When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
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When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by ForeverHaunted 5/24/2010, 2:54 am
Fantasy: Highish(Werewolves, vampieres[vampires], witches, warlocks, shapeshifters, demons, coming back to life after being dead...)
Maturity: High(Lots of not-so-graphic violence, PLENTY of blood, non-graphic[usually] kissing, the occasional swear word{it'll say [censored], tho...}, implications of more adult things, and other stuff)
When The Rain Falls
Chapter 1
Maturity: High(Lots of not-so-graphic violence, PLENTY of blood, non-graphic[usually] kissing, the occasional swear word{it'll say [censored], tho...}, implications of more adult things, and other stuff)
When The Rain Falls
Chapter 1
- Spoiler:
It started the first day of school after Christmas break. That was the day my life changed. Whether it was for better or for worse, to this day I'm not sure.
“Hey! Amy!” I called, waving at her from a few spots away. I had just gotten out of my car, in the school parking lot, and it was the first day back from Christmas break. “Sarah!” she said excitedly, turning and waving me over. I grabbed my bag from my car, slammed the door, and jogged over. “Did you see him?” she asked excitedly, and I blinked. “Who?” I asked curiously. “The new kid,” she said, her eyes wide. So there was a new kid... “No,” I replied, blinking. She grinned at me. “Wait till you do.” I shrugged, and together we walked towards the school. “Sarah!” a voice called, and I turned slightly to see Shelby running over. “Ello!” she said, grinning. “Have you met Trent yet?” she asked, and I stared at her blankly. “The new kid,” she said, rolling her eyes. “No... How do you know his name?” I replied, and Amy stood beside me, eyes wide. “He's my cousin,” she said, with a characteristic lopsided grin. “Wow,” Amy said, grinning. I rolled my eyes. God, these two were such girls. “Let's just get inside,” I said, laughing quietly. The three of us continued on towards the door, Amy and Shelby talking excitedly about Trent. I sighed in exasperation, pushing through the doors. Instantly, I was hit with a wave of chatter; most of it about him. What boy is really that special? I thought. No new kid had ever gotten attention like this before. The first bell rang, and everyone moved away to their homerooms. I waved goodbye to Amy and Shelby; my homeroom was math, while they both had art. I walked into the room seconds before the late bell, smirking slightly.
That was when I saw him. I froze, eyes wide. Nearly everyone in the room was either watching him as I was, or whispering excitedly. He was tall; taller than me, and I was nearly six foot two, at only seventeen. He had a lean build, yet obviously wasn't weak. His skin was incredibly pale, a sharp contrast to his midnight black hair. He turned slightly, then, and I saw his eyes were an incredibly dark gray, nearly pure black. And his face... Well, to put it shortly, he was beautiful. I shook my head, scowling internally, and made my way to my seat. Then I noticed something... The only empty seat was directly behind me. Oh, you have got to be kidding. I thought in annoyance. He had been speaking quietly with the teacher the entire time, and now he turned, walking towards me. Not towards me. I corrected myself. Towards his seat. A few girls sitting beside each other not far away were whispering and giggling, and I saw him glance at them, a slight smirk on his face. Could he hear them? He was farther from them than I was, and I couldn't even hear them. I glanced down as he came closer, focusing on my notebook and the drawing I was starting. I felt eyes on me as he started to go past, and instantly my head snapped up, our gazes meeting. He looked... frustrated. Confused. He paused briefly, our gazes holding, and I felt everyone else's eyes on us. Then he moved on, slipping gracefully into the seat behind me. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding as his gaze left mine. I felt the back of my neck burning, and shook my head slightly, making sure my nearly shoulder-length black hair covered it.
Suddenly, I felt extremely self-conscious. Discretely, I glanced down at my outfit. The same thing I wore nearly everyday: dark jeans, shallow v-neck black long-sleeved shirt, plain black tennis shoes. Suddenly, it felt like... Too little, I guess. I shook my head, ignoring it. What was I thinking? Since when did I care what some guy thought of me? I focused on my notebook again as Mrs. Arnoldson(yeah, weird name, I know) started to speak. I absently drifted, starting to think about nothing in particular; but my hand was still moving. After a few moments, I glanced down, surprised to see what I'd drawn. It was Trent...and me. The background was a pale, rocky wall, obviously inside a cave or the outside of a cliff. His arms were wrapped around me, head bent and dark eyes closed. I could only see my back, and my hair dropped down it in waves. My arms were around his waist, and I was clearly relaxed. I cringed, tearing the paper from the notebook. I crumpled it into a ball, dropping it into my bag. I would go over that later. “Sarah?” Mrs. Arnoldson asked in an exasperated voice, and I realized she had said my name multiple times already. I glanced up, blinking. “Well?” she asked, gesturing to the board. “What's the answer?” I swept my eyes over it quickly, then answered, “The equation for slope is y=mx+b, in which m is slope.” Everyone, including Mrs. Arnoldson, stared at me in complete shock. We hadn't talked about anything like this even before Christmas break. Hey, what could I say? I was a math nerd. I'd completely finished reading our book. I heard a quiet laugh behind me, and glanced back, surprised. It was Trent. He was watching me, smiling slightly. I was completely melting under his gaze, and quickly turned back around. “Yes... Yes, that's correct, Sarah,” Mrs. Arnoldson said, after checking the book. I smirked slightly, looking down and starting to draw as she began talking again.
