Darcy 8

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This chapter is dedicated to my life long friend, Rosie. Go follow her on watt pad, at snappyrambo. ;-)

We drive to my house, silently. I turn up the radio, and the news is on, being the last channel I listened to.
"You listen to the news?" Asks Sam surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"I just can't imagine you listening to the news." There is still a little bit of a surprised tone in her voice.
"Then don't." That may have sounded rude, but I'm tired. And all I want now is to go home and sleep.
"Sorry, it's just that you seem sporty, not a teen that would listen to what's going on in the world."
"Everyone is different. Why is it such an impact on you that I listen to the news!?" I'm getting impatient.
"I just..." I think she knows what's best at the moment. "Sorry." It's to keep her mouth shut.
I sigh. "Why is it that I'm bothering you?" She asks, a little upset.
I look at her. "It's not you, I'm just tired. Jace made me come."
"Alice made me as well."
We sit in silence for a few minutes while listening to the news.
"Did you see that!?" Says Sam. Quite breath taken.
"No."
"Pull over!" She whines.
"No."
"I said pull over!" Sam turns to face me, but it isn't Sam. Doesn't look like her, doesn't sound like her. Instead of her grey, light blue eyes, they are replaced by fully white eyes. Grey, wrinkly skin, and scars everywhere. Gross.
I yell. And pull up as fast as I can. I jump out, and run. I run for my life. When I'm 50 metres or so away I hear a faint cry.
"Darcy."
It was Sam. The real Sam.
I stop, and unwillingly turn and head back. She lays on the ground, coughing.
In that short period of time she had gathered sweat, all over her. Hair wild.
She was scared herself.
"Darcy," I'm less than ten feet away from her now. "I'm scared. I don't know what that was." She whispers so softly. I can barley hear her.
I come closer still, until she is right in front of me. I crouch down beside her.
"What happened then?" I ask sternly.
"I don't even know." She looks up, crying.
I look at our reflection in the puddle in front of us. A glowing blue spare shaped object, appears in the background.

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