Catch Me

Introduction

Many believe being supernatural can only exist in movies. I did too, that was before I discovered something no one could ever dream about. The only problem is trying to help people. Because like in the movies. You do gain enemies. And the hardest one to defeat is yourself.

One Year Earlier:

"Move it klutz." Some senior shoulder checked me into a locker, causing me to drop all of my things. I groaned as I learned over to pick it up, but of course, someone had to kick my books around the hall. I didn't even feel the need to yell or try to defend myself. No matter how much I tried, the words would never come out, and they would make fun of me even more. I just stood there helplessly, as they kicked everything around until the bell rung. Finally everyone made a mad dash to there classes, and I was able to pick everything up.

"Phoebe," a voice sighed, "You can't let them keep doing this." I looked up to see my best friend Candy, her real name is actually Cassandra, but she hates it, and its easier to say Candy.

"I know," I replied In a low voice, "I just didn't feel like starting anything."

"Well, there just going to get worse you know." I nodded In reply, Things have gotten pretty bad lately, and the words turned into action, I was even pushed down the stairs.

"Here," Candy handed me my geometry book and Spanish folder, "Now get to class before you get Detention, we need to work on our project tonight!" Candy turned me around and gave me a slight shove towards my class, I obeyed and rushed into the door, Eyes all aimed to me.

"Crawling around on the dirty floor weren't you?" Noah Evens smirked from the side of the class room, its official, he had been out to get me since I accidently broke his arm in the sixth grade.

"It doesn't matter, Phoebe you're late again, one more time and its Detention." Mr. Randoff shook his head from his desk. I nodded and slowly made my way to my seat, luckily it was 8th period, so I could walk home after this. I watched the clock tick and tick, but felt like it never moved, but at last, class was dismissed, and I rushed out of class as fast as I could. I ran to my locker and turned my combination, grabbed my things and I darted out of the building.

Every day for the past three years, I walk two blocks to get home, sometimes I stop at Barbra's Diner for ice cream, other times I stop by the park to feed the ducks. Its weird I know, but its comforting. Even in the rain I walk, as slow as I can, letting my problems roll right off my shoulders.

Suddenly, someone was actually grabbing my shoulder, ripping me backwards and onto the ground, I looked up to see Noah smiling. "So you live down this way too huh?" I didn't know what to do, "Ah that's nice to know. Now I can attack you after school as well!" I tried to stand up but he placed his foot on my gut and pushed me down. "No, no, none of that, just stand still, this will hurt a lot."

Before I could say anything Noah's fist collided with my face, knocking off my glasses. His foot followed and kicked my rib cage repeatedly and then began stomping on my stomach. I gasped for air, but it was pushed out again when Noah's foot met my stomach. Tears began flowing from my eyes and faint screams escaped my mouth. Looking satisfied, Noah stopped and headed for my book bag, rummaging through it.

"Well look what we have here! A Diary!" Noah pulled my journal from my front pocket and began to flip through it, "You will get this back Monday. See you then." Noah waved himself off leaving me behind. Gasping for air and struggling to call for help, I tried to pull myself up, only to fall again. For an hour I just laid there, tears rolling down my cheeks, blood coming off my lips. No one stopped to help me, not even the park officer. I began to pull myself up, and limp home.

"That's it." I mumbled, "No one cares, so I'll just disappear."

Luckily for me my mom was still at work when I got home, so I didn't have to explain anything to her. I walked sorely into the upstairs bathroom and flicked on the light. I wasn't ready to see my reflection. My left eye was slightly blackened, and lip swollen in blood. bruises covered my arms and legs, my long brown hair all matted and clothes grass stained. I guess if I was to get beaten up today was the perfect day, my mom wouldn't get home until I am in bed tonight and leaves for her Saturday morning shift at 6. Meaning I don't have to explain anything to her until 5pm Saturday night. The only person I have to talk two is Candy, and she's worse then my mother.

I splashed cold water against my face and cleaned up my blood, I then brushed my hair and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. My eye felt horrible, so I grabbed a bag of frozen peas and gently placed them against my eye. It was only 5 by the time I looked more presentable, but Candy still wont accept it. I decided to take a short nap to sleep off my minor headache, Candy will probably end up staying over anyway, meaning only one hour of sleep. I dozed of quickly on the living room couch, using the bag of peas as my pillow. At that point I didn't care about being comfortable, I just wanted to curl up and die.

I bolted up when I heard Candy pounding on the door, I opened the door trying not to seem upset or show my eye, But of course she noticed.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED!" She whined. I had no choice but to explain. I told her about Noah and the park, and my dairy, oh I almost forgot.

All of a sudden anger waves over my body, and tears of frustration filled my swollen blue eyes.

"It's been 4 years since I broke his arm on the monkey bars," I stood up straight, "and all he can do is hurt me more then I did him?" my arms began to tremble as I screamed, "I ALMOST TOOK MY LIFE BECAUSE OF HIM!"

Candy's eyes widened at my sudden yell. She's never even heard me raise my voice. "Phoebe. Stop. He is not worth taking your life for, you need to stand up for yourself! The more you keep quite the more satisfaction he gets!" I quickened my breathing again, and yelled, "THESE CUTS ARE FROM HIM, THEY HURT LESS THEN HIS WORDS! I WISH HE JUST CUT ME INSTEAD OF TAUNT ME!"

"PHOEBE!" Now Candy was showing a side of her I've never seen. "STOP! STOP IT STOP! YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND SMART! WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM WIN! JUST BY SAYING THAT YOU LET HIM WIN!" I shut up, Candy's face flushed with anger, she calmed her voice and held back tears, "You are my inspiration, and if you go, I might as well."

The rest of the night involved crying and hugging, then finally ordering takeout and watching movies. We never got to work on the project, but we knew we would get it done soon.

I just needed the weekend to go as slow as possible, before Noah gets to me on Monday.