After a minute or so, I felt eyes on my back. I tried to ignore it, but after another minute and a half it was starting to annoy me. “What?” I finally snapped quietly, whirling around to, big surprise, see Trent watching me. “Interesting drawing,” he said quietly, pointing over my shoulder. I caught my breath, stunned at his voice. It was soft and mesmerizing, yet held a note of danger. I mentally shook myself, glancing down at the paper. It was one of the things I often drew; a midnight black wolf with icy blue eyes the same shade as mine, standing tall in the light of the moon, rain pouring around it. I don't know why I drew it so often... It was just something that felt normal. I shrugged slightly. “Not really,” I said quietly. “I draw the same thing all the time.” I glanced up again, and his gaze met mine. That frustrated, confused look had returned. “I see,” he murmured, looking distracted. I turned back around, slightly unnerved. He was just so... Different. I attempted to focus on my drawing again, but I was feeling too uneasy. Finally, finally the bell rung, and I was instantly on my feet. I grabbed my notebook and bag, quickly walking out of the room. Then I felt someone behind me. “Sarah, right?” came that soft, dangerous voice as he stepped up beside me. I was stunned. Why was he talking to me? In this school, I was... nobody. “Yeah,” I replied, blinking. “And you're Trent,” I said, smirking slightly. This seemed to surprise him. “Your cousin, Shelby, is one of my best friends,” I said as explanation.
He smirked slightly. “Somehow, that's not a surprise,” he replied. Huh. With all the mystery surrounding him, he's not that different. I thought. Boy, was I wrong. We walked in silence for a moment, then on a sudden impulse, I said, “Hey, you wanna sit with Shelby, Amy and me at lunch?” He blinked, glancing down at me, and I felt the back of my neck grow hot. “Sure,” he said, giving me a breath-taking smile. I stopped outside my classroom, biting my lip. “Well, um, see you later,” I said quietly. He nodded, watching me. He started to lift one hand, like he wanted to touch me, then turned and quickly walked away. I stared after him, frozen in place. Then I shook my head slightly, turning and walking into my language arts room. Thankfully, I had this class with Shelby. I dropped into my seat beside her, sighing. “So?” she asked, grinning. Apparently she'd known I had homeroom with him. “He's... Interesting,” I said, shrugging. She sighed, rolling her eyes. “You must have something beside that.” Beautiful, amazing, different, wonderful, enchanting, mysterious... “Nope,” I replied. “But...” She raised an eyebrow, glancing over at me. “But I asked him to sit with us at lunch,” I said, the back of my neck burning again. She grinned, laughing quietly. “Someone's got a crush,” she taunted quietly, winking. “That's not true!” I protested, narrowing my eyes at her. She just smiled, turning as the teacher walked in, instantly starting to talk. I ignored him, leaning back in my chair and kind of checking out. I let my mind drift, most often thinking about Trent. He was new, he was mysterious, he was amazing... And Shelby was right. I caught my breath as I realized that. I did like him. But he was... Well, he was amazing. And I was just an ordinary girl, a nobody. He would never like me, and I knew it. I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking about the picture I had drawn earlier. Oh, my God. I thought suddenly. Did he see that one, too?! I sat forward, breathing quickly. What if he had? What would that make him think of me? “Wassup?” Shelby asked quietly, glancing over. “Nothing,” I murmured, sighing. She shrugged, focusing on the teacher again
I was distracted like that until the bell rang. One more class until lunch. Now I was really freaking out. Shelby and I walked out together, talking quietly like mostly everyone else in the hallways. After a minute or so of walking, I heard footsteps approaching. I glanced up, expecting to see Amy, but froze in shock when I saw it was Trent. “Hey,” he said, glancing from me to Shelby. She was standing behind me, so I couldn't see what she did, but he scowled at her and she laughed quietly. “Catch ya later,” she said to me, turning and walking away. “What was that about?” I asked as we started to walk together, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow. “She was being annoying,” he replied, shrugging. Without warning, I realized I felt a bunch of people's eyes on me. I glanced around, to find nearly everyone watching us. “Everyone's staring,” I muttered. He glanced around, then shrugged. “No, not that guy,” he said, nodding slightly at some freshman talking animatedly with an annoyed looking junior. I laughed quietly, glancing up at him. He looked down at me, smiling. He was really pretty normal. We finally reached my next class, and he reached an arm around me, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open. “Ladies first,” he said, smirking slightly as he gestured with the other hand. I laughed quietly, walking in, and he followed me. I dropped into my seat, and he slid into the one next to me. “Ya know, it's kinda weird hanging out with you like this when I don't even really know you,” I said, looking over at him. “My favorite color's green, if that helps,” he replied, giving me a half-smile. “Not really,” I said, grinning and rolling my eyes. “Mmm...” he appeared to think for a moment. “Well, I just moved here from Arizona,” I raised an eyebrow at this, considering how incredibly pale he was, “my last name's Forest, umm... Shelby's my cousin, but you already knew that.” I laughed quietly, waving a hand at him. “Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, smiling slightly. Forest? What a weird last name. “You're from Arizona?” I asked incredulously. “Yeah,” he said, grinning. “I don't tan. Like, ever, apparently.” I rolled my eyes at him. Suddenly, the door opened, and the teacher walked in backwards, pulling a cart with a TV on it. The entire room cheered, but I just rolled my eyes. He parked the cart in the front of the room, slipping a tape into the like, thousand-year-old VCR beneath the TV. Everyone frantically moved their desks around to sit by their friends, and Trent moved his closer to me. “Movie days are so boring,” he muttered. “That's what makes them fun,” I replied, grinning. He laughed quietly, rolling his eyes, sitting right next to me. And I mean like, right next to me. The teacher started the movie, then hit the lights, and the room was plunged into darkness for a moment, until the screen lit up. I rested my arms up on my desk, and after a moment, I felt his arm touch mine. I caught my breath, looking at him out of the corner of my eye, but he was focused on the screen. After a few seconds, though, he looked over at me, smiling slightly.
