So where did we leave off? Oh yes, I remember I had just set fire to my school and was so confused. I didn't know what was going on and I wasn't receiving any answers from Matt. All he said was to go home tell my mum and not leave the house unless I have to. Thank you, Matt, for that worthless advice. I can see him shaking his head. He knows it's true no matter what he says. He just left me outside my house with no explanation and said that he needed to sort some stuff out. We had been attacked and he had to sort some things out. Let me tell you I was not happy and I may have said a few curse words as he drove off, but I mean who wouldn't. Don't try and deny it, yeah I'm looking at you. So now we get to the point where this chapter kicks off. I'd given in swearing at Matt and decided to head inside, I mean it was winter and the weather was freezing. Here's where the chapter kicks off, me home alone sitting on the sofa with a hot chocolate in my hand and my laptop resting on my leg.
I scrolled down the page I was looking at, whilst taking a sip of my drink. I was trying to work out what exactly had attacked me. The only animal I could find that was remotely similar to what I had seen was a hell hound, it was an Ancient Greek monster. At that moment I wished I had paid more attention to those history lessons, as I had no idea what I was reading. Google images weren't helping either, it kept showing me pictures of the grim from Harry Potter. I finally found a decent website that I hope would tell me what a hell hound was. It said that it was a form of a dog with glowing red eyes and a foul odor, so far that seemed to match what I had seen. It seemed to have originated from Ancient Greece as a dog owned by the God, Hades. I wasn't a religious person, I had been to church before and been told to pray but I only did that when I was younger. I believe in anything now, I'd never been given a reason to with all the bad luck I've been given. I've fallen in three ponds, don't ask how, been kicked out of two schools and for some reason, people seem to die around me. I think that's the worst part, it made me scared to get close to people for a while thinking that maybe it was my fault when they died. I don't believe that ideology anymore, you can't kill someone just by knowing them, but I excluded myself from society for about two years and felt like everything was my fault. I know it wasn't now but I did then. To me, all this made me believe that there couldn't be any gods in the world or they wouldn't allow the suffering that went on throughout the world.
I looked closely at the image shown on the website and froze, ice seemed to flow through my body as the horror sank in. The image on the scene was the same monster I had seen in the corridor earlier that day. The same shaggy black hair and the glowing red eyes, oh god the eyes, the ones that seemed to pierce into your very soul and know everything about you in that split second it saw you. I couldn't breathe, it was like I was being chocked by the smoke again, trying to gasp at any air I could. I closed my eyes, maybe not seeing the picture would help me breathe. I guess it did in a way I was able to calm down and take deep breaths. I slowly opened my eyes and took a long look at the picture in front of me taking in every detail that I saw, from the long claws to the sharp teeth. Yes, this was the monster I saw. But what did this mean? I couldn't for the life of me make sense of this situation, if only Matt had stayed back and explained it to me rather than running off, claiming that he had to do something important. I sighed and leaned back on the sofa, taking a big swig of my drink, shutting the lid if my laptop as I did so. Since when had life been this complicated, in all my fifteen years life had never sucked as much as it did right now. I had no idea what was going on, Matt had decided that I shouldn't know and just torture me with the fact that he knows and I don't. My mum hadn't arrived home from work yet so I couldn't talk to her, and even if I did have a friend, other than Matt, how do explain to them you've been attacked by a massive dog that might or might not belong to Greek Mythology. Plus there was the fact that I had heard a voice in my head, I'm not crazy I know it was real, telling me what to do while freezing time, cause that's a normal day.
I bet you guys are as confused as I was, I mean come on Matt just left at my door with no explanation. I mean he's apologised for it, which is great, but doesn't help in that fact that we had been attacked and HE LEFT ME! Sorry, I'm still kind of hung up about that. I mean you must know the feeling of everyone knowing something except you, except yours might not be life-threatening, well I hope it's not. All I had was my laptop to try and figure out what was going on. I will tell you now though I was on the right track with hellhounds, has that got your interest? I hope it has. See this isn't some boring old story about a confused young girl who hallucinates, and if all this has been a hallucination then I am screwed. The things I've seen will probably scar me for life and I'm still a teenager. You have all that to look forward to, I hope you have fun reading it, I'll tell you how I didn't have fun experiencing most of it. No, I can't tell you any spoilers that wouldn't be fair, you'll have to read and find out, that is if you haven't gotten bored of my constant rambling. Talking about rambling I should probably stop and let you continue the story. Ok back to reality
I was bored out of my mind lounging on the sofa, I had long given up searching for any more information about my situation. The more I read the crazier I felt, I just wanted mum to come home. Like some Angel, or whatever was up there, had heard me the lock on the front door began to turn and the door opened slowly as my mum made her way into the room.
