Prophecy Says

Assumptions

 
   The next two days to go by were neither unpleasant or enjoyable. School droned on, my classes were starting to become a muddy mess in my head. I recalled writing a trig formula down as an answer for an American History question. My mind was other places as of late.

   I dreaded them; all of my classes. I was required to do make-up work considering my late arrival. On top of the work required for now and homework. The idea of all that on my plate alone seemed impossible. But I was doing it to some surprise.

   I've come to the conclusion that starting my senior year in the middle of September was an out-and-out drag.

   But now I was looking thoughtfully out of my bedroom window, looking into the dense forest beyond the backyard.

   The woods didn't scare me - at least not from a safe distance. Like the distance we have now. I could see myself, traipsing closer to the edge of the woods. Little sweat beads dotting my forehead. My heart picked up it's beat at the thought.

   I sighed, something wasn't right about those woods.

   Ironically, the way I felt about the woods was similar to how I felt about Adam. When I was alone - like now - I could think clearly. I could remember how macabre and sometimes grisly he acted. Like when I asked him about the last name thing, all he had to say was that he was 'intuitive.' Where he proceeded to glare at me. Not to mention, when he stared at my neck I was somewhat uncomfortable.

He was a bit dangerous. That I began to understand for sure.

Albeit when we were together - just us two - it was terribly hard to remember why I felt the need for distance.

I remembered the spot on my forehead where he left that delicate little peck. I rubbed the spot softly and sighed.

The woods got perpetually darker, mirroring my mood exactly. I pulled my knees up to my chin, I was weary after a long day at school.

I lied to myself; I was only going to rest my eyes.

But eventually I drifted, into a dreamless sleep.

  A soft tapping noise stirred me from my peaceful slumber. My eyes fluttered - unwillingly - open. Both the chair and my uncomfortable bones creaked as I stretched.

  I opened the door halfway, by instinct. Always extra careful and on guard. Though my subconscious mind knew it was only Ms. Addams.

  I could take her, don't be afraid. I thought to myself. And then shivered.
"Hi dear, you were so quiet I wanted to check on you."

"I snoozed a little. School wore me out, I needed a mental escape." She frowned at that.

"Come downstairs you need some protein." She urged.

  I obliged, taking the staircase behind her. The blue kitchen welcomed me with smells of garlic, chicken, and bread smells.

  "Darn, I was going to cook for us tonight. That's not like me at all, I'm typically good at remembering things." I scratched at my forehead, a little put-off with myself. I should do better.

"With all of these new.. adjustments - I truly don't mind doing something as simple as my job to care for you." She retorted.

I swallowed a snort, take care of me? This woman was decaying by the hour.

And Older than the dirt I'm walking on. I thought to myself, and smiled.

"If you insist."

"Well I do in fact insist - sit." She said, and I obliged again.

  For a while we ate the chicken pot pie in a comfortable silence. The only sounds were of us chewing. My eyes wandered her tiny dining area. I examined a little shelf in the far corner of the den. It was adorned with a miniature wooden house, a tiny book, and some pretty rocks. Symbols carved in the wood of the shelf decorated and added a certain.. flair.