I couldn't even focus on what the movie was about. I was totally focused on our arms, the small spot where his skin touched mine. He was incredibly warm, even though it was kinda chilly in the room. “This is so boring,” I muttered, resting my chin on one of my arms; the one he wasn't touching, of course. “I know,” he replied quietly, looking down at me. I felt his knee bump against mine, and electricity shot through me. Had he done that on purpose, or was it an accident? I tried my hardest to ignore how close the two of us were sitting, trying to focus on the screen. It was nearly impossible, with him sitting so close, constantly touching my arm. Jeezum. I thought in annoyance. I barely know him. I was relieved when the movie was over, only seconds before the bell rang for lunch. We walked out of the room together, once again greeted by stares and sideways looks. I scowled at everyone staring that I could catch the eye of, and they instantly looked away. I led Trent to the lunchroom, and we met up with Shelby and Amy at the doors. As Trent and Shelby walked slightly ahead of us, I noticed Amy staring at him, and gave her a hard look. “He's from Arizona?” she whispered incredulously to me, and I shrugged, rolling my eyes. I glanced at Trent to see a slight smirk on his face, and realized he must have heard her. The four of us walked into the lunchroom, quickly getting our food and walking to our table; it was in one of the corners, and the only one where we could hook up a computer. Shelby just about always had her computer, so if any of us needed to use one, we usually just borrowed hers for a few minutes. Amy and Shelby snagged two of the chairs next to each other, which forced me and Trent to sit by each other. He didn't appear to care, so I attempted to put on an impassive face. “So how's Arizona been?” Shelby asked Trent casually, but she was smirking. He scowled at her, apparently picking up on something I hadn't. “Fine, if you don't count the unbearable heat year-'round,” he replied, and I rolled my eyes. “Jeezum, you thought the heat was bad? Wait till you get a load of the winters here,” I said, grinning. Minnesota was most certainly a bad place to be in the winter. He glanced at me, and I smirked slightly. We discussed random stuff for a few more minutes, and it wasn't long before the bell rang for the next class.* * * * * * * * * * * *
I walked out of the school with Shelby and Amy, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. “God, that was awesome,” Shelby gasped, clutching at her side, and me and Amy nodded, grinning. “It's always epic when a moronic jock does something stupid,” I replied, gasping for air. “Totally,” Amy replied. “Anyway,” I said, finally getting my breath back. “You guys wanna come over and study for that stupid test?” I asked. “Sure,” Shelby replied, blinking. “Since I ride the bus, I'll ride with you and Shelby can follow,” Amy said, and I nodded. Then I noticed Trent sprinting towards us, and blinked. “You stalker,” Shelby said as he slowed down, walking up, and I smirked. He rolled his eyes, slipping into pace with us as we walked towards our cars. “What're you guys doing after school?” Amy waggled her eyebrows at me behind his back, and I kicked her in the shin, scowling. “Studying for the test,” Shelby replied, glaring at us, and I smiled innocently.”Gee, could you be any more boring?” he replied sarcastically, and the three of us rolled our eyes, perfectly in sync. He smirked at us, and Shelby grinned. “Wanna come?” she asked, and I rolled my eyes at her. “Sure,” he said, shrugging. “Nothing better to do.”
“So, your place?” Shelby asked me as we continued through the parking lot. “Sure,” I replied. Really, we could've gone to any of our houses and it would have felt like home; we'd been best friends since we were little kids. Shelby and Trent moved off as Amy and I slipped into my car. She giggled slightly as I threw the car into gear, pulling out of the parking lot. “You like him, don't you?” she asked, grinning, and I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, feeling the back of my neck grow hot. “Dunno what you're talking about,” I muttered, and she grinned at me but fell silent. It wasn't long before we pulled into my driveway, walking inside to wait for Shelby and Trent. “We're home!” Amy called, and I grinned, rolling my eyes at her. “Hey, guys, what's up?” my mom asked, leaning out of her kitchen with a dish towel. “Dad hurt himself again?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the slight red stain on the towel, and she smirked. It was common knowledge my dad regularly hurt himself trying to fix stuff he didn't know how to fix. “You guys hungry?” was her reply, which made that a clear yes. “Nah, we're good,” I replied quickly. “We're still waiting for Shelby and Trent, anyway,” Amy added, and my mom raised an eyebrow. “Trent?” she questioned, glancing at me, and I shrugged. “Shelby's cousin,” I said over my shoulder, leading Amy to the living room. “Out,” I snapped at my eight-year-old brother, who sighed and rolled his eyes, standing up and walking out. We wasted time watching TV until, after about five minutes, the door opened and closed again. “We're here,” Shelby announced, unnecessarily loud, as she and Trent walked into the living room. I smirked at her, pulling my backpack over with my foot, wrestling the remote from Amy at the same time. She glared at me as I flipped to MTV, pulling my book out. “Mmmkay,” I said distractedly as Shelby snatched the only other chair and Trent rolled his eyes, sitting on the floor by my legs. “What the heck is aborrecimiento supposed to mean?” I asked in exasperation, glaring at the Spanish dictionary thing. “I think it means like, love or something?” Amy suggested, and Shelby rolled her eyes, leaning over to smack her. “That's amor, you loser,” Shelby said, and I rolled my eyes. “Loathing,” Trent said suddenly, and all three of us turned to stare at him. “That's what it means,” he said, blinking. I rolled my eyes, leaning over to grab my pencil, and swore loudly suddenly. Three gazes turned to me as I pulled my hand back, cradling it against my chest. “Stupid, stupid scissors,” I muttered, standing up and attempting to stop the bleeding. That was what happened when mom let my brother near, well, anything. It got left lying around, and typically ended up hurting someone. I dashed to the kitchen, and since my mom was gone, figured she was outside or upstairs. I turned on the faucet, holding my hand under the cold water as I searched the cabinet above my head for the medical stuff. “Where the heck is it?” I snapped in irritation. “Right here,” came Trent's voice right behind me suddenly, and I whirled around, eyes wide. He was standing not far behind me, pointing at the counter, where my mom had left it. “Oh,” I muttered, embarrassed, and dug through it, grabbing a band-aide and some antibacterial stuff. I felt nervous with his eyes on me, trying not to look at him as I pressed a towel to my still-bleeding hand, while I applied the antibacterial stuff to the band-aide, then quickly pulled the towel away and put it on.
