Disorientation

Chapter Fourteen

It was freezing. The pavement had been slippery forever, everyone was falling over. As funny as it was, it was still dangerous. We don't need others damaging themselves and getting amnesia. I left the school gates with Juan and walked slowly to avoid embarrassment. It was the last day of school and everyone was overjoyed. The cold air bombarded my cheek harshly, I should have brought the scarf mum was telling me about. I kept my head down and strolled as Juan pinged on his Blackberry.

"Where you going now?" He asked, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Just home," I answered, "what about you?"

"Might go check Armani, see what she's up to," I know that she's up to no good, since she was somewhere with Kyle.

"I think she's at her aunty's," I said warily. I hate having to come up with excuses for her, just so Juan doesn't get hurt. She should tell him that she's moved onto Kyle, instead of doing this behind poor Juan's back. I sighed.

"Then I'm going home, it's bare cold. Still ain't gone christmas shopping."

"Okay." I felt his eyes on me, gazing at me suspiciously. I didn't need to look to tell when someone was watching, I've learnt from Grey Eyes, he always used to watch me.

"You alright?" I nodded and stuffed my hands into my pockets. Despite the gloves, my hands were practically frozen. It's been a few days and my broken nose had healed, plus other bruises. I haven't been myself lately, people have been telling me but I already knew. I just weren't bothered anymore. Grey Eye's was still missing, I have no reason to be cheerful. The worst part is Shankz knows where he is, but he refuses to tell me.

"It's better you didn't know."

That's all he says. Like what is that supposed to mean? I just wanted him back, I wanted him to be safe. But no, he's probably in a warehouse getting tortured and beaten to death, all because of me. I cause the most problems, which is why I hate myself.

"You wanna talk about it?" Juan asked quietly. I sighed.

"I'm fine," he was silent for a few minutes. We eventually approached my house. I walked through my gate and closed it behind me, ready to open my door, but he lightly pulled me back.

"He'll be back, you know that init?" He said gently, referring to Grey Eye's. I gave a weak smile. I appreciated Juan trying to lighten up and give me hope, but all hope was out the window.

"Bye Juan," he nodded and I went inside. I shut the door behind me and felt a dead vibe to the house.

"Hello?" I called out.

Silence.

I shrugged and kicked off my boots, then noticed a letter laying on the ground. It wasn't even official. It seemed as if someone had posted it through the letterbox, it was merely just a folded up piece of paper. I picked it up, it had my name on it. I raised an eyebrow and unfolded it slowly.

SATURDAY

That was it. I checked the other side just in case there was more to it, but there wasn't.

Saturday, I didn't understand.

What could that mean?

Who was this from?

I bit my lip and folded it back up, before putting it in my pocket and heading upstairs. I walked past Riana's room and heard voices, I froze. The door was slightly ajar. I looked inside to see her and her new 'friend', Nathan, sat on her bed talking. He was Kayden's work friend. He seemed cool I guess, I just don't really talk to him. He's been round a few times, whenever mum wasn't here which I found quite odd. I decided to leave them to it and went into my room. I changed out of my school clothes and put everything away. It was quite a relief knowing I wouldn't have to face school for at least a couple of weeks. Now I can just sit back and worry about other things. I sighed and could hear Riana giggling from here. I closed my door and felt alone. I've always felt alone, but this was just the worst. I felt my phone vibrate and checked the text.

Round mine for 4:30
-S

Shankz. I rolled my eyes and turned my phone off. I hated the fact he gave me any information, except the one I desperately needed. I closed my eyes and imagined Grey Eyes next to me, I could almost smell the sweet scent he always carried. I could almost here his deep, raspy voice. And I could almost feel his soft lips on mine. I opened my eyes to see nothing. Just me using my dumb imagination again. I stroked the scar on my wrist and had the strongest urge to get hold of my blade, but for the sake of my health I didn't, I just remained seated.