Chapter Six
"This is the end. It's sad that you didn't put up much of a fight but then again you don't know who you really are and that's what made this so much easier." I tried to crawl away from him but I was in too much pain. I barely managed to move an inch and all I could think about was, I never really did much in my life. I've just gone to school, hung with my old friends, knew Ross for a short time, but I've never actually done anything. I didn't leave a mark, it would be as if I never existed. I was sure my mom would move on quickly, she was use to hurt. My old friends treat me like I never existed. And Ross, we didn't know each other that well so he would be able to live as if I've never entered his life.
Everything was happening so fast, I couldn't do a thing about it. My vision was already blurring and burning bright, as if I was looking at the light. But I couldn't tell if the person was harming me or this was my own fear trying to kill me. I could feel myself moving, I was sure they were holding me. Whoever this person was, was definitely going to end me. I could feel myself going numb, I wouldn't even know when the end would come, but maybe not feeling the end was a good thing.
I could hear someone calling my name, faintly ahead. I wish I knew who it was but there was no time to waste on figuring who they were. I should be focusing on getting a grip on reality but it wasn't working so well. The last thing I felt before everything became blank was my head against the ground.
*24 hours earlier*
I heard a ding at the door and figured it was the pizza guy. I opened the door and handed him the money as I took the pizza box. The guy left and I closed the door. I placed it on the counter and told my mom that it arrived. In a few minutes she came down from the stairs and took a slice. I already began eating my first slice. It was another quiet dinner, I barely talked to my mom. She knew not much was going on because I would usually tell her. We were closer before we moved but here, it felt like we were almost strangers, almost.
"What happened to that blond boy you were skating with?" my mother asked me as she threw her plate away after eating two slices. I looked down at my pizza and started picking at the pepperonis. I didn't really talk about Ross with my mom, like I said it was like we were strangers. I just couldn't tell her. Maybe I knew inside that my friendship with him wouldn't even last. Once again I was left questioning whether we really were friends.
"Haven't seen him since two days ago, so, I have no idea, and frankly, I don't really care." I ate the pepperoni I was picking at, then took a bite out of my pizza. I was almost done with my second slice and couldn't wait to go to my room. I didn't want to talk about Ross, or just talk to my mom in general. I wanted to be left alone, that was what I did best. Just me, my room, and my mind. It was sad, I admit, but the life I live here was sad.
My mom nodded, that was it, a nod. Then she went back up the stairs to her room, knowing I didn't want to talk anymore. She knew me well. But I was sure it was easy to tell that I didn't want to talk to anyone. So it was a shock when someone did talk to me at school. It was best that I was left alone and that Ross would leave, never speaking to me again. But why did I wish for him to appear so we could go skate or just talk? I didn't want to talk, or so I thought.
I gave in, sadly, and called Ross, but it went straight to voicemail. Should I be worrying? He didn't seem like the type to always have his phone, I actually barely saw him with it. The only time was when we exchanged numbers but after that it was like his phone disappeared.
I went up to my room, setting my phone aside, and sitting by my window again. I looked out at the night sky, only seeing a few stars out. I looked in front of my house, making sure no one was around. I feared that someone would show and watch me like before. I closed the curtain and moved to my bed, deciding to relax a bit. That relaxation turned into sleep and soon enough it was morning. It was the weekend, thankfully. I didn't have to face anyone and I could be on my own. I should've gone homeschooling, but I wasn't sure now if that was exactly what I wanted. It would've been better if I decided that from the start.
Homeschooling, something Ross did before and for some reason, mentioned, he would close up as if there was some secret behind it. Same thing when it came to bands or music. Something must've happened at that time that made him decide where he was now. He said he moved away for a year, it had to link to these. That one year had to have changed him in some way. But I would never know because he didn't want to talk about it or he didn't trust me. I didn't blame him because I didn't trust him.
I was getting curious the more I thought about it. I wanted to know, badly. This wasn't like me though, I wasn't the curious type before but that was probably because I knew everything before from my friends. They were big on finding out about people, not all of them, but a few. I tried to get my mind off it for now. I needed to change and get breakfast before I decided what I was going to do today.
I walked down the steps, ready for another day. I grabbed the cereal from the cabinet and poured the cereal into the bowl. I quickly finished, and told my mom I was going out for a walk. I closed the door and walked down the steps. I looked around and saw someone walking their dog. A group of girls I recognized from the school were walking, assuming they were headed to the mall. There was one close by and that was their hangout. The mall near my old house was where I spent most of time.
I didn't go there though, I decided to go to the park nearby. I just wanted to enjoy the fresh air and relax, that was what I did. Soon, I reached the park and headed for the swings. I sat but didn't swing. I glanced around, seeing the children play and laugh. It was a peaceful sight. I missed those days, nothing to worry about, and oblivious to the real world.
I remembered when my father use to bring me to the park. I smiled at the memories, him catching me when I slid down the slide, or when I wanted to go across the monkey bars and he would help me across. And when he would push me on the swings and I would tell him to push me higher and higher 'till I could reach the sky. Then we would go home and we would play board games. As I got older, the games changed a little. I began playing darts and I remembered being so good at it, always getting close to the bulls eye or even the bulls eye itself. Then I remembered taking archery and I picked up on it quickly. There was something that my dad said that always stuck to me.