We stood in awkward silence as I quickly washed the towel as best I could, throwing it on the counter. I then quickly hurried out towards the living room, neck burning as I accidentally brushed against him walking out. I heard his quiet footsteps behind me as I walked into the living room, flopping back onto the couch and trying to act casual. “Well, anyway,” I sighed, glaring at the scissors as I grabbed my pencil.”So, what now?” I asked, and Shelby smirked at me. “Loathing,” she replied, pointing at the first question on our study sheet thing. I nodded, quickly writing it down. Trent dropped onto the floor again, leaning against the couch beside my legs. For some reason I automatically wanted to edge away from him, but resisted the urge, moving on to our next question. “Okay, what's--” I started, but suddenly my mom called from the kitchen, “Brownies!” Shelby and Amy squeed, leaping to their feet and rushing into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at them, not realizing Trent was looking at the sheet I was holding. “Beautiful,” he said, and I glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow. “That's what hermoso means,” he replied, smirking at me and pointing at the sheet. I rolled my eyes, quickly writing it down. Just the two of us(okay, mostly him...all him) got nearly half the sheet done before Amy and Shelby walked back in, both of them with brownies. “You dirty hoarders,” I said, scowling. “I shouldn't let you into our kitchen anymore.” They just grinned at me, flopping back into their seats. “Whoa, how did you get all that done?” Shelby asked with wide eyes, peering at the sheet. “Trent,” I replied, pointing at him, and he smirked. “Figures,” Amy said, rolling her eyes. “Like, the only words you know in Spanish are 'yes' and 'no'. The only reason you know 'no',” we all snickered at this, “is because it's exactly the same.”
“Oh, whatever,” I said, grinning. It didn't take long to finish the sheet after that, and the four of us just sat around eating brownies, talking about random stuff and watching TV for a bit. Eventually my brother walked in, and I sighed in exasperation as he flopped onto my lap. “What do you want?” I asked, ruffling his hair, and he grinned at me. “I got bored, so I came to see what you guys were doing.” Amy, Shelby and I all rolled our eyes, and Trent smirked slightly. My brother squirmed slightly and whispered in my ear, “Is he your boyfriend?”, pointing at Trent. I nearly choked, nudging him away from me with my elbow. “God, no!” I gasped, coughing. The other three stared at us, and I scowled at them. I noticed Trent was snickering slightly, and couldn't help but wonder if he'd heard my brother. “Scram, Adam,” I said, scowling at him. He sighed, slipping off my lap and dashing out of the room again. “What an annoyance,” Shelby said when he was gone, leaning over to snatch the remote from Amy. She made a pouting face, but Shelby just grinned, starting to channel flip. “You don't have to—Wait, never mind, you basically do live with him,” I said, and she turned to grin at me. “You guys staying for dinner?” my mom asked, leaning into the living room, and I checked my watch to find it was almost already five thirty. “What do you think, mom?” was Shelby's instant reply, not looking up from the TV, and my mom didn't even bat an eye. That's one of the conveniences of having know Shelby and Amy since we were like, not old enough to talk. “Of course,” Amy said, glancing up. The four of us glanced at Trent, and he smirked slightly. “Sure, why not?” he replied, and I rolled my eyes. “Okay, it'll be around twenty minutes,” my mom replied, disappearing again. Only minutes later, my dad walked in, sighing. I noticed a band-aide over his nose, and couldn't help but snort at him. He just rolled his eyes, flopping onto the couch beside me when I scooted over. “What's up, guys?” he asked. “Not much,” Shelby and Amy replied in sync, not glancing up. I snickered at them, and Trent rolled his eyes. Trent grew(apparently) distracted with the TV, and my dad glanced at me, then down at him. “Shelby's cousin,” I mouthed, and he nodded slightly. God, how come every time one of my family members saw me with him they assumed he was my boyfriend or something? Because they've been waiting for something to happen for three years, ever since The Incident. Said a voice in the back of my mind, and I instantly blocked it out. No, no way was I going to think about that right now. But, of course, then I couldn't help it. “I'll be right back,” I mumbled, already feeling tears sting the back of my eyes, and jumped to my feet, rushing from the room. The only person in the room I could tell was surprised was Trent. Ever since The Incident, no one was surprised when I suddenly burst into tears or rushed from the room whenever something even slightly relating to it came up. That's why people were careful with their words around me. I sprinted up the stairs, straight into my room, and closed the door as quietly as possible behind me. I let out a quiet sob, dropping onto the bed, head buried in my pillow as I let the emotions, tears and memories engulf me.
Some time later, I heard my door open and close quietly, and then the bed sank slightly near my legs. “Go away,” I mumbled into my pillow, refusing to look up. “What happened?” Trent asked quietly, and I caught my breath, looking up. I looked at him for a moment, then dropped my head down again. “Don't wanna talk about it,” I muttered, refusing to look up and meet his eyes. I felt him shift slightly on the bed, then his hand was resting gently on my back. “Sarah...” I closed my eyes for a moment, then slowly sat up, moving so my back was against the wall. I pulled my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees. And then, in hushed tones, I told him all about The Incident. I had no idea why I was revealing the most embarrassing and horrific time in my life, along with everything I'd felt during it, to him when I'd only met him that day. But I had started this, and it was too late to go back now. I don't know how long passed as he listened silently while I explained everything, but it was quite a while. “I'm sorry,” he whispered when I was done, and I silently set my chin on my knees, closing my eyes. We sat in silence for a few minutes, then I was hit with a sudden impulse. I was certainly all about those sudden impulses lately. I don't know why, but I felt like I could trust him with my life. And so, silently, I rolled up my shirt sleeves to the shoulder, exposing the near hundreds of scars there. It was something no one, not even Shelby and Amy, knew about. And it was why I always wore long sleeves. He actually gasped, eyes widening slightly as he saw my arms. “What did you do?” Trent asked, sounding horrified, reaching out and running his fingers over a few of the scars. “For nearly a year and a half after... The Incident,” I said quietly, looking anywhere but his eyes. “I...well, I cut myself. I just couldn't deal with the pain.” I closed my eyes, trying to resist the tears threatening to brim again. “I'm sorry,” he said quietly, and I opened my eyes again to see him watching me, looking like he wanted to reach out and touch me again. That was when I really lost it. I moved closer, curling up against him, dropping my head onto his shoulder and just sobbing. He wrapped one arm around me, staying silent the entire time, obviously knowing nothing he said would make me feel any better. After a while I sat back slightly, brushing my hair out of my face and rubbing my eyes on my sleeve. “Sorry,” I muttered apologetically, glancing away from him. “It's fine,” he said quietly, smiling slightly as I glanced back at him. I realized suddenly that, subconsciously, we were leaning towards each other, and I held my breath, meeting his gaze. “Sarah? Trent?” came Amy's voice suddenly, knocking lightly on my door, and we both jumped at least a foot in the air. I rushed to roll down the sleeve that was still up to my shoulder, swiftly moving away from Trent as the door opened. Amy took in my, I assumed, still slightly tear-stained face, her gaze growing apologetic. “Sorry,” she said. “But dinner's ready.” I nearly started laughing at that, amazing myself. The two of us stood, quickly following Amy out of the room.
