I studied his face to try to get a feel for what he was thinking. “She looked scared but I don’t think it was that we are hunters and more that I knew about her sister! I don’t think she talks about it! So I get the feeling if she does ring me she’ll wanna talk to me alone.” I played with my fork on the table making it go up and down my pressing the fork end. Dean shook his head. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be too close to her alone, I saw how you reacted when you touched her Sam! I know you think you have this whole connection thing but I don’t like it!” he sat back and studied me. I licked my lips and paused as Zach brought the coffee over. “I’m real sorry y’all had to witness that before with Evan and myself, I wouldn’t have hit her though! I was just angry is all… I really do love her.” he turned and walked away. “What’s so wrong about me connecting with her, I know how she feels to a certain extent! If I can help her understand or even find the thing that did it then what’s the harm?” He sighed as he poured sugar in his coffee. “That kid is the problem! He’s head over heels in love with her! She broke up with him for whatever reason, you don’t want to be the rebound guy Sam, you love easy and you fall hard I’m just looking out for you.” I added milk to my coffee and waited for the sugar. “I know that Dean, but just trust me I need to help her.” I didn’t want to tell him that last night wasn’t the first time I’d dreamt of her. I’d had dreams with her in before only then I didn’t know what her name was, I only saw her face, even then it had been dark and she’d been upset. He studied me. “You got something you wanna tell me?!” he slid the sugar over to me. “Nope. We could go to the library though! You know res... ... middle of paper ... ...king in her parents diner, she’s probably jealous a lot of girls like her are.” I poured a little of the syrup over my pancakes and started to eat. After we’d eat breakfast I went up to pay and Zach shook his head. “It’s on the house, after the way I behaved outside and all…” he looked at me then took a breath. “Look I know you like Evangeline, but she’s complicated, she’s not like my sister, she’s smart and pretty and I really don’t wanna loose her, I know what I did out there was wrong but she’s the only girl I’ve ever loved, ever wanted to be with. Just don’t mess her around.” He turned away and walked off before I had the chance to react. It was strange it was a warning in two senses, one to stay away from her and the other not to hurt her, I was confused about her, I’d never even really met her before but I did have a crush on her. I really hoped she’d call.
“Nick-” she reluctantly drew words. “-Did I ever tell you of the letter Myrtle sent Tom, back in Christmas, about three years ago?” I already knew I didn’t want to have this conversation. I wanted to sit and hold my breath like a toddler until I got my way and she withheld this talk with me.
“I could have helped him, but I was selfish and worried about my safety. Now his girlfriend has to live with my very bad mistake.” Freddie said.
He let go of my wrist and I twirled around, facing him. Now, instead of feeling anger and resentment, I was terrified. I knew what this man was capable of. “Wh-what do you want with me?” I asked shakily.
“In spite of it all…I had done it, Lucia.” She whispered as she closed her eyes. She turns away from the window, a faint handprint still left on the window. She walked to a small wooden table and grabbed a miniature bottle on top, before she shuffled to the door. A man with silver rimmed glasses bows before her at the entryway and pushed open the door.
“I don’t know, I’m not sure how this works either.” Her reply did not satisfy him, but he couldn’t think of how to go about telling a ghost (if that’s what she is) that they are
Weakly grabbing the outstretched hand, the girl managed to utter her last words, “Call me
"For what?" She scoffed in disbelief. She had felt that he did not owe her an apology.
“You are becoming obsessed.” My best friend Emily stated from her place at the bar.
I could see the fear in her eye, and could feel the pain in her trembling hands. I could sense her discomfort when she talked about the night. I had never known, and never would have guessed, that something happened to her at a party with kids I knew from my school. She told me first. She only told me. She spoke to me about how she can not be in a room with a stranger, or how she feels that part of her died that night. She explained that hugs didn’t feel good anymore, they felt intrusive. She explained that she won’t stay in a room with a male teacher if the other students leave. Every part of her life, she explained, has been changed. She wasn’t the same girl anymore, and she blamed herself for it. Even contemplating suicide, like many victims often do, seemed better than living with the memories. She was too afraid to talk to her parents, because she had drank a little the night of the incident; and too afraid to tell her friends, because they thought that the guy was cool. She didn’t trust anyone anymore, not even her old best guy friends. She had known him; they had been friends in junior high. She knew him…
I shook my head, ashamed for invading my friends’ tragedies with memories I conjured up by their descriptions of them. I was still staring at Alice’s relaxed posture. The frown on her face was evident even while she rested unconscious with wrinkles near her seventeen year old eyes. I could still see the scar from stitches. Vesper shifted under the blankets on Alice’s couch. He was missing a father while Sebastian and I were missing a mother. But Alice was missing the two people that had given her life and left while she was living it. A trust fund was left in their
Steven looked at me again, though this time his face was locked in a smile. “A very drunk dragon slayer.”
“Don’t you think you’re taking this secrecy a bit too far, Jerri? These are your friends after all.”
“Are you done yet?” Sara said, attempting to rip us away from this beautiful moment. I understand now that she was trying to make sure I was safe, as I was talking to a stranger I had just met. I was still annoyed with her from the earlier confrontations we had. Her slight intoxication was another thing I didn’t want to deal with it.
"Not bad," I should have figured that he would know "I brought you some steak back." I said gesturing with the Styrofoam box in my hand.
“Why were you so mad?” Kenzie sighs as her eyes fall to the ground. “I used to know someone that tortured themselves often. Like really tortured, I just don't want you to fall into the same trap. Even if we haven't known each other long I don't want anything to happen to you. I think you are a really great friend.” Her smiled showed how sincere she is. “So can we be friends