Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 4- Lunch Time!!!

~SHANE'S POV~

~LUNCH TIME~

Where is Joey? He has about thirty more seconds before one of the administrators guard the door. He's screwed at that point.

"Oh so I'm late. I went right instead if left and almost ended up in the girls' locker room." Joey says, running towards me and sitting down next to me. He leans back against the tree trunk and drop his backpack beside him.

"It's fine. We're just lucky we didn't get caught sneaking out here or we would be f*cked up bug time. Okay enough chitchat. We need to talk about what happened in that bathroom earlier."

"I killed a girl and you brought her back to life. Simple as that."

Okay this dude might be cute but he's freaking crazy.

"Joey, murdering someone and resurrecting them is not simple!"

"It is to me to me. Shane, I've been killing people since I was a child. I killed my first animal when I was three. I found a stray cat hanging out on my porch and it was so cute, I wanted to pet. So that's exactly what I did. I petted the kitty, ran my hands up and down his soft fur and he was just the cutest little thing ever. All of a sudden, he dropped dead. Just like that. It wasn't a slow and painful death. He didn't even make a sound. He died almost instantly. I didn't cry though. Even before I killed that cat, I something in the back of my mind told me to not get emotionally attached.

Every kill I've ever made has been an accident. I might have a dark soul but I can't speak the same for my heart. Once a month every month, I have to murder someone. I don't know why but I just have to. I get like this strange feeling in my chest and a little voice in the back of my head telling me it's time. I black out and when I come back, I find myself lying next to a dead body with a murder weapon in my hand. I never really remember how I killed the victim since I black out and my body just seizes control. The only way I actually remember killing the victim is when I write in my journal. I'll just close my eyes and let my hand write whatever and when I open my eye, boom. Murder scene right there on paper."

"Wow. That's a lot." I state, not knowing what else to say about Joey's confession. That is a lot to take in and I'm not even sure if I can process all of that.

"So how does your life go with your extra abilities?" he asks me, running his hands through his long dark brown hair. He dyed the ends red. I like that.

"Well I first found out I could resurrect people around the same age. When I was three, my hamster died. I don't remember how it died but I sure do remember how I brought it back to life. I took him out of his cage and held him tight in my hands with tears running down my face. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen and cried to my mom that he was dead but when I open my hand to show him to her, he crawled out of my hand and jumped onto the counter. He was perfectly healthy. I was so confused but later on when I resurrected a butterfly and then a cat and then I finally resurrected an actual person.

It happened when I was walking down the street about five years ago to go to school. There's this dark alley that I pass every day on my way to my bus stop and some homeless people use that as a rest stop. I was on my way to my bus stop when I saw one homeless man passed out in that alley. I thought he was just sleep like most of them that hang out there but I couldn't detect the rise and fall of his chest. He wasn't breathing.

I ran up to him and placed my hands over his heart and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the man was staring at me with so much amazement and joy in his eyes. He said 'thank you, guardian angel.' He died from suffocation because he had asthma so I gave him my inhaler out of my backpack. My asthma wasn't really severe and I had a spare inhaler in my desk at school anyway. I don't have asthma anymore but I still carry an inhaler around just in case. My life hasn't really been as hard as yours."

Well that's not true. I have a really abusive and alcoholic dad who beats the hell out of my family and me but I can't tell him about that yet. I jus met him today and I've finally found someone like me; I don't want to scare him off.

"Oh come on. Something unusual has to you right?" he asks.

"Well I have been having this weird dream for the past few nights. I'm in a park and in the middle of the park is this huge pond. There's someone inside the pond drowning and I try my best to save him but right when I grab his hand and pull him out of the water to see his face, I wake up."

"What? Really?" he asks very surprised. "I've been having the same dream but I'm the one drowning and every time my hero grabs my hand and pulls me out of the water, I wake up before I can see his face."

"Really? Well I guess you're the one drowning and I'm the one saving you. Oh my god. What does this mean?" before Joey can even open his mouth to speak; the bell rings, signaling the end of the first lunch shift. We didn't even eat lunch because we were so caught up in this...weirdness.

"Okay we really need to figure out what's going on. Why don't you spend the night at my house tonight?"

"Um...sure."

I know my dad is going to kill me tomorrow for not going home tonight but I really need answers and I think it's with a few punches to the gut.

And a few kicks to the stomach

And a few slams into the wall

...And a few slaps to the face.

Okay maybe its not, but it's too late; I've already said yes to Joey.

"What's your next class?" I ask him.

"Geometry with Mr. Schirmer." He says, looking at his schedule.

"We're in the same class! We should get there before the bell rings. It's pretty far away."

"Shall we go? We freaking shall!" He picks up his back and walk towards the door that lets us back in the building but he stops in his tracks to turn around and look at me. "I know this is kind of weird but could we hold hands? I hold hands with everyone; it's just a natural habit of mine. I usually ask new friends before I actually do because some people think it's weird. Would you mind?" he asks, holding out his hand.

"Not at all." I grab his hand and hold it tight, feeling that same electric energy surge through me. The sensation is weird but I like. I feel more and more powerful with each volt that surges through me.

Maybe this second semester won't be so bad after all.