Nobody said anything about the tears when we walked into the living room and I attempted to dry my face. It was normal around here. But as we started to eat dinner, everything went back to normal. “Moooom,” Adam whined, glaring at her. “Did you have to make spaghetti agaaaain?” Everyone just rolled their eyes, for the most part ignoring him. “What are you two doing?” I asked incredulously, watching Amy and Shelby throw noodles at each other. They paused to grin at me, and Amy took the advantage of Shelby's back being turned to chuck a noodle into her hair. I snickered, surprised at how easily everything had gone back to normal. Usually it took hours, maybe a day if not more. But, despite how normal I was acting, I was internally freaking over the near-kiss with Trent upstairs earlier. “Yo, Forest,” Shelby said, leaning around me, and he glanced up, raising an eyebrow at her. “Where's my phone?” she asked, wrinkling her nose slightly. “You had it last.” He grinned innocently, winking at me when she glanced at Amy to bat a noodle away, and I coughed loudly, trying and completely failing to hide a snort. Shelby glared at me, narrowing her eyes. “Alright, what do you know?” she asked, snatching a noodle from Adam's plate and waving it at me. “I am so not afraid to use this.” Everyone, even my parents and Adam, burst into hysterical laughter, all trying not to tip our plates. “Oh, God,” I gasped, holding my side and trying to breathe. “Are you trying to kill us all or something?” This, naturally, caused everyone to start laughing again. After a few seconds, though, I was distracted by Trent. Typically. I like the sound of his laugh. I realized. It was... I didn't know how to describe it. Finally we managed to finish eating, and Amy and Shelby instantly herded me into the kitchen, abandoning poor Trent to my parents and Adam. “Alright, spill,” Shelby said, hopping in excited circles around me as I started to clean the dishes. “Spill what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened upstairs?!” Amy whined, hopping up and down on my shoulders. “Nothing,” was my instant, automatic, drilled-into-my-brain response. They both glared at me, and I sighed. “I told him about... The Incident,” I said, shrugging. Both of them instantly tensed, watching me warily, and I surprised myself when I didn't feel the hot sting of tears in my eyes. Mentioning it was all it took most of the time. It was him. I realized in shock. Telling him everything, showing him what even Shelby and Amy don't know about... I actually feel like I might heal sometime within the next few years. “Okay, so what happened after that?” Shelby asked, hopping up to sit on the counter beside the sink. “I sobbed my freaking eyes out on his shoulder,” I replied, refusing to look up at either of them. I could feel their gazes boring holes through my head, and finally looked up, scowling. “Are you serious?” Shelby asked quietly, glancing at the doorway as if Trent might be standing there, listening. Heck, maybe he could hear us. Who knew? “That's... whoa,” Amy agreed, nodding.
I simply shrugged, wiping my hands off on the towel. My sleeves were slightly wet, but that happened every time I did the dishes or washed my hands when someone else was around. I just couldn't reveal those scars. I quickly fled back to the living room, sensing Amy and Shelby right behind me. I grabbed Adam from the couch beside Trent, pulling him off, then flopped into his spot, pulling him up on my lap. He glared at me briefly, but didn't protest, and I smirked at him. Shelby and Amy managed to find places to sit, my parents rolling their eyes. “Ooh, wanna play Halo?” Shelby asked my dad, grinning. He grinned right back. “One on one?” he replied, grabbing the Xbox controllers. I sighed in exasperation as Shelby nodded eagerly. The rest of us sat around talking about nothing in particular while those two tried to kill each other over and over. Occasionally, I would notice Trent's hand brushing against my arm, and tried to act like I didn't. Finally, at around ten thirty, the others had to go. “Cya tomorrow, guys,” I said, trailing after them to the door. When Amy and Shelby turned to walk out, Trent briefly touched my hand, slipping a piece of paper into my palm, then followed them. I gazed after him for a moment, then closed the door, slipping the paper into my pocket. I would examine it upstairs. “I'm gonna get some sleep,” I said, pausing at the living room doorway. My mom raised an eyebrow, but nodded. “See you in the morning,” my dad said absently, watching TV. “Night, Care Bear,” Adam said, and I rolled my eyes at him. I tried not to sprint upstairs, closing my door silently once I was in my room. I dropped onto the bed, pulling the slip of paper out of my pocket and unfolding it. I almost started to laugh when I saw a phone number written across it. He has nice handwriting. I thought distractedly, then shook my head. God, I was going insane. I glanced longingly at one of my dresser drawers, rubbing a hand over my arm, then shook my head slightly. No, I couldn't. I'd managed to avoid it for months. Yeah, so I hadn't told him the entire truth; I still did it occasionally. But it was rare now, every few months normally, only when I got extremely stressed. I set the paper with Trent's number on my dresser, quickly changing into pajamas and flipping off my light. I curled up under my blankets, closing my eyes.
