Today walking by them was just so, so painful. I said hey at least and she totally would do anything to make sure I'm invisible; she started to tug on his shirt collar while nipping at his ear so she could whisper in his ears "let’s go." At least when she was dragging him by the hand taking the lead he looked back and mouthed the words 'my house 6', then he flashed the most divine breathe taking smile and nodded, i couldn't help myself all I did was giggle and blush.
I flung my bag to the floor of my 1951 yellow pickup truck, the only noise it makes is the noise of my class textbooks hitting the seat and falling to the floor. I start the engine and turn the radio on the as I start to back out of the schools parking lot when, out of nowhere a 2007 blue ford mustang speeds down and almost hits the tail of my truck. When they decide to back up and come ask me if i was okay, and if they hit me... I sat in silence; I've never seen him before. Then when I finally catch my breath I spit out the words "I'm fine" when I can't take my eyes off of him. He hands me a slip of paper with the words text it on the front as he walks away from my truck and back into his mustang. I've always wanted to meet a mysterious person, and now I have it makes me want to learn more and it’s like a cliff hanger, I'll never forget about those black eyes, and curly hair.
It's five, I feel so drowsy I don’t really want to get ready to go to Chris's house but I do I miss having me and him time. So i throw on my good jeans and my favorite green tee with our school hoodie. Then I walk like a zombie down to my truck and head down to his house. As I got there he was waiting at the door then I ask playfully "waiting for someone?" he laughs and nudges me on my shoulder as he replies "just a pretty blonde who I have for a best friend". I couldn't help but giggle. He rushes me inside and tells me that something is on his chest and he really needs my help to get it off... I'm really excited; I feel my heart start to race the pounding on my chest, the butterflies swarming at the bottom of my gut. He lets out a big sigh and starts to move his lips like he is getting comfortable to the words he is about to say. I don't know what to think all these thoughts just come rushing threw my head. It must be something really important if it looks like someone needs to smack him in the back for him to start speaking.
Oh my gosh!! Is he serious!? I cannot believe the words that just came out of his lips. Nothing I wanted at all, how could he do this to me? This is all because of her! He tells me we can't talk at school because she's scared of COMPETITION what is there compete? He doesn't even notice the way I look at him, he doesn't see the way I see. It devastates me so badly, but we made an amazing song, he made on his own and he sang it to me, I have this odd feeling that it was about me it was so adorable. But I won't assume anything, but his voice is just so amazing it makes me sad to think no one knows how talented he is, no one sees like anything that I see, but oh well maybe one day it's possible he will see me the way I see him, he will care for me the way I do to him. But for now I'm just going to have to deal with that and his annoying girlfriend.
I'm running I'm breathing very heavily, my lungs as well as right behind my ribs have that such a burning ping. He's running behind me really fast, I could never imagine running as fast as I am. Suddenly, a curved root blocked my path, my foot got caught in it and I fell to the ground making a high pitched squeal with no intention to. I try to choke back my pain as the watery tears start to fall from my eyes slowly making its way to hit the damp path I have fallen in. He looks down as me, showing off his sinister smile, those deep gazing dark eyes I've seen them somewhere I just don't know where, suddenly everything goes dark. I can’t see a thing. The only thing I hear is high pitched screams, voices deep in shadows whispering amongst themselves, I can't really make out the words but the sounds send shivers down my spine. What’s going to happen am I going to be okay?
I'm awakened by the blatant sound of my alarm clock; it was all just a dream. I trembling and confused of what I had to be thinking about to have such a dream, so vivid, so detailed, and so real. I throw on my favorite Falling In Reverse tee-shirt with my rocker jeans with all the rips and light grey tint mixed with the dark blue denim, I put on my purple beanie, my best friend ring Chris gave me for my Birthday, and I put on my makeup and messed my hair up in wavy curls with that messy mixture in it. I rush down stairs knowing I'm almost late I swipe my bag from the counter and put on my black converse as I rush to my truck. I have to keep twisting my keys till I hear the rumble of the engine start to kick in. My bag falls to the floor as I back out like a maniac on the highway to go to school. I made it just as the bell to first period rang. It was a close one but I made it.
