I lay on the floor shaking. I had heard two shots fire off and make impact with someone. I lifted my head up and saw that everyone was still lying on the ground I stood up and looked around just in time to see a boy about my age running out the door frantically. He looked like he was hysterical and I figured that I should investigate. I started weaving my way through the now raising people to follow the boy. I peeked my head out the door and saw him disappear into the woods. After glancing back at where Chealsey was calming people down, I slipped out of the front door. “Hey! Don’t go in there!” I screamed after him. I saw him glance over his shoulder, but he ignored me. I scrambled after him as fast as I could in my white dress. I slowly …show more content…
I wanted to run up to him and hug him, but I stayed back. He tried to start running again but his foot snagged on a tree root that was sticking up. He slammed into the ground with a loud thud and I winced. He tried to get up and push on but his legs just wouldn’t allow it. He curled into a ball and leaned against the tree sobbing harder now. The strange boy had copper hair and dark brown eyes. His face was covered in freckles and he looked like he was about the same age as I was. His black pants had a rip in the knee from his hard fall and his white shirt was covered in dirt. He cried for a long time before I did anything. I stepped forward and stood in front of him. My white and pink dress flowed around me magically. He lifted his head and gasped with his eyes opening up in …show more content…
I took a deep breath and walked over to him. I slowly lifted the back of his shirt up. His hand caught mine in a swift motion that caught me off guard. “It’s gross. Not something for a pretty girl like you to see.” He rasped out and I smirked. I lifted his shirt up the rest of the way against his warning. I found where the bullet went in easy. The poison was already starting to get into his blood system. I could see that the veins on his back were starting to turn purple already. I sighed and lightly laid his shirt back down. He stiffened at the light touch of the shirt on his wound and I knew he was hurting. “What your name?” I asked while I looked around us for a way to get him out of here. “Copper: like my hair.” He smiled and I laughed at his silliness. “I’m Bittzy.” I smiled and waved but hesitated. “I’m going to get you out of here.” He stiffened and looked me over again. When he didn’t protest I stood up. I turned, but before I could take a step he grabbed my hand. I saw the urgent look on his face. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered. “I won’t, don’t worry.” I nodded looking around again. When he didn’t let go I looked back at him. “Promise?”
“Well, I would try to get them to stop, but if that didn’t work I would go help him.”
The red hot fury consuming me now was enough to contradict the surrounding fire. Running towards him, he ducks
I saw him making his way over to me and I felt my heart begin to race.
"I-I'm not afraid! Actually, I'm going to go see what it was." She turned and marched to the door, looked back with a snooty look, and walked into the room.
Dallas didn’t respond, instead he stuffed the bandana over the bullet wound and heaved Jake to his feet, keeping a tight arm under his good
I blinked rapidly and bit my lip, looking around nervously. He was going to sweet talk me to stay. I let out another scream. "Too many people!" I said and clung tightly to his stiff body.
I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder.
"Yeah. Why are you talking to me?" He said as he went back to trying to open his locker.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” He said as he tried to hand me his shirt to wipe myself off with
I suddenly smiled and saw hope, my heart was pounding quickly from excitement. I tried to contain myself so that I would not scare Jackson, and I slowly moved closer to him.
He held out an arm so he could help me up. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. The space was so small that when he pulled me up our faces were inches away from each other. He tried to lift his hand to touch my cheek but I quickly flinch backwards. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bag of sports equipment. I could see him smirk and narrow his eyes at me.
This entire week, the young boy had been acting awfully strange. Not in a bad way, I just don’t think he has ever been this nice to me. I had begun to think maybe something was wrong, something was up, but I couldn’t think of anything, he was only being nice. Although, every night around the same time, every time, I think I'm hearing something. I had tried to think of a rational reason that I was hearing things, maybe a mouse. But no, every night this past week I hear my door opening. Maybe I’m just becoming senile and paranoid, but it feels so real. I can feel the cold air come in from the outside, and it wakes me. Maybe I am becoming senile and paranoid, I sound like a madman! I’ve began to think maybe it is the young boy, spying on me? I’m not sure, I’m almost positive the young boy doesn’t have anything against me, from every encounter that I can recall, I have been nothing but nice to him!
"Hey." I say casually sitting down "Anything good?" Daniel lowered the paper with a sort of grin, "Wouldn't you know it... another person turned up missing." His voice sounded like a bully. "Oh... Is there any leads?" I ask trying not to sound creeped out. His eyes enlarged a split second before blinking
I was sitting in my truck having my lunch break when all of a sudden a huge fire rang out nearly broke my eardrums. I couldn’t comprehend what happened then. I saw a man armed with a 30-30 caliber rifle I was scared out of my skin. He was only 15 feet away from me. Looking at me and a woman who had her baby with his gun was pointed at waist level toward us. All I could think of was hitting the ground and hoping for the love of god don’t kill me.
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.