➳ CHAPTER NINE ➳
HOWLING ISN'T FOR SHOW
⠀⠀⠀I woke up and I was as groggy as sh*t.
⠀⠀⠀My head was killing me, and I was suffering greatly from vertigo. I look down and my hair is floating up and standing on end. Suddenly, perspective kicks in and it reveals that I am upside down. I open my mouth to say something to Mr. Clarke and then I remmeber and break down.
⠀⠀⠀Oh my god... Oh my god... Oh my god...
⠀⠀⠀I could only think about what happene in slow motion. The sound of the impact of skull on glass echoed through my head and I choked back a sob. Tears streaked my bruised cheek, but I don't even care that I ended up slamming my face into he window beside me.
⠀⠀⠀All I could think about was what he said. How he... he... Loved me...
⠀⠀⠀"Abby?" Mr. Clarke's voice called out my name, it was very very croaky and I bite back a sob when I see all the blood. I gasped when I had caught a glimpse of it, covering my mouth I fought back the shudder that racked my body.
⠀⠀⠀"Oh my god..." Was all I could say as I crawled and reached forward to touch him.
⠀⠀⠀"No, stay down!" He hissed at me. His face was so torn up. His forehead was crusted with the blood that was caking around the gash that sat deep in his flesh. I felt so so sick and Mr. Clarke saw that and tried to be helpful by being funny and sarcastic, "Maybe you should look the other way... I'm already bleeding I don't think I want to add vomit duty to my list of problems right now..."
⠀⠀⠀I nodded and looked away while he moved. The sound of his soft grunting made me glance back at him. He fell and I screamed and started crying when I heard his neck crack. He gargled and I covered my face. All my strength for not crying had disappeared in all but a second.
⠀⠀⠀I curled up into a ball and rocked myself. "I'm sorry..." my mouth probably looked so ugly at that moment because I was struggling to form my words right. I sniffled and nearly screamed again when I felt a hand on my shoulder. A hand stopped my hand from looking.
⠀⠀⠀"It's okay... it's me..." Mr. Clarke assured. "Just don't look for a bit, okay...?" He whispered and I nodded. There was some ruffling sounds and then a rip like tape.
⠀⠀⠀"Mr. Clarke?" I called out to him.
⠀⠀⠀"Just focus on breathing, okay?" I wanted to argue, but I couldn't find my voice, "Breathe Abby. I want you to be as calm as possible when we do the next step."
⠀⠀⠀"The next step...?" When he wouldn't answer, and I didn't want to look back until he said I could, I closed my yes and tried to slow my heart rate.
⠀⠀⠀"Okay. You can look now." When I turned around, the first thing I searched for was his blue eyes. They were so tired, but lively with silver specks. I blink because of how close they were. Mr. Clarke didn't move. He seemed like a statue. And although he was stained in blood, and his black hair was slicked back because of the blood, he was stunning in his own way.
⠀⠀⠀"Abby..." He said slowly and quietly, "We need of get out of here." I nodded, "And we need to move fast." I nod again and my head pounds in my skull. I groan and Mr. Clarke holds face, "You need to be brave, okay?"
⠀⠀⠀When he pulls me out of the car, I really see how dark and scary everything is. I can see the road, but only by the light of the ful moon. The car is totaled, and the lights licker, the ghostly tendrils of light reach into the darkness and disappeared. It was like the forest ate anything that gave light.
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