Change Me

Chapter Three

~Shit Happens~

It's been three days since I passed out and I guess you could say I left this world for a while. School has only gotten worse, all my friends are fighting, and honestly just more stupid drama. I mean I'm in Theater for a reason, you know to get out all my dramatical features! They should join too then, because I'm quite honestly sick of the shit. Valentine's Day is this coming Friday so I have three days until I find out what my boo bear got me! Speaking of boo, here he comes. "Hey baby." He says with a smile forming on his lips. "Heyyy!" I smile and wave, trying not to jump on him. "Are you okay?" He asks a little nervously. "Yeah, haha why?" I ask trying to make this awkward bubble that appears, go away. "Your really pale.. Do you feel alright?" He asks again now seeming like he's seeing a ghost. "Yeah, why are you asking?" I ask hesitantly. "You just look like your dead..." He trails of grabbing my hand and quickly dropping it. "And you- your really cold too." He says seeming very upset. "Babe maybe I've just caught a chill, I awkwardly laugh grabbing my arm slightly. "I don't know you seem just like your smiling, do you even know how bad your creeping me out here?" He asks now hinting he wants to leave me alone for a while so he can walk away. "Babe wait." I say chills running down my back. "What?" He asks now agitated. "Can I tell you something?" I ask very nervous now. "What!? Do you have Ebola or something!?" He asks backing away. "Oh, my gosh Rick no." I say in a smart-Alec way. "Oh, good sorry!" He sighs in what appears to be relief. "What were you wanting to tell me?" He asks suddenly perky now. "Well, you see. The other night. I um. There was this weird static noise I was hearing in my head and it was deafening, about twenty minutes later I guess I passed out and woke up surrounded by two Creepypasta guys.. I don't know there names..." I say closing my eyes and hoping I didn't just ruin this for myself. "That's it Bethany. I'm done, I'm sick of all these weird ass story's and them not being true! Your probably fucking Josh behind my back aren't you!? Forget it I'm gone, peace out!" He yells and walks away I try yelling for him to stop and wait but he never turns around, and he never comes back.

*Two classes later*

I'm trying to figure out the square root of 456 without a calculator. I lost it in my bedroom and home and there are no spares so I'm stuck using what my teachers calls "my good ole' brain." I am so done I've done twelve square root problems by my self and I give. There are sixty left for crying out loud! I am not doing it. I'll go steal a calculator or something but I'm not freaking doing it in my head. Fuck that. Today has been the worst day of my life. I am so unhappy, I want to cry, I want to kill everyone, I'm practically hating everyone right now. Yeah, that's basically it. That's when I looked out the window from my math class and she that guy again. The one with the carved face! I see him and he disappears just as quick as I saw him. So now I know he's watching me. Great.