Darkening Sky Chapter 6
6th chapter to my book in progress.
Chapter 6: Time will tell everything.
I was mad, but I didn’t understand exactly why. She hadn’t done anything except glare and make it obvious she liked my brother. So why was I so upset? I could see that Skyler had a worried look on his face because when I got mad I tended to do radical things. I shook my hair out of my face I was done being mad. She deserved more of a chance than just that one little impression she gave. My behavior wasn’t that great either so I had no room to talk. I groaned "I’m sorry about what happened back there. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t even know the girl and I was acting that way when she didn’t do anything wrong." I said to him.
"It’s okay, it happens. You can talk to her tomorrow or something, so don’t worry I’m sure she’ll understand. After all she did glare first."
"Yeah, but I shouldn’t of glared back."
"Like I said before don’t worry I’m sure she’ll understand what happened."
"I hope she does."
I was tired for some reason even though I took a nap early. Must be of lack of sleep. Major lack of sleep that is, but instead of going to bed I hung out with Skyler in my joined room with Charlotte when she got back nearly two hours later. Charlotte wasn’t the one to ruin a moment so when we started to kiss she left to go take a shower. That would give us 20 or more minutes to ourselves. Not like anything was really going to happen it was just nice to not have someone stare at you while you kissed, which gave you this really weird being watched feeling. Then again when you are being watched you should have that feeling.
About a minute into our make out session Charlotte screamed from the bathroom, a loud ear piercing high pitched scream that sent the hairs on my arms straight up, I scrabbled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I began to bang on the door since she had locked it like always. "CHARLOTTE WHAT’S WRONG?" She opened the door and flew out covering her mouth with her hand. I hurried into the bathroom leaving Skyler to deal with Charlotte. Everything looked normal till my eyes fell on the shower. It was drenched in blood. Not just blood but deep red fresh blood. I gagged and covered my mouth just like Charlotte had. I walked closer to the shower inspecting it. No, body, but there was tons of blood just like someone had been murdered or someone dumped a gallon of the red sticky stuff in the shower and around it.
As I got closer I noticed writing in the blood. It made me sicker to my stomach than I already was. "Like your present, Arrion? I do." I heaved. I was going to barf. I ran out of the bathroom clutching my stomach. I slid down the wall on to the floor. I sat there breathing heavily. I was going to be fine I just had to tell the Dean. I got up and walked over to Charlotte and Skyler. She was in hysterics. I told him to go to the Dean right away and that I would deal with her. He left. I was holding her and trying to calm her down when I noticed something, a small faint red line running to my closet. I got up and walked over to it. I was afraid of what might be in there. I opened the door, and stopped dead in my tracks. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. Never in my life had I seen something so horrific like this. My eyes widened and my thoughts grew grave. Who would do this and how would they know how to time it just perfectly so me or Charlotte weren’t here? I knew if I had walked in on them they wouldn’t of killed me, hurt me yes, but kill me no. Charlotte on the other hand they would of been killed. I could sense that much. They wanted to play with me, watch me grow scared and crazy, watch everyone around me think I really was crazy, but why though? I hadn’t done anything wrong. Then my thoughts grew even graver. This had happened before. Not to me, but to another student, Chelsea Grand, last year. She still attended the school after five long months of being tortured by a killer they never caught. It just seemed to all stop. But this time I guess was the last time because laying dead in my closet was Chelsea. Gagged, arms tied behind her back, feet crossed and tied, with her neck slit, and wrists cut open. Worst of all she had a bullet hole through her head. That would explain how all the blood got everywhere. She must of been shot then wrists and neck cut so she would bleed thoroughly till she was translucent.
I was mad, but I didn’t understand exactly why. She hadn’t done anything except glare and make it obvious she liked my brother. So why was I so upset? I could see that Skyler had a worried look on his face because when I got mad I tended to do radical things. I shook my hair out of my face I was done being mad. She deserved more of a chance than just that one little impression she gave. My behavior wasn’t that great either so I had no room to talk. I groaned "I’m sorry about what happened back there. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t even know the girl and I was acting that way when she didn’t do anything wrong." I said to him.
"It’s okay, it happens. You can talk to her tomorrow or something, so don’t worry I’m sure she’ll understand. After all she did glare first."
"Yeah, but I shouldn’t of glared back."
"Like I said before don’t worry I’m sure she’ll understand what happened."
"I hope she does."
I was tired for some reason even though I took a nap early. Must be of lack of sleep. Major lack of sleep that is, but instead of going to bed I hung out with Skyler in my joined room with Charlotte when she got back nearly two hours later. Charlotte wasn’t the one to ruin a moment so when we started to kiss she left to go take a shower. That would give us 20 or more minutes to ourselves. Not like anything was really going to happen it was just nice to not have someone stare at you while you kissed, which gave you this really weird being watched feeling. Then again when you are being watched you should have that feeling.
About a minute into our make out session Charlotte screamed from the bathroom, a loud ear piercing high pitched scream that sent the hairs on my arms straight up, I scrabbled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I began to bang on the door since she had locked it like always. "CHARLOTTE WHAT’S WRONG?" She opened the door and flew out covering her mouth with her hand. I hurried into the bathroom leaving Skyler to deal with Charlotte. Everything looked normal till my eyes fell on the shower. It was drenched in blood. Not just blood but deep red fresh blood. I gagged and covered my mouth just like Charlotte had. I walked closer to the shower inspecting it. No, body, but there was tons of blood just like someone had been murdered or someone dumped a gallon of the red sticky stuff in the shower and around it.
As I got closer I noticed writing in the blood. It made me sicker to my stomach than I already was. "Like your present, Arrion? I do." I heaved. I was going to barf. I ran out of the bathroom clutching my stomach. I slid down the wall on to the floor. I sat there breathing heavily. I was going to be fine I just had to tell the Dean. I got up and walked over to Charlotte and Skyler. She was in hysterics. I told him to go to the Dean right away and that I would deal with her. He left. I was holding her and trying to calm her down when I noticed something, a small faint red line running to my closet. I got up and walked over to it. I was afraid of what might be in there. I opened the door, and stopped dead in my tracks. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t. Never in my life had I seen something so horrific like this. My eyes widened and my thoughts grew grave. Who would do this and how would they know how to time it just perfectly so me or Charlotte weren’t here? I knew if I had walked in on them they wouldn’t of killed me, hurt me yes, but kill me no. Charlotte on the other hand they would of been killed. I could sense that much. They wanted to play with me, watch me grow scared and crazy, watch everyone around me think I really was crazy, but why though? I hadn’t done anything wrong. Then my thoughts grew even graver. This had happened before. Not to me, but to another student, Chelsea Grand, last year. She still attended the school after five long months of being tortured by a killer they never caught. It just seemed to all stop. But this time I guess was the last time because laying dead in my closet was Chelsea. Gagged, arms tied behind her back, feet crossed and tied, with her neck slit, and wrists cut open. Worst of all she had a bullet hole through her head. That would explain how all the blood got everywhere. She must of been shot then wrists and neck cut so she would bleed thoroughly till she was translucent.
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