I don't know how long I lay there, wide awake, but it was well over two hours. Finally, I grabbed my cellphone and the piece of paper, quickly memorizing the number and then dialing it. He picked up on the first ring, which surprised me. “Hello? Sarah?” I took a deep breath, sitting against the wall and curling my legs up. “Hi,” I whispered, not wanting to wake up my parents or brother. “Why the heck are you calling me at midnight?” he asked, laughing quietly. I didn't answer for a minute, and finally he asked, “Sarah?” I crept over to my door briefly to make sure no one was awake, then whispered, “You know the forest behind my house?” I could almost sense his confusion, but he instantly answered, “Yeah.” I quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans, slipping out of my room and downstairs. “Can you meet me there?” I asked, talking a bit louder now. “Be right there,” he replied instantly, and I quickly snapped the phone shut. I sprinted from the house, turning and dashing into the trees behind it, towards the river. I slowed as I reached the bank, sitting on my knees beside the flowing water. I couldn't take this, and figured that he could keep me from going too far. I pulled the sharp piece of glass from my pocket, where I'd shoved it, finding one of the bare spots on my left arm. I took a deep breath, holding my arm over the water and taking the glass to it. I gasped slightly at the initial pain as blood started to flow, closing my eyes. It wasn't long before I heard running footsteps behind me. “God, Sarah!” Trent said, sounding furious as he snatched the glass from my hand. “If I'd know you were calling me out here so you could try and kill yourself, I wouldn't have agreed to this.” I opened my eyes, raising an eyebrow at him. “Kill myself?” I repeated, gesturing to my already scarred arms. He pretended not to hear, sitting beside me. “That terrified me,” he said quietly, staring at me. I glanced away from his gaze, noticing with a start he was shirtless, wearing only jeans. He pulled me closer to him, and I blushed slightly, but he ignored it, pressing the edge of the shirt he was holding against my new wound. “I'm sorry,” I whispered, glancing up at him. “Don't do that again,” he replied, meeting my gaze, his voice sounding strained. I nodded slightly, noticing, as I had in school earlier that day, that his skin was unusually warm. I curled against him, leaning my head against his chest, sighing slightly. He silently wrapped his arms around me, rubbing one hand gently up and down my back. “So, why did you call me out here, exactly?” he asked quietly after a few minutes. “Couldn't sleep,” I murmured, eyes closed. I felt him nod slightly, then he suddenly tensed, hand pausing in a spot directly across the back of my shoulders. “What's that?” he asked slowly, and I opened my eyes, looking up at him. Shameless, I pulled down the shoulder of my shirt, exposing the scar winding across the back of my shoulders. It started nearly at my left wrist, going up my arm and across the back of my shoulders, down to my right wrist. Amid the other scars on my arms, they were barely noticeable... Until you saw the other part on my bare back. He moved his hand up slightly, running his fingers along the scar. “Is that from...” he paused for a moment, then continued, “The Incident?”
I nodded weakly, but didn't even cry, which was a good sign. “Yeah,” I said softly. “Matt did that to me.” Saying his name nearly made me start sobbing again, but I held it back, having had enough of that for one day. “My God,” he whispered, pulling me closer to him. “I'm so sorry.” I shook my head weakly, breathing in his scent. “Not your fault,” I muttered. He didn't reply, just held me silently. I could already feel myself falling asleep, but I didn't have the energy to walk back to the house. So, of course, I fell asleep against him.
I laughed loudly along with the others, the eight of us sauntering down the path, towards the lake. Matt had his arm draped across my shoulders, and he briefly nuzzled me just under the ear. I blushed slightly, turning my head to kiss him full on the lips. The other six snickered, but we ignored them. I turned to face forward again, all of us continuing to walk. “I dare you to jump off the dock,” Amanda laughed, nudging Jason with her elbow. “Then you're coming with me,” he replied, snorting. “Better idea,” I chimed in, and everyone glanced at me. “Let's all jump off the dock!” We all laughed again, starting to sprint to get there quicker. Finally, the eight of us were gathered on the dock, nearly the end. Matt and I were in front, Amanda, Jason and Cody right behind us. Alissa, Alexia and James behind them. “Ready?” I asked, and everyone nodded eagerly. It was the last day of summer camp, the summer before I started ninth grade. We all took deep breaths, leaping from the dock at exactly the same time. I plunged into the freezing water beside Matt, my waist-length black hair splaying out above me as I sank down. I heard lots of splashing, and kicked up, surfacing, nearly out of air. Then I realized something; no one else but Matt had come up. And I could hold my breath the longest out of us all. “Where are the others?” I asked, turning to look at him. He grinned coldly, and I once again noticed his strangely sharp canine teeth. “Dead,” he whispered, that bright gray gaze fixed on me. I caught my breath, staring into his eyes as he slightly shook out his pale blond hair. I instantly relaxed, though, smirking at him. “Okay, seriously, where are they?” I asked again, glancing around. “I'm dead serious,” he replied, and I looked back at him again. The warm glow usually in his eyes was gone, replaced by cold empty-ness. “Matt?” I asked, scared now. He lunged for me, and I screamed, frantically leaping onto the dock, scrambling to get away. He followed right behind me, leaping on my back the second my feet hit the ground. I fell heavily, his full weight on my hips. “Matt,” I said loudly, terrified. “Get off.” He completely ignored me. Suddenly, I felt his hands wrap around to my front, up a lot higher than I would have liked. “Get off!” I screeched, struggling to get him away from me. “Shut up, [censored],” he snarled, clapping one hand over my mouth, the other remaining on my chest. Then he forced me to raise my arms, yanking my t-shirt off. “Matt,” I whispered, closing my eyes, swearing I could feel my heart breaking. “I said shut up!” he snapped, and I gasped in pain as I suddenly felt a knife dig into my left wrist. He slashed the knife all the way up my arm, across the back of my shoulders, and down to my right wrist. I was sobbing silently now, feeling the blood flow out. Then I felt him lower his head to my back, the open cut across my shoulders. And I felt him lick me, tasting the blood there. “Get. Off. Me!” I screamed, lashing out at him. I rolled over, throwing him down, and jumped him. I landed quite a few good hits right to his jaw and temples, and he was unconscious quickly, those unusually long teeth glinting in the moonlight, tinged with red. I continued sobbing, crawling off him to sit on my knees beside him. I didn't even notice the smoke and flames until the firetrucks peeled in, firemen rushing over to us. I was instantly moved to an ambulance as they tried to treat the wounds he'd caused. I don't know what they did with him, but I later learned Matt had died. I had killed him.