Once I get there I realize that Chris is no longer my Collision Repair Technology partner, surprisingly I could have expected it because of well yeah, but instead it's that mystery guy I've met not even like two weeks ago. I start to feel the corners of my mouth slowly start to form a grin making my cheeks rise with warmness. I look up into his deep dark eyes and start to shiver, is he the one from my dream? I'll never forget those eyes; he shares the grin and leans down.
"You didn't text me."
"I-I-I" I stutter.
"Hum I'm sorry it slipped my mind I was working on my AP class, sorry I didn't get to it."
"Its fine I understand, but you will remember at some point right?"
"Yes I will, I don't believe I got a chance to catch your name."
He openly puts out his hand like a gentleman and says 'my name's Will, and yours?' I spit out the word like I couldn’t remember something as simple as my own name I kind of choked trying to get it out.
"My name's Marry." I open my hand to reach out for his to shake his hand. I never really looked at him like right now or really paid any attention to his voice, he's very handsome, and his accent sounds like he comes from someplace in Ireland, the first thing I think of when I hear the place Ireland is Duplin. I'm not from there but I just love the place it felt very homey for me before I moved to this little small town in New Zealand. It's really beautiful actually better than the cities; it's really quite and nice. The only thing that’s hard to get down really is the seasons. All backwards from where I moved here from California.
I like my class with Will, he really knows how to handle some of those repairs better than I do sadly I just so happen to be one of the 5 girls in that class and since there is an uneven number I'm always paired up with the guys. I never really minded that because I only have guy friends but I've always wanted a girl best friend. I never really had someone to talk girl talk to or tell all my secrets to and personal stuff I mean yeah there's Chris but come on? He doesn't really want to talk girl talk with me or watch a sappy chick flick. It's been like this ever since my mum died but I've always really looked up to my dad anyways we built my truck together, while my mum was caught up in her pills and partying. Don't get me wrong I love my mother dearly but she made choices I would never want to do. My mother was a beautiful woman; no one really understood why she did that to herself. I was so depressed when I found out she had died form an over dose. I still really miss her so much I keep her in my heart and every single memory I have left in a box.
Just as I was falling asleep I happen to notice Wills number on my nightstand next to my bed, I picked it up and started slowly hitting the numbers and words with my thumbs while scrunching my eyes because the light shining in my face burning my eyes. I just had said a simple hey how's it going? And waited for a reply as my eyes are gradually getting more heavy and sleepy. I slowly start to close my eyes as I wait for his reply.
I don't feel safe here. But this just happens to be my favorite forest; it's supposed to give off the feeling of peace, love, security, and freedom. But right now I feel eyes staring at me like a hawk stalking its pray from above, I feel like this place is slowly turning into one of the darkest places I've known, I feel like it's becoming to turn into a muddy pit, the twisted tree down the soil damp path appears to be moving in slowly to me. I feel like I'm being crushed and whoever is doing this is trying their best to crush me, make me feel closed off. I'm looking everywhere where I feel like the eyes are watching me but the only eyes I just so happen to see are the ones in the trees with the glowing reflection flickering back and forth left and right doing 80 degree head spins. Then as I wasn't paying any attention what so ever one swoops down and I felt the air from the fast moving wing push my hair back and the cool hair that smacks me in the check, the type that makes me scrunch up my face like a fool and knocked the wind out of me. I see the grey owl fly back up with a rat in its mouth, I look down to find what looks like 30 to 40 rats slowly climbing up my body suffocating me slowly with their tails. I can't see a thing as the weight tackles me down to the ground covering me in gooey, smelly, wet mud. Just when you think it can't get any worse it starts to rain and I smell like wet rat. One of the tails managed to fling themselves into my mouth slithering down to my throat. It's such a struggle to get out rolling side to side screaming but nothing comes out no matter how hard I try, so I just close my eyes and accept the fact I'm about to die. When I feel like I've been lifted up and I'm floating in the air, I open my eye enough to get a blurry watery vision. The only things I see is the ground from the height I'm at I start screaming again, crying punching this muscular teenage boy about my age.