For those of you who want to know my mum has short mousey brown hair that was pulled back in a short ponytail. Her bangs hang across her face, not long enough to go into the ponytail. She is fairly thin as she works quite hard so that she can provide for us both. She had to work two jobs as my dad wasn't around, and we all know about that so there's no need for me to go into that. She always seemed to wear the same stuffy blue jeans that had so many holes that I'd lost count, along with a baggy grey t-shirt. See my mother is not one of these people who cares about what she looks like, she thinks clothes are clothes and there's nothing else to it. I do admire her for that, I wish I had the courage to not care what other people thought of me and wear whatever the hell I wanted. Don't get me wrong I don't care too much I mean you've heard what I wear to school, but even then I still get slightly self-conscious of what other people think and are saying about me. My mother wasn't like that at all and it's safe to say that I was slightly envious. People often didn't realise that we were related as she had brown hair, I had blonde, she had startling blue eyes, whilst I had my boring grey ones. That doesn't matter to me, I still love her with all my heart and there's nothing I wouldn't do for her. Anyway, we'd better get back to the story.
It was like time had frozen at that point, I mean what was I meant to say? Hey, mum, the school was set on fire and a massive monster attacked us, oh if that's not enough I'm hearing voices in my head. Yeah, great plan. It felt like an eternity, me watching my mother walk through that door, as much as I wanted her back, I hadn't planned what I was going to say. I watched as she slowly placed down her shopping bags and placed her keys on the counter. How I wished that Max was with me so I wouldn't have to face the beast alone, I mean you guys should see her when she's angry, trust me it's not pretty.
"Hey m-mum" I stuttered nervously, crap well that wasn't very subtle. I watched as she turned to me an eyebrow raised.
"Anything you want to tell me?" I know it wasn't a question, but I didn't know what to say or how to even begin.
"I-I don't know" wow this isn't going well. I didn't know how to do this, so I did the one thing that can naturally, I raced across the room and threw my arms around her waist. I felt her arms wrap around me as comforting words poured from her mouth trying to soothe me. I felt something wet on my cheek, it took me a moment to realise that I was crying. It was an odd sensation, I hadn't cried since I was seven, over my cat dying. The whole feeling was foreign. After about five minutes I slowly detached myself from my mother's arms. She looked at me and dad smile playing on her lips.
"Do you think you're ready to tell me?" She asked stroking my cheek in comfort, it's something she would always do when I was upset, a habit of hers that she couldn't shake off. So I began.
I talked about how me and Matt had sneaked out of class, I know she wanted to comment there, something to do with how we needed our education. She didn't though, instead, she smiled and let me continue. Although I could see the laughter in her eyes, I mean I had dragged goody two shoes Matt out of class, that was something to be proud of. I then talked about the beast how it appeared, what it looked like, how it smelt, she crinkled up her nose at that, see even describing the smell makes people feel sick. She did agree with me though, she also thought it was most likely a hell hound, I have no idea how she could even know that but I decided not to question it, yet. Finally, I talked about the voices in my head, I wondered if she thought I was crazy, I mean I sounded it so I wouldn't be surprised, hell I thought I was crazy. If she did I couldn't tell, her face revealed nothing as I talked. I went onto explain what happened when time froze. Her face remained neutral as I described what I did to the monster, I liked down at my hands as I talked, rubbing them together. When I had finished I looked up at my mother's face. Her eyes full of understanding, I wasn't sure how she would even begin to understand what I had gone through, but I know she would try.
So I'm going to leave you there, I know you still have a lot of questions that need to be answered, and believe me, that will happen. I swear though if any of you even thinks of making fun of me for crying I will hunt you down, I promise you that. Nah I just kidding, but I will kick your ass. No, Matt, I don't have anger issues, no matter how many times you tell me I am fine. He seems to think I have anger problems, which I think you'll find is completely ridiculous. I am perfectly calm, most of the time. Ok so maybe I have some slight issues with anger, but who doesn't. Don't lie, I know there's someone you wouldn't mind giving a piece of your mind to, or punching preferably in the face. Yeah maybe I'm a bit violent, but for the life, I live you kind of have to be. Oh I've just made you ask more questions haven't I. Sorry it's not my intention, man I suck at this. Anyway, I should go before I make you ask any more questions, plus its pizza night and I want my pizza. So it's goodbye for now, but trust you'll see me soon, you'll see.