I watched the two men as they made their way out to their car. 1967 impala?
Nice.
My fingers ran themselves along the perimeter of the card agent Ross had handed me as I let out a sigh. I leaned back and my chair and ran my fingers through my hair.
Well this was just great.
Just. Great.
By this time tomorrow everyone in school would know about this and I would be the center of attention. Most people wanted to go to school, get noticed a bit, get noticed more than usual. But because my life was already like that with the book supernatural, I liked blending in more than standing out.
Yes, I wanted to be noticed and not just another kid in a sea of teens, but I liked where I was on any normal day.
But whatever just happened... That was going to bring more questions that I didn't have answers for. And I honestly had no idea at all what had even happened. There wasn't even a reasonable explanation.
My gaze went to agent Ross and Marks as they chatted on their way across the street to their car. Marks gave Ross an aggravated look as they continued. Marks got in the drives seat as Ross got shotgun. I looked through their window, watching them argue.
I shook my head as I looked at the sky. It had been a long day. The sun was lower to the ground so it was about 4 o'clock. I had gotten back around 2ish and I was only home for about 20 minutes before everything went wrong. It took about a minute of what ever happened to Susan to ruin my life forever. I just knew everyone at school would ask questions and demand for answers and I couldn't get by with lying or not answering.
I sucked in air and held my breath as I debated whether or not I should finally head inside. I loudly blew it out and leaned my head back. Better now then never. I started to push myself up when the front door burst open.
"No no no, you don't understand," the women yelled from inside, her voice full of hysterics, "it wasn't me! Please! Ask my daughter! I didn't do anything.!" My heart stopped as I stood up as fast as I could, knocking my chair over with a clatter as my heart pounded in my chest.
No. No. No. No. No. No.
This. Wasn't. Happening.
I watched in silent horror as my mom came out in hysterics. Tears poured down her face as she continued to plea to cops holding her hand-cuffed arms.
"No." I said, taking a step forward as fear etched into my face. The women cop talking to my mom earlier looked at me as something washed over her face I couldn't recognize. I took deep breathes that wouldn't make it into my lungs.
"Wha-what are you doing with her?" I asked my voice shaking as I went to take another step. When the women came up and held my shoulders and tried to look into my eyes. But my eyes were focused on my hysterical mother, being pushed into the cop car. My fathers car pulled up and he hoped out. His eyes widened as he took it all in.
I tried to shove her off as best I could but she put her arms up trying to hold me back. I started yelling to anyone. Anyone that could possibly help. Tears had poured down my face as I struggled to make my way past her.
She slammed me backwards so hard I almost lost my balance. Shock flooded on to my face as I stated at her. All the officers were working on holding my father from my mother as they struggled to drag her back into the car.
I narrowed my eyes at her in confusion and stood up straighter trying to make my self look taller. But she was a good six feet tall while I was only 5"4'. She smirked before opening her mouth to speak, "well, well, well," she said with a mocking voice, "this is all so..." she paused looking up with a smile, "upsetting." she chose her last word like it was going to break me down but all I did was clench my fist. Holding the anger boiling inside of me.
Then she blinked.
My eyes widened. Instead of her brown eyes, they were now placed with complete and utter darkness.
No.
A smirk placed itself back on her face as I stared. She blinked again having her eyes go back to normal.
"I can help but feel this is somehow my fault." she asked. He voiced dripped with a sarcastic and mocking like innocence.
She was referring to her killing Susan. To her getting my mother arrested. Probably ruining my parents and I's lives for what could be forever. And I hated her for it. Ever single drop of anger I had ever felt in my life that I had held in was sparking within me. Telling me to break her neck in the next two second.
Without thinking, rage took over my body, allowing my right fist to connect with her nose allowing a loud crack to be heard. I took deep breaths as it started to bleed. She touched it, almost as if she was unfazed by my actions.
"Ouch. But your going to need to do better than that." She said as blood gushed down her lower face. I saw as a few officers saw what happened as they started to briskly walk over. She smirked at me and quickly raised her eyebrows before opening her mouth slightly. Black stuff lightly poured out of it seeping back into the floor boards. I took a step back. As she had a blank expression on her face. Before snapping out of it and realizing her bleeding nose.
The rest of the night went by in a quick blur. After taking my mom away, my dad and I went our separate ways into our rooms.
After hours of waiting for sleep to take over it didn't. After giving up I made my way downstairs into my kitchen as I leaned up against the island. They cleaned the crime scene up right before they left like it wasn't important. If they thoroughly went the all of the evidence they would see that my mom wasn't guilty. That there isn't anything that even points to her killing Susan.
I sighed before walking to the medicine cabinet and pulling open the doors. Pursing my lips I dug through the bottles before finding sleeping pills and taking the appropriate amount.
I stared up at the ceiling pulling the covers tighter around me and sighing. Sleep took over my mind as I started to dream.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." The blond haired women said to the man, she gave him a concerned look as he stared at me. He pursed his lips and didn't answer.
"What are we going to do? She isn't human or an angel or a ghost." She looked at me this time. I narrowed my eyes at her and looked down. I was really there, they were talking about me.
"She can't be alive." he said not taking his eyes away from me. The women widened her eyes and horror and stood up and stood close to him. I looked around the room. It was a grand fancy living room that I had never seen in my life. With its tall ceilings, white marbled floors, and nice furniture, it looked like a house out of a magazine.
"Listen to me," she said staring into his eyes. He ignored her gaze and kept his eyes fixed on me. "You will not lay a hand on her." she said disgust flowing through her voice. He blinked at looked down at her, his face expressionless.
"You do remember who your talking to?" He asked her cocking his head to the side. She didn't look away and leaned closer to his face.
"I know exactly who you are." she said standing up to him. He sighed and looked over at me. There was a a new look in his eyes, one that I couldn't quite place.
"Fine..." he started, " she'll have no records and you'll never see her again but she'll be alive." He walked towards me and I went to take a step back. I couldn't move. I stood there staring back at him.
He took a deep breath before lightly grabbing my right wrist. I opened my mouth to protest before watching as my tattoo etched itself on my wrist.
He raised his hand before taking two fingers and touching my forehead.
I jolted awake as I struggled to even breath. Throwing the covers off my body, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to get my breath back. My dream felt so...real.
I made my way over to the window to open it for fresh air. I unlocked it before pushing it open and leaning outside. Taking a deep breath I stared up at the stars. I looked down into the yard and my eyes widened in shock.
Standing there was the mailman.
