Featherless.

Chapter 1

~ENJOY~

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As far as I can remember, I've always been consumed by the fear of being alone in the dark. Yup, it is lame I know.

To be honest, I'm not scared of the darkness, I'm scared of what's in it.

And that was exactly what haunted my inner self as I was strolling my way back to my house. It was pitch black, a black so deep I felt swallowed into the great nothingness. The night had tossed its dark coat upon the sky, and the only thing that served as a flashlight was my phone, and needless to say, the luster gleaming from the screen could only illuminate a few feet before me, I was still grateful for that tiny source of light though.

But honestly, no matter how much I loathed darkness, a part of me still loved that mysterious emptiness, for it has no mass but can fill a chamber, for it is silent and profound, its an absence and an expression, for darkness cannot be dropped yet it can fall, for darkness is what darkness is, something that is nothing, a nothing that exists, darkness is a mystery that will forever go unsolved.

My cogitations were swiftly disturbed by a blare that made my whole body shift upside down, a sound of footsteps erupted behind me, causing my fathomless fear to trigger.

Oh gosh, do I really have to be the first one to die in a horror movie? Ugh.

I could feel my inside about to collapse, and shivers were running down my spine. I tried to focus on the tread behind me only to realize in shock that the bastard was starting a sprint. and that's when I lost it, I felt cold but hot at the same time and took off as fast as I could. Each time my feet would collide with the pavement a sharp pain would bolt through my legs but I did my best to ignore it...

My breath came out rugged and I could barely maintain the rhythm and that's when I felt strong arms locking their grip on me and I panicked beyond control. I struggled to get free from the snarling arms raveling around me. I kicked, hit, screamed, but it was all useless.

"Got ya!"

A familiar voice pulled me out of my chaotic state before letting me free.

I directly spun around and examined with disbelief the silhouette before me, Jared.

"Freaking bastard! you nearly gave me a heart attack!" My tone was both mixed with anger and relief.

"Hey calm down Alex, it was just a prank, if only you could've seen you face, priceless."

"Boys can be so stupid sometimes." I say, totally ignoring his statement. "I mean... You're the best example, really."

"Hurts. You really should ask for a ride sometimes you know...Dylan and I would be pleased to drive you home anytime you want." he replied passing his fingers through the back of his messy hair.

Now that, is Jared. And yes, he can act like a fucking asshole sometimes. But the kind of assholes I like. (Not literally, of course. I have never been attracted to any kind of human body part, let alone the asshole.)

Now, I'm not gonna hide what I truly feel toward this guy because, well, I guess it's hormonal stuff.

Fucking hormones.

And no, we are not in a relationship or anything... To be honest, I don't even know how he sees me.

I tried to list the possibilites though:

- the over-hormonal girl.

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