About five minutes later Dylann comes down the stairs with a blue, plain shirt on with blue skinny jeans and oil black, knee high boots. She has her black backpack slung over her shoulder and her long blonde hair is in a loose braid. Instead of heading towards the dinning room where I am sitting, she heads for the door. I quickly jump up from the chair I’m sitting in and rush in front of her, which surprises her and she suddenly has her sword out, and the tip to the center of my chest.
“What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing.” Dylann asks angrily.
“Don’t go please. I have no one. The last time someone walked out this door they never came back.” I say in a rush and slowly a door I locked a long time ago starts to creak open.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing nit-wit. I’m not going to come back because I’m looking for something.” She takes the sword away from my chest, putting it in its sheath, that she tied around her waist.
“What are you looking for? Please let me come with you. Or you stay here. Please.”
“No,” she says simply. Then Dylann pushes me out of the way and walks through the door and closes it behind her. The silence echoes in the house for a little bit. I suddenly, without thinking, grab the doorknob, twist, and open the door. I stand there for a few seconds then I start moving. Out the door and following Dylann.
I follow her for about two minutes when she abruptly stops which halts me. She swiftly unsheathed her sword and catching me unaware, she rams it a few inches into my right thigh and yanks it back with a shocked look on her face. At first I don’t feel it and just stare in shock but then it starts to burn, and I drop like a sack of bricks. I push my hands against the wound to stop the bleeding as tears stream down my face.
Dylann grabs my chin yanking my face towards hers and snarls, “Don’t look at it you fool.” She then drops her bag, unzips it, and takes out a rag. Maybe it’s one of her shirts. I can’t tell through the searing hot pain.
“Look at my face or the sky. Anything but the stab wound.” So I look up at the sky and feel her tying the cloth like a tourniquet, around the wound of burning flames. Then the light slips from my mind like sand through fingers.
I drift in and out of sleep a few time. Soon I fully wake up, opening my eyes all the way, and find myself in my room, which is all blue. At first I think it was all a dream and that my parents are downstairs at the table working on papers. Suddenly realization comes rushing back to my head and I gasp. At the sound I make there’s a shift to my right side, so I turn my head towards the noise, but am cut off by the pain in my leg. I shut my eyes as tight as I can and clench my fists and jaw.
“Don’t move. It’ll just make it worse than it already is.” Dylann says, closer than where she shifted in my blue chair across the room.
“Why?” I ground out still keeping my eyes closed.
“Why is it already pretty bad or, why did I stab you?” She says with an emotionless chuckle.
“Both.” I open my eyes, still making fists, and stare at the ceiling waiting for the black dots to clear from my vision.
“Well your pain is already very bad because you lost a lot of blood. I stabbed you in the first place because I thought you were one of those… monsters.” She puts her head beside mine, looking at me.
“Oh. Maybe next time I’ll say,’ hi Dylann it’s me, so don’t stab me it’s only me behind you not some’… Did you just call the zombies, monsters?”
“Well that’s what me and…” She abruptly stops talking and stands up, wiping her hands on her tights.
“What’s wrong? Wait you were with someone? What happened?”
Chapter 2 part 1(Mason)
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