather and sure as hell fluffy as one. Silas not only had great hair but a sharp jaw line, high cheekbones that could cause a girl to faint; and dark brown eyes that almost resembled black. His appearance not only made me fall head over heels for him, but his kindness too. He was kind of cocky but not enough for it to be obnoxious. Overall, he seemed like a person I’d befriend. He didn’t have a little bit of hair, and he didn’t have too much but it was just enough hair to make him look so amazing. He looked about 6 feet and 3 inches tall, seven inches taller than my 5’8 height. He wore a black t-shirt that was a perfect fit for him, showing off his perfectly toned muscles. He also wore black skinny jeans and red and black Osiris. He looked around my age but I felt like he was much older. I also felt like I’ve seen him or met him before. His eyes not only looked so unique and beautiful but they looked familiar too. His eyes make him look mysterious and I feel as if there is something hidden behind his eyes; like a dark secret that nobody should know. Woah. That is way too much thinking about one boy. He probably has no secret or anything; I just read way too many books. I shook off the weird feeling and opened the door to my car. I took a seat and looked in the mirror fixing my hair and makeup. I applied some lip gloss and started the car. I backed out of the parking lot and headed home for dinner.

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            “Mom, dad I’m home!” I yelled when I entered the house. “We’re at the table!” I heard my father yell from the kitchen. I dropped my bag on the ground and walked towards the kitchen to find a table full of food. There were beans, cheese, guacamole, beef, corn and taco shells and burrito bread. “TACOS!” I yelled excitedly. My mother laughed along with my father. “We figured we’d make your favourite dish today.” My mother stated. I sighed and sat on the chair while saying “Uh oh, what’s the news. If you’re making my favourite dish, there is bound to be bad news.” They both gave a small laugh and exchanged looks. It was now that I realized they looked different. Instead of the happiness that usually filled the room, I noticed a gloomy feeling around the room. My mother’s face was pale instead of her usual olive complexion.  Her eyes were sunken and red as if she’d been crying for ages. She looked frail even though she tried to hide it by smiling. My father looked almost as bad. His hair was out of place, a big difference from his neat brown hair. His eyes were swelling and his nose was red. I was surprised that I didn’t notice their differences earlier. Finally after a few seconds of silence, my mother spoke. “Let’s eat first, and then we can talk.” I was about to argue but decided against it. I didn’t want to ruin my taco dinner. I stood and grabbed a can of coke. I sat in my chair and started to eat. When I finished eating, I cleaned up my dishes and sat back at the table while my parents did the same. When the table was all cleaned up, my father said “As you guessed, we have bad news.” As he spoke his voice cracked and he closed his eyes and sat in his chair. He pressed his lips into a thin line then looked towards my mother. I followed his gaze to see her settle into her chair and looked at me with sad eyes. She gave a sad smile and said, “I love and trust your father” I had no clue where this conversation was going so I just sat there and listened. “And I know that he will do all he can for you to live a healthy, happy life.” She continued. I nodded slowly. “You know that I have been having problems with headaches and nausea...” She gave a nervous laugh and a single tear went down her eye. “Mom...” I spoke finally having a sense of where the conversation was going to end with. She sniffed and straightened her back. “My headaches have gotten greatly severe and so I went to the doctors to get it checked on, that was last week. When the results came back when you were at school, I found out what was wrong. Long story short I have Glioblastoma Multiforme brain cancer.” My mom is known to be a strong woman and tends to joke about things to try and make tension go away; but every strong person can only take so much. She burst into tears. Between ragged breaths, tears and coughing she said “I’m-so-sorry.” She then cried even harder. I stared at her for a moment to let everything process in my brain. When I finally understood what was happening, a tear fell from my eye and I stood up at crouched by my mother’s side. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” I hugged her tightly while she hugged me back. I let myself cry and hug her and I told her how strong and a wonderful mother she was. My father stood to come hug us as well. “You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have. I love you mom, we will get through this together.” I said through tears. “It’s not your fault and I love you no matter what.” Gathering up my strength I took a deep breath and asked her, “How long do you have..?” Without going into full detail she already knew what I meant. “Four months.” I took in a sharp breath and hugged my mother even tighter. “Mom I don’t want you to go! Please don’t leave me...” I couldn’t stop myself from shaking. Tears poured from my eyes. This time it was her turn to comfort me and tell me that she loved me. She had a sad smile on her face. Her smile was full of agony and pain. Her smile simply meant that she was going to stay strong because that’s who she is; a strong, determined mother and person.  I never wanted to let go of her. What seemed like years later, I managed to walk up the stairs to try and finish a few practice worksheets for my exams. After thirty minutes of just staring at the computer doing nothing, I gave up and got ready to sleep. I walked to the washroom like a zombie and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I was ready to get changed into my pyjamas when I heard a blood curdling scream. My blood went cold when I realized that the scream was near my house. It sounded like somebody I knew so I decided to see what it was. It was a stupid idea but I didn’t care. I knew what it felt like for someone you love to be in danger of death. Not wanting to disturb my parents, I shuffled out of my window and climbed my way down the large tree that was just an arm’s length away from where I was perched on my window sill. The cold air of the night hit me like a smack in the face. Though it was summer, nights in Canada were always on the cold side. The moon was shadowed by clouds and the night air wrapped around me like a blanket. The air felt clean and refreshing in my lungs, I closed my eyes and waited. I listened to the silence of the night and the sounds of night creatures. I reopened my eyes and remembered what I was about to do. When I landed on the ground, I ran towards where I had heard the scream. As I neared where I thought heard the scream, I was about to turn back when I saw a small lump near the curb. Slowly, I walked towards it and prayed that it wasn’t a person but garbage or anything else. When I neared, I made out that it was in fact a person. I could see their body, legs and arms. My heart beat even faster when I saw that it was a girl with blond hair. Looking around, I saw that nobody else had followed me here nor heard the scream. So, I hoped that it was just a joke. I bent down to the body to examine her closer. Their back was facing me so I slowly reached towards their arm and moved their arm so their body was facing me. This time, it was my turn to scream. I screamed so loud my throat hurt but I barely felt the pain. I was numb all over from looking at the girl. Even though I didn’t know her, I felt a large weight appear in my chest. She looked about my age and was wearing casual sweat pants and a sweater. Her neck was crooked and broken on an odd angle. It looked as if her head would detach from her body at any moment. Her face was twisted into a state of horror. She died in the middle of a scream. The pain was visible in her expression even after death. Her eyes reflected the last emotion she felt; pain and terror. Studying her face even more I noticed that there were prints of hands on her face. It looked as if the hands were burned onto her skin. I was surprised that it hadn’t been the first thing I noticed. I haven’t been noticing the most obvious things lately, like my parents face when I came home from school today. Just thinking about what had happened pains me. Looking back at the girl I saw small denting in her skull and there was blood dripping from her nose. I stood up terrified and fragile. I started backing up then, suddenly I felt dizzy. My vision wavered and I fell to the ground. My head hit the pavement and I was consumed by darkness.