"Haven, you are destined for extraordinary things. Remember that everything I teach you will come in handy when the time is right."
Something hit my foot and it took me out of my thoughts. I looked down to see a red ball by my foot. I picked it up and a little girl came by me. I handed it to her and she smiled, running back to her friends. I lightly kicked the sand then got up, deciding to leave. On the walk home, I called Ross again, I wanted to know if he was okay but once again it went straight to voicemail. This time I left a message, only asking if he was alright and that he would return the call. I hung up and placed the phone in my pocket.
Before I could react I felt someone grab me from behind, it was odd that they would do this while the sun was still out. But it was nearly sunset. They covered my mouth and the next thing I knew was that everything became black.
When I awoke, it was pretty much dark. I quickly got up, checking my surroundings. I was surrounded by trees, lots and lots of trees. The only thoughts that went through my mind was where was I and what the hell? I wasn't sure which path to take because they all looked the same. I took out my phone, hoping I could find out where I was but there was no signal. I put my phone away and hoped whichever part I walked through was the right one. But before I went I heard the sound of leaves being crushed. I didn't know whether to turn in their direction or run for my life.
"You're finally awake," a male voice I didn't recognize said. I turned around, I probably should've chosen to run. I saw their figure in the darkness, obviously unable to distinguish their features.
I could hear my heart pounding in my chest and I was sure they could hear it too. I took a step back, not knowing what to do. But I took more than a step and my back met with the tree. He came closer and closer. I stayed in place and tried to scream but I couldn't. It was as if I lost my voice. When they brought their hand on my wrist, for some odd reason, with my other hand I broke off a branch from the tree and stabbed it through their hand.
He backed away, trying to pull the branch out of his hand. He was successful and threw it aside. That clearly made him angry. He came and slapped my face. I whimpered and tried to hit him back but he caught my wrist. His face was close to me, so I was able to make out the smirk. I tried to break from his hold and I did. I pushed him away and tried to run. I didn't care where, just anywhere away from him. But somehow he caught up, way too quickly. He tried to hit me again but somehow I blocked it. He did it a few more times and I managed to block them again. I didn't know where this was coming from. But I was glad.
We held out position of me blocking him but suddenly, he slammed his head against mine. I stumbled backwards and fell, my head slamming against the tree. My head started to hurt and I couldn't move.
"This is the end. It's sad that you didn't put up much of a fight but then again you don't know who you really are and that's what made this so much easier." I tried to crawl away from him but I was in too much pain. I barely managed to move an inch and all I could think about was, I never really did much in my life. I've just gone to school, hung with my old friends, knew Ross for a short time, but I've never actually done anything. I didn't leave a mark, it would be as if I never existed. I was sure my mom would move on quickly, she was use to hurt. My old friends treat me like I never existed. And Ross, we didn't know each other that well so he would be able to live as if I've never entered his life.
Everything was happening so fast, I couldn't do a thing about it. My vision was already blurring and burning bright, as if I was looking at the light. But I couldn't tell if the person was harming me or this was my own fear trying to kill me. I could feel myself moving, I was sure they were holding me. Whoever this person was, was definitely going to end me. I could feel myself going numb, I wouldn't even know when the end would come, but maybe not feeling the end was a good thing.
I could hear someone calling my name, faintly ahead. I wish I knew who it was but there was no time to waste on figuring who they were. I should be focusing on getting a grip on reality but it wasn't working so well. The last thing I felt before everything became blank was my head against the ground.
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"Haven?" I could hear someone calling, like in a dream. They seemed so far, I tried to follow the sound but I didn't get any closer. The more I ran, the more I seemed to be getting lost. "Haven?" They called again but I couldn't do anything. I was gonna go insane. Why couldn't I reach them?
I quickly jumped, my eyes opening, and the person in front of me wasn't someone I was expecting. I watched him, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping while sitting. I shifted a little and his eyes shot open. He looked right into my eyes, as if waiting for me to say something, but I couldn't find my voice.
He handed me the glass of water that was next to him. I sat up, slowly taking it from his hands, and gulping most of it down. Then I set it back next to him. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. I still didn't say anything, I was sure he would say something soon.
"You're okay." It wasn't a question, but it was obvious he said it to clear the silence. He started to play with his ring, waiting for me to say something.
"Where were you?" I asked, finally finding my voice.
"You wake up in my house, few cuts, bruises, and you ask me where I've been? Try again." Ross replied, clearly unhappy with what happened to me. He looked mad but I couldn't tell if it was toward me or not. I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous. I felt like anything I was going to say was going to be wrong.
"What happened?" I asked, hoping this was what he was talking about. He looked down at his ring then back at me.
"What do you remember?"
"I, uh, remember walking home from the park then suddenly laying somewhere like a forest then stabbing whoever was there with a branch, then I heard someone calling me, and here I am." I paused, the. I knew, "that was you. You were calling my name. Ross, what happened?"
"Do you know who that guy was or what he was?" Ross asked, ignoring what I asked him.
"No," then I continued to ask what I wanted to know, "Ross, seriously, answer me. What happened? Who was that guy? What did he want from me?"
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I think this chapter is nicely written.
Anyway, two chapters right after each other because I'm sorry for the delay. I will try to update soon. Obviously, it's on a cliffhanger hehehe :)
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Might just update sooner if you do :)