The Misfit.
The Popular.
The Prep.
The Jock.
The Good Girl.
5 stereotypical high school students find themselves trapped in a mansion with no memory of how or when they got there. As the girls try to escape, paranormal activity starts to occur...
The rain beats against the window. Rhythmically. Rain alone can truly soothe a girls soul. Whiskers the cat curled up against my feet as I read my novel. Colors bounced in my head, they mixed and threaded themselves together to make the perfect picture. Although I'll never see what the author had envisioned originally I can make my own mental images.
Today has not been a very good day. I woke up this morning with a pounding headache. Assuming it's period related is always a first thought. Alas no period. Only a killer migraine. School was rough but thank god it's Friday.
It got to the point where in the middle of lunch my boyfriend Tom had to give me pain meds. I begged for him to just let me go to the nurse but Tom insisted on giving me pain killers from his bag. You aren't even supposed to bring your own meds to school. I'd never seen this type of pain med before but according to Tom they are the best.
I don't like Tom. I know that is rude to say considering he is my boyfriend, I just never felt anything for him. Friendship maybe. Not romance. Tom is a family friend and my parents were so keen on the idea of me and Tom getting together. Tom confessed his feelings for me in Freshman year and we have been dating ever since. I know it's awful to use him like this. But my parents were so happy when I told them, they didn't even ask if I liked him back.
Sometimes there just isn't a good answer. No matter how you try to rationalize the outcome, it doesn't make sense. And instead of an answer you are simply left with a question. Why?
It's not even 7:00 at night and I am about to fall asleep. Why?
I yawn. Even Whiskers is surprised. He circles around my feet and purrs as he lays down. Just like that he is asleep. I sat watching the world go by, but something caught my glance. It wasn't so much it's color or shape. But by the way it was moving. I squinted to see if I could get a better understanding of where it was going. But it didn't help. As I continued to stare into the distance uneasiness shot up inside of me.
Should I get up and run?
If only I could make out what it was.
Slowly shutting my eyes I drift off, peacefully. And Unexpectedly.
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My eyes shoot open. I wake in a cold sweat. My body aches as I try to get up. The wind howls and bangs on the walls. Walls which I do not recognize.
Where am I?
I start to stand, my legs shaking. I hear breathing from the other side of the room. Light crept in from the broken floorboards, only enough to try and find a way around. The room looked like a kitchen. An island sat in the middle of the room. An old stove sat next to broken cabinets.
Thank god I got my tetanus shot.
The floor cracked beneath me. The breathing increased to an almost hyperventilating tone. I follow the sound behind the island.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I ask creeping to look behind the island. The breathing turns to sniffles, they seem to be crying. I tip toe enough to see a girl curled up in a ball crying into her knees. "Are you okay?" I ask
"I don't know where I am." The girl whispers. Her curly hair falls to her side as she looks up at me. I almost immediately recognize her. Emma Jacobson. Waterville high's good girl.
"You're Emma. Right? We have English and Biology together." I say in the most comforting voice I can muster.
"Y-yes."
"I'm Arya. How did we get here?" I probably shouldn't have gone straight to that. Emma didn't seem in the best condition. She seemed one step away from a total mental breakdown.
"I don't know. I just woke up here. Last thing I remember was riding my bike back from the library." She said opening up more. Her brown curly hair despite the dust and dirt surrounding it seemed perfectly neat. Her brown eyes glistened with tears. She began to cry again. Without reason I slide my arms around her in comfort. "Tell me something good." She sniffled. I've never been good with emotions. My cousin used to cry a lot as a baby and I never knew how to help him. But for some reason I felt like I knew exactly how Emma was feeling. We are both trapped in the kitchen with no idea how we got here. But at least we have each other.
"Well...I recently discovered you can make fudge out of chocolate chips." I say, stroking her hair.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just add sweetened condensed milk, vanilla extract in a pot. I tried it with semi sweet, dark chocolate. Even butterscotch."
"I love butterscotch." She says smiling. Cuddling into me.
"The butterscotch tasted pretty good with marshmallows."
I felt safe. I was in this abandoned house but I felt safe. As I held on tightly to Emma her breathing slowed.