I woke taking a breath to scream, but there was instantly a hand over my mouth. No! My brain screamed at me, wide away in seconds. He's back! He didn't die, and he's back to finish it! He's going to kill you! Then I glanced back, realizing with extreme relief it was Trent lying beside me, his hand gently over my mouth. Wait a second... I realized we were in my room, and I was curled up on my bed near the wall. He was stretched out beside me, lying very, very close. Slowly, when he realized I wasn't going to scream after all, he moved his hand back to it's previous place on my shoulder. “What happened?” I whispered, turning my head slightly to look at him. “You fell asleep, so I carried you back to your room,” he murmured in my ear. “Why are you still here?” I replied instantly, still whispering. “I was afraid that if I left, you would do the same thing as earlier,” he murmured back, and I suddenly realized that he was still shirtless. But then, his shirt was probably stained with my blood. “You were dreaming about him, weren't you?” he asked quietly. “How did you know?” I replied, shifting my gaze to stare at the wall. “You were muttering,” he said, and I felt him laugh silently. “What did I say?” I asked, scared now. “His name. And 'get off' a few times,” he replied, running his fingers over the scar on my shoulders. I tried to ignore the horrible feelings that awoke in me, sighing quietly. “I haven't had that dream for nearly a year,” I muttered, closing my eyes again, shivering slightly. I wasn't cold or afraid, though; it was from his touch. Which, thank God, he didn't realize. “Hey,” he murmured quietly, and I felt his breath on my ear. “You're fine.” I nodded slightly and, getting another of those sudden impulses I'd had a lot of lately, shifted in his arms so I was facing him. He tensed slightly for a moment, staring down at me, then relaxed, running one hand up and down my back. I dropped my head onto his shoulder, sighing quietly. “What time is it?” I muttered, suppressing another shudder at the touch of his hand on my back. “Nearly two thirty,” he said, and I felt him rest his cheek on the top of my head. This was the closet I'd been to any guy at all for nearly four years, and I was suddenly terrified, remembering last time a boy got this close to me. Then he was trying to kill me. Now... what? I wasn't sure at all what my relationship with Trent was, but I knew one thing for certain. This was going to make us a lot closer. “I'm sorry about this,” I sighed, hands against his chest. “You can go home, if you want.”
“And if I don't want to?” he asked quietly, tone completely normal. I couldn't help but grin into his shoulder. “Than don't,” I replied, equally quiet, edging back just a tiny bit so my arms had some room. He laughed quietly, pretty much pressed right up against me. I ran my fingers across his chest, sighing. “Try and get some sleep,” he suggested, fingers running down up and down my spine, making it tingle. I was tempted to throw his line back at him, And if I don't want to? But decided against it. “Okay,” I murmured, realizing I was almost more tired than before I'd fallen asleep the first time. I closed my eyes, instantly starting to fall asleep. But, in my last moments awake, I could swear I felt him press his lips to my hair, and hear him murmur, “Goodnight, mi amor,” but then I was out.
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by shadowsowner888 5/24/2010, 7:52 pm
Oooh, this is quite enjoyable! x3 I quite like Trent . . .
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by ForeverHaunted 5/24/2010, 8:27 pm
x) Yes. I like him too =D Bwahahaha, I stole him from Lightie-sama...
Sadly, I had chapt. 1 finished&half of chapter two... Then a storm turned our power off&murdered the computer with my documents, so now I have to type it allll up again @_@
Sadly, I had chapt. 1 finished&half of chapter two... Then a storm turned our power off&murdered the computer with my documents, so now I have to type it allll up again @_@
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by shadowsowner888 5/24/2010, 10:55 pm
Oh, that stinks! D: I'm sorry bout that.
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by Love_is_Lightning 5/25/2010, 12:03 am
O_O ROTFL. XD Trent ish one of meh characters that Silenty-sama ish in love with ^-^ O_O Please don't kill me ;D
& Wow majorly. <<_<< Gl typing it all up again? ;]
& Wow majorly. <<_<< Gl typing it all up again? ;]
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by ForeverHaunted 5/25/2010, 12:14 am
*sniffles* It's so DEPRESSING...
&&Yes. Yes I am. X)
That... Is gonna take hours to re-type. And I can't even remember it all @_@ So now a bunch of stuff will be changed... >_>
&&Yes. Yes I am. X)
That... Is gonna take hours to re-type. And I can't even remember it all @_@ So now a bunch of stuff will be changed... >_>
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by xxevrrmorrx113 5/27/2010, 9:38 pm
I really like it so far ^^ I can't wait to see what you re-write xDD
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by Love_is_Lightning 5/28/2010, 1:02 am
*just finishes reading it*
Oh my.... -can't even say a full sentance-
This is so freaking good, Silenty-sama!!
-passes out-
This is totally my favorite of books I've read online xD
& is this what you wouldn't show me? D:
Oh my.... -can't even say a full sentance-
This is so freaking good, Silenty-sama!!
