A Short Story : A Story?

“You wanted to agree so you found a ground to agree on…But you know what? I never really believed it.”

“Hey, what’s-” the good natured tone dropped out of his voice immediately and he got to his feet, seeing how pale she was. “What is it? What happened?”

I walked into school on October 19th so excited to see my friends. Mabel and Penny walked over with big smiles on their faces, like nothing ever happened. After hugs and a long school re-cap, Mabel and Penny started bickering right in front of me. I thought it was a little disagreement but the intensity increased and by lunch I felt like the rope in tug of war, trying to set myself equal without taking sides. The worst part was I didn’t even know what they were arguing about. It was horrible. This continues to this day. Three months later. Why? I always asked myself. Yesterday I asked Penny that same question, “Why Penny? What’s up with you and Mabel?” According to Penny, it’s all my fault. She will be here, at my house, any second, to explain.

"What's wrong with me?" She asked, completely astonished. "What the hell is wrong with you, are you crazy?!"

“Is that some weird lense thingy?” she asked, pointing to a bright glowing section by the victim’s face. It shone a pale silver, coming from within the puddle of blood by her mouth. Loren looked a bit closer.

“Are- Are you okay?” he asked. His usually tan face was now white and his eyes wide.

"The building's supposed to be here..." No doubt she looked like some crazy person, muttering to herself and running her hands all over the building, but who really cared? If they knew the circumstances, they, too, would be doing the same. "Fuck this shit."

" Please Spencer, I can explain all of this to you. PLEASE, Just listen to me!" I exclaimed at her which caused a slight change of expression on her face.

“He might not,” Michael said with a glum face. Then he shrugged. “But Franchette is right. I wouldn't worry too much, mate. It's not like he's supervising your research, is it?”

“Yes. And so I won’t to take my mind of things a little bit…and so I resolved to this,” said Charles.

“I just couldn’t get on my feet for long enough,” Corrine said. “I just kept going from shelter to shelter to shelter - driving around not knowing where I would sleep that night.”

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

Athena was terrified. It was almost as if the wind was screaming at her as she was walking into the Forest. She was only going to take a few steps into the Forest. At least that’s whatshe thought. Athena could feel her heart beating in her chest so fast that she thought for a moment it was going to fly out. Slowly, she turned around, prepared to go back to her best friend. As soon as Athena turned around, the only thing she saw was shadowy trees, surrounding her, almost as if they were going to kill her.

Even though cuts were all over her arms she still always had the biggest grin on her face. Her eyes beamed with a mixture of blue and green as she said hi to everyone who passed her down the dark narrow hallway. She knew what to do, and where to go. She knew the drill. The drill of a mental hospital. Her name is Megan and she was my roommate at the hospital. She made things happy when things were sad. She would stay awake with me when I couldn’t sleep and talk about why I was in there; why I was staying there for seven days.

One day in the early spring of 1997 James Jameson was at home eating his favorite cereal reeses puffs while watching spiderman, when all of a sudden the TV cuts to the news and apparently the world is in its early stages of ending. James realized he was home alone and his family had gone out of the town for a little bit, so he decided to set off to find his family. About 3 hours after walking and searching everywhere it starts getting dark and he needed to find shelter. When it was about 9:00pm he stumbled upon an abandoned amusement park and when he eventually found out where he was his anxiety kept raising up little by little.