The Story Teller

Chapter II

Right after class, Erica raced down the hall only to find that Sara wasn't there. Humph. She's suppose to be here. She's not like this. She waited for Sara to show up but gave up. She immediately went to her locker and started mumbling. She knew it was pretty serious, because Sara wouldn't just pass her best friend like that. She thought of what happened to them this morning, and found nothing unusual. Why in the world would she look like that?! Erica thought frustratedly. She seemed pretty typical to me. And I'm her best friend.

 Sara, trying to calm herself down, walked slower and slower to her locker. How in the world did that book get in my bag? She shooked her head. It's impossible. I know my copy of the book isn't that. How did it end up in my bag! And where is my copy of the book. She stopped and checked her bag if her copy of her book is there. Nothing. Ok, calm down Sara. It was just a dream. That happened to be in reality.

"Well?!" Erica asked.

"Huh?" her best friend replied shocked.

"What happened in class?" Erica began to explain but only got a blank look. "You just passed me like you were in shock."

"Oh, that. What about it?" Sara replied with some hint of coming back to reality.

"Explaination?"

"Oh! Ok, you remember the book I was reading this morning?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, look at it!" She said pulling out the book she had in her dream.

"Where did you get that? And where is YOUR copy?"

"I honestly don't know." Sara said. Erica, not believing her, shot her look to explain in detail. "I fell asleep in class and I dreamt of this book and when I woke up it was there in my bag."

"You. Need to see the nurse."

"No, I don't. I'm perfectly fine."

"Suit yourself." Erica walked off, leaving Sara to think about her dream again. Putting her book in the locker, she thought of the reflection. It was an old guy, a really old guy. He had a round face and little eyes. He was pale as snow and was wearing a robe probably from the medieval times.

I see flashbacks all the time I dream. I see how people were burned to ashes because of stupid people. I see how my mom get stabbed, while giving birth. I see how my younger brother grew up in someone's home. I see how my dad drunk ale all freaking night. I see how everybody's laughter is my misery. I see how my lover drove off with my kid and only getting to meet her once! I see how those people took away my liberty! I see how my journey is still going on and on and on and I want it to stop. I want to stop. But I can't until I finish writting this stupid story!! What good is it anyways?! It's just a story about an old guy spending his last days writing about what he remembered! I'm not even a famous author. Why did they even chose me! Why?! Why?! Why!! This is pointless! Hehe pointless, I say? Hehe, if I'm not mistaken they come and give me food and drink and torture me when I don't get anything done! Why don't they do this! Writing is hard! I hate writing, yet I still write because I'm bored and stupid for doing it.

OH!! KILL ME!! PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS HELL!! I wrote you a book once!! Isn't it enough? It had a happy ending and it was pretty interesting!!! OH! PLEASE? I BEG YOU, KILL. ME.

Sara began reading it again at lunch. She was beginning to see a little connection between the book and herself. She lost her mother when she was young and because of this, her dad doesn't do anything. He goes to work, eats, go home late at night. and don't spend any time with her. She did most of the work. She takes care of her 16 month brother. She spends her time mostly with Erica and her grandparents.

"Grandpa, I'm home!" Sara yelled.

"Oh, grandma made cookies." She went over to the kitchen and ate some cookies. It was delicious, but she wasn't that hungry. She grabbed a bottle of soda and pop it open. She went to her room and called Erica.

"Erica!" Sara said over the phone.

"What?! You don't have to yell in my ears!"

"Sorry, grandpa probably oordered something. He puts his volume really loud so that he could hear himself. Ya'knwo?"

"Yeah. Totally got cha."

"Where were you?"

"I got picked up early today cause of doctor's member?"

"No. I don't. As a matter of fact, I don't remember a thing after my dream."

"That's something new. What dream?"

"The dream that I had during Ms. Walkers? Didn't I tell you?"

"OH! Well, I got to go. Eating time. Dessert's cupcakes! Bye!" Erica hanged up before Sara could even interupt her. She was having flashes of something and someone throughout the day. Not to mention, she was hearing voices, whispers about an unwritten book. She was too creeped out that she didn't want to go to school after her doctor's. Ugh! I'm having that flashes again! And that voice! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! "Haha. foolish girl. YOU shouldn't be the one eavesdropping on conversations." Erica gasped. "That's right, child. Move along now. Get on with your life." Erica tried to tell the voice -- that sounded like a witch, high pitched and cracky -- that she shouldn't be going to someone's mind. Creeped out, she grabbed the phone.

"Sara. Pick up the damn phone!" She looked at the clock and remembered that Sara's busy eating.

"If Sara doesn't pick the phone up, then I'll just leave her a text." CALL ME once your done, of course. Send. Her phone vibrated and she read the text message:

This isn't Sara. Erica, being a cluts when she's scared, dropped her phone and began replying to it with shaky hands.

Then who is this? Shakily tapped the Send button. A minute or two went by and her phone began to vibrate. She opened the text with shaky hands. Erica, Sara's just playing with you, Ok? OK. She thought and she opened the text.

It's the voice in your head. Who the fuck is this person?! And how the hell did he/she knew about it. I didn't even said it to anyone, yet alone my own best friend!