-passes out-
This is totally my favorite of books I've read online xD
& is this what you wouldn't show me? D:
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by ForeverHaunted 5/28/2010, 1:05 am
O.O.... Thanks =D I doth now love you X)
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by Love_is_Lightning 5/28/2010, 1:19 am
X] ilyt. Or, in even shorter, Rawr. =D
& =O! Well, I'm just glad now I understand. ^^'' -tackle hugs her- IT'S GONNA BE OKAY!! =O **has been eating pure sugar**
& =O! Well, I'm just glad now I understand. ^^'' -tackle hugs her- IT'S GONNA BE OKAY!! =O **has been eating pure sugar**
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Re: When The Rain Falls(Chapter 2 up)
by ForeverHaunted 6/4/2010, 5:24 am
Chapter 2
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When I woke in the morning, the first things I noticed were that the bed felt strangely empty, and that my window, which I was certain had been closed last night, was wide open. The next things I noticed were that my door was opening and my arms were completely exposed. I quickly pulled the blanket up, covering them, just as the door opened slightly and my mom leaned her head around the corner. “Morning,” she said, raising an eyebrow at me. “You seemed kind of feverish and restless this morning, so you're home from school.” I stared at her blankly for a few seconds, then gasped. “What? But I have to go!” She raised an eyebrow, opening the door a bit further. “Why?” she asked slowly, glancing me over, huddling beneath my blankets. “Because... um...” I sighed in defeat, having no excuse. “Fine,” I muttered, and she smirked triumphantly, leaving again and closing the door behind her. I slipped out of bed, padding barefoot over to the window. I leaned out, glancing around, for some reason thinking Trent might still be here. I sighed, hair falling around my face, starting to pull back. “Looking for something?” he called from beneath me, and I jumped, banging my head on the windowsill. I swore under my breath, glancing down to glare at him. He grinned, before scrambling into the tree next to my window. “Are you insane?” I hissed as he reached over, grabbing the windowsill beside my hands. I was seriously starting to doubt his sanity. He just smirked at me, gesturing for me to move back. I sighed in exasperation, but obliged, and he quickly scrambled into a crouch on the sill. I dropped down to sit on my bed, smirking at him and absently rubbing the back of my head. “You okay?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing slightly, and he slipped off the windowsill, into my room. “Huh? Oh, I'm fine,” I replied, blinking, dropping my hand. He sat down beside me, rolling his eyes. “You just enjoy pain, don't you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me, and I scowled. I grabbed my sweatshirt off the floor beside my bed, starting to pull it on. He watched in silence as I slipped it over my head, and I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged. “Hey,” I said, suddenly remembering. “Didn't you say something to me last night, right before I fell asleep?” He blinked, looking surprised, and gave me an odd look. “No,” he said slowly. “What did you think I said?” I shrugged, glancing away. I was obviously losing my mind. “Wait a second,” I said, turning to stare at him. “What the heck are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in school?” He gave me a lopsided grin that reminded me a lot of Shelby, winking. “Yeah, I'm supposed to be,” he replied, and I laughed quietly, rolling my eyes. “Great, so now I'm hanging out with three bad influences,” I said, snickering. He laughed quietly, grinning at me. “What do you think my mom would say if she caught us in here?” I asked, smirking. He smirked as well, clearly enjoying the same mental images as I was of my mom's shocked and possibly both horrified and gleeful expression. I chuckled, leaning against him, once again noticing the heat radiating from his skin. “Why the heck are you always so hot?” I asked, looking up at him.
I realized just a bit too late how many ways that could be taken, and blushed. “Er, I meant--” He grinned, cutting me off. “Yeah, I get what you meant. And honestly? I don't know.” I nodded slightly, still a bit embarrassed just thinking about how he could have taken that. We suddenly heard footsteps approaching, and shared a wide-eyed glance, our gazes fixing on the door again as the knob started to turn. Trent moved so fast I barely even saw him, but suddenly he was pressed flat against the wall beside the doorway. The door opened, and Adam walked in, yawning, looking sick and feverish. “Hey, Care Bear,” he mumbled, crawling up onto the bed beside me. Oh, God. I was gonna get no end of crap from Trent about that later. Speaking of... I glanced at him, gesturing over Adam's head as he curled against me that it was fine. “What's up, Addy?” I asked, wrapping an arm around him as Trent dropped onto the bed beside us. Adam glanced up at him, not seeming at all surprised to see him there. “Mom thinks I have the flu,” he said quietly, curling up on my lap and resting his head in the crook of my arm. “That sucks,” I sighed, stroking his back in a way similar to what Trent had done last night. I quickly wiped that thought from my mind, blinking. “Being sick is never fun,” Trent put in, dropping backwards on the bed to lie with his hands beneath his head. “No kidding,” I said sarcastically, and he snickered at me. “Adam!” my mom's voice called from downstairs, and he sighed, opening his eyes. “Cya later, Sare. Cya, Trent,” he muttered, trudging out of the room. “Poor kid,” I sighed, flopping back beside Trent and closing my eyes. For some reason, I was still exhausted. “Tired,” I mumbled. I heard and felt him laugh quietly, then he moved slightly closer to me. All of a sudden, I felt his lips pressed against my forehead, and my eyes flew open. He shifted, resting his forehead against mine, smiling slightly at me. I caught my breath, staring into his eyes.
And then I pulled back. I moved quickly, shifting away from him. He blinked a couple times, staring at me in slight surprise. I took a deep breath, glancing away from him. “Sorry,” he said quietly, shifting away slightly as well. I instantly felt guilty, but tried to suppress it. Matt. I had a reason to be terrified of getting too close to him, at least... Matt. I absently touched my left wrist, right where the scar started, flinching slightly. “Sarah,” he said quietly, reaching over and touching my shoulder. “I'm sorry,” he said again, and I glanced over at him. “I shouldn't have done that,” he muttered, pulling his hand back and looking away. “No,” I said, my brain obviously unable to catch up with my mouth. “I'm glad you did.” He glanced at me, blinking slightly. No! Shut up! Part of my brain shouted, but I kept talking. “It's me,” I continued, staring at the ceiling. “I'm just...so terrified to get close to a guy again after what Matt did, you know?” He nodded slightly, and I glanced at him. “So basically, you need time?” he asked quietly, and I sighed, nodding. I sat up, and he followed suit. “If time is what you need, you can have eternity,” he said softly, and I smiled slightly. I hesitated for a moment, then reached over, twining my fingers with his. He glanced at me in surprise, then grinned, tightening his grip slightly. I heard footsteps approaching, and automatically pulled away, glancing apologetically at him. My mom leaned in, blinking in surprise when she saw Trent. “You must not have noticed,” I said, quickly coming up with an excuse. “He came over a while ago and I went downstairs to let him in.” She nodded slightly, clearly accepting this. “Must