The star that burned so bright
Chapter Two
The car engine rattles like a snake warning a preditor off. If only my dreams had something that could repel them and ward my demons away. Any kind of weakness that gave me the tiniest glimpse of empowerment and strength within myself. As I looked out of the window at the rainbowing array of colours blurring past us, I couldn’t help why last night scared me more than any other experience I’ve had. In my imagination I had never been chased or targeted before. It was usually like the out of body experiences you hear about people having during operations, where they hover above and watch a scene unfold.
However, last night I was there, in the room. I could smell that Jack had not showered in weeks, it was a putrid smell of blood and sweat. I could smell the rusty metal aroma of the bleeding man on the cold table. I could even feel the fear that he had experienced in his dying moments, I knew what had happened to him. Like I was a prophet, knowing what was to happen or what had happened. No other dream had reached me like this. Ever.
That man, with his bejewelled blue eyes and his hair as black as death itself. I could feel the torment in his mind. The lack of clarity in any one of his thoughts, he didn’t want to be around Jack. He feared him just as much as I. I could feel that he held a passion, granted I may have been clouded by my own pure fear; but when he was chasing me I swear I could feel the smallest tinge of doubt and remorse within him. What would have happened if I had let him catch me? Would Andrew end my life? I have to admit that the best way to go would be looking into those eyes; I would awake with them in my memory. I had a passion burning within me for him, but at this point I didn’t know if it was attraction or a hatred of him coming from the fear of the chase.
“Tammy, I’ll pick you up after school. I want to make sure you’re alright. Last night seemed worse than usual from what I could tell. I love you, I’ll get you something to cheer you up” My mum said, straining my mind from thoughts of him. We had arrived at my school and I had not even payed the slightest attention to the journey. Reluctantly I exited the warmth of the car and waved a thank you to my mother. I was thankful. My mother carried the weight of both of or problems on her shoulders and I awaited the day when I could do the same for her. She, along with the car, sped away and left me alone and a little bewildered.
The morning was filled with memories and trauma and confusion. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about that man? Why did I feel the need to work out which extreme of my emotions he was provoking? I had to find Lilly and distract myself. If I was lucky the day would go fast and I could go home and sleep in my mother’s bed for a while before darkness once again enveloped this half of the globe.
Walking up to the school I took in every inch of its appearance, like every day. It was a habit of mine to make sure that I was in the real world, not that my school could prove anything about the real world.. It was more like a hell itself. The plain grey slate roof towered as always, the red bricks were covered in ink and vile words that teenager’s found amusing. The grass was cut short and the mud peeped through on the tracks that were regularly walked and trodden. Windows strewn in no particular order along the buildings wall looked greasy and unwashed, it trapped you inside and showed you no escape once inside.
There was a tap on my back and I turned, nervously, to see Lilly smiling as bright as the sun. At least someone was happy.
“Tammy!” She enveloped me in a hug, which always made me feel better “There’s a new boy! He’s supposedly from America. Everyone is talking about it. Want to make a bet with me?” Here we go I thought to myself “ I bet he has a girlfriend within a week” She was always so obsessed with boys, I could never understand why. All they did for you was cause arguments with your parents and showed you that really you couldn’t trust anyone. There were no rules for love. Rules are what kept me safe in my life, since I couldn’t control anything else. However she was my best friend and I wanted to keep her happy.
I replied with “Hmm, I’ll go with two weeks”. She linked her arm through mine and we walked, her happily and me trying not to trudge, to our first class of the day.
All eyes were awaiting the “new boy”.
However, last night I was there, in the room. I could smell that Jack had not showered in weeks, it was a putrid smell of blood and sweat. I could smell the rusty metal aroma of the bleeding man on the cold table. I could even feel the fear that he had experienced in his dying moments, I knew what had happened to him. Like I was a prophet, knowing what was to happen or what had happened. No other dream had reached me like this. Ever.
That man, with his bejewelled blue eyes and his hair as black as death itself. I could feel the torment in his mind. The lack of clarity in any one of his thoughts, he didn’t want to be around Jack. He feared him just as much as I. I could feel that he held a passion, granted I may have been clouded by my own pure fear; but when he was chasing me I swear I could feel the smallest tinge of doubt and remorse within him. What would have happened if I had let him catch me? Would Andrew end my life? I have to admit that the best way to go would be looking into those eyes; I would awake with them in my memory. I had a passion burning within me for him, but at this point I didn’t know if it was attraction or a hatred of him coming from the fear of the chase.
“Tammy, I’ll pick you up after school. I want to make sure you’re alright. Last night seemed worse than usual from what I could tell. I love you, I’ll get you something to cheer you up” My mum said, straining my mind from thoughts of him. We had arrived at my school and I had not even payed the slightest attention to the journey. Reluctantly I exited the warmth of the car and waved a thank you to my mother. I was thankful. My mother carried the weight of both of or problems on her shoulders and I awaited the day when I could do the same for her. She, along with the car, sped away and left me alone and a little bewildered.
The morning was filled with memories and trauma and confusion. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about that man? Why did I feel the need to work out which extreme of my emotions he was provoking? I had to find Lilly and distract myself. If I was lucky the day would go fast and I could go home and sleep in my mother’s bed for a while before darkness once again enveloped this half of the globe.
Walking up to the school I took in every inch of its appearance, like every day. It was a habit of mine to make sure that I was in the real world, not that my school could prove anything about the real world.. It was more like a hell itself. The plain grey slate roof towered as always, the red bricks were covered in ink and vile words that teenager’s found amusing. The grass was cut short and the mud peeped through on the tracks that were regularly walked and trodden. Windows strewn in no particular order along the buildings wall looked greasy and unwashed, it trapped you inside and showed you no escape once inside.
There was a tap on my back and I turned, nervously, to see Lilly smiling as bright as the sun. At least someone was happy.
“Tammy!” She enveloped me in a hug, which always made me feel better “There’s a new boy! He’s supposedly from America. Everyone is talking about it. Want to make a bet with me?” Here we go I thought to myself “ I bet he has a girlfriend within a week” She was always so obsessed with boys, I could never understand why. All they did for you was cause arguments with your parents and showed you that really you couldn’t trust anyone. There were no rules for love. Rules are what kept me safe in my life, since I couldn’t control anything else. However she was my best friend and I wanted to keep her happy.
I replied with “Hmm, I’ll go with two weeks”. She linked her arm through mine and we walked, her happily and me trying not to trudge, to our first class of the day.
All eyes were awaiting the “new boy”.
It's GOOD♡♡
1/23/14