Chapter Two - Damien
I glanced at my alarm clock on the bedside cabinet which informed me it was precisely 1.03am. Heaving a long, deep sigh I once again shut my eyes and tried to let unconsciousness come, but my mind was stubborn and it refused to let me rest. It kept replaying the same scene, over and over again in my mind like a trashy film stuck on repeat.
‘Freak,’ Daniel muttered, resulting in the class erupting into sniggers and furtive glances. I kept my gaze low as I made my way to the back of the classroom. It didn’t stop him from standing up and blocking my way though.
He sneered at me with obvious hate, his blue eyes cold and uncaring.
‘Excuse me, Daniel.’ My gaze was still firmly planted to the floor and this didn’t go by unnoticed.
‘You can’t even look me in the eye can you, freak?’
My cheeks flamed red as the class once again dissolved into laughter.
‘Just let me go past.’
‘Sorry, we don’t allow murderers in here,’ he spat. ‘You should be in jail where you belong.’
The class fell into silence.
I can’t really explain what happened next. I just know that this feeling of…intense anger began to course through my body, my jaw clenching and my hands balling into fists. I lifted my head and stared him straight in the eyes, longing to wipe that smirk right off his face.
‘It wasn’t murder,’ I spoke through gritted teeth.
‘Oh let me guess, it was ‘self defence’. That’s just an excuse! Tyler’s still dead because of you!’ Daniel’s voice was like venom and right now it cultivated my fury.
The class exchanged unsure glances with one another, dubious as to how I was going to react. I’ll give them something to watch, I thought, drawing my fist back and bringing it slamming into Daniel’s jaw. He fell backwards with a startled cry and ended up sprawled on the floor.
It took every inch of self control to stay where I was and not kick him while he was down. Everybody stared at me with wide eyes and open mouths. A drop of blood trickled from the corner of Daniel’s mouth as he stared up at me with surprise and…fear?
I couldn’t stop the smirk of my own spread across my face as I stepped over him and headed for my desk.
I got suspended from school for that, but it was so worth it. The bliss of reliving this memory lasted about two seconds until I remembered the reason Daniel had started on me in the first place.
Murder they called it. Murder was such a strong word. It implied you were a cold, heartless killer with no regard for human life. Self defence on the other hand wasn’t as bad…
Either way I had killed my best friend. Tyler Rhodes was dead because of me.
‘Argh!’ I cried out, exasperated. There I was thinking about it again. I threw the duvet off me and crossed my room to the door. Pulling it open, I headed downstairs with only one thought: I had to get out of here.
A fine mist had begun to descend on the small town of Harley Falls, adding an eerie atmosphere to everything. It clung to my skin, damp, cold and refreshing. I felt my mind ease ever so slightly as I made my way down the dimly lit streets.
It wasn’t much later that a feeling of uneasiness began to creep up on me. The feeling you get when you know you’re being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I whirled around, my eyes trying to seek out any sign of danger.
There was nobody there. I was probably just being paranoid. I turned back around and walked straight into someone. I instinctively cried out before a hand clamped over my mouth, silencing me.
‘Take him to the van,’ a voice ordered. I tried breaking free, but the grip was unnaturally strong, it was like trying to break out of steel.
Someone dragged me roughly across the concrete and threw me into the back of a vehicle. As soon as my mouth was free, I began screaming.
‘GET ME OUT OF HERE!’
‘You don’t want to do that,’ another voice murmured from the front of the van. It was strangely familiar and I stopped hitting my fists against the side of the van long enough to see who it was. As he shifted in his seat and turned to face me, I found myself looking into the clear gray eyes of Tyler Rhodes.