The bell rang. I thought to ask James about the girl, but he was already gone. I could always ask Scott. If she was someone from town, I was pretty sure he would know.

I hurried across the courtyard as quick as possible, not wanting to spend another minute out in the cold, harsh wind that kept trying to knock me over.

I entered the building and went to Mr. Singley’s room. Scott was waiting for me with an empty seat and a smile. I sat down beside him, amazed at how he radiated warmth like a space heater.

“Sorry about Tori. I heard you guys broke up,” I said, not quite sure if that was the right thing to say. Curse my lack of social skills.

He turned to face me, his eyes staring deep into mine as though trying to read my thoughts. “I’m not.”

There wasn’t really any way to answer that so I decided to just ask him about the girl. In a way that didn’t make me sound completely crazy.

“Have you seen a girl around town with really pale blue eyes and crazy hair? It’s brown, purple, and black. And it’s in a shaggy bob. You couldn’t miss her if you saw her.”

The color seemed to drain from his face. His smile was replaced by a terror-stricken mouth and his eyes were scared and angry and sad, all at the same time. Emotions waved off his body like waves crashing against cliffs, cutting into me.

The emotions’ unrelenting hits made me start to lose any and all control of the voices. They started to flood in, louder and louder. My head hurt from the sheer pain of the noise.

Beside me, Scott wasn’t looking any better. He was still speechless and pale. We needed to get out of here, away from the class that was slowly turning to stare at us.

“Mr. Singley? Nurse?” I asked. He took one look at us and waved us off. We must’ve looked that bad.

I sat down as soon as we were in the hall and placed my head in between my knees. I felt like I was going to puke. Scott stood silent. He looked like he was in shock. He quite possibly was.

Scott eventually regained control of his vocal chords again. With the emotionless voice of a zombie and the same lifeless eyes, he asked, “Where did you see her?”

I didn’t know how to answer without sounding crazy, but didn’t want to lie to him. Something told me that lying right now would be a really big mistake.

So I went with a compromise. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

With a sudden fierceness I hadn’t expected, he was down beside me, trapping me against the wall, staring deep into my eyes with eyes that could only be found on a predator deep in the hunt. “Tell me. Now.”

I was terrified, paralyzed by my fear. The darkness I had sensed around him only the day before was back and seemed to be controlling him. This was not my Scott.

I stammered. “In my head.”

Would he believe me? Even worse, what would he do if he didn’t?

“Does anyone else know?” He asked with such intensity, I was frightened to the brink of tears.

“N-n-no. I mean I was going to ask James who she was, but he was gone before I had the chance.”

Can’t be. She’s dead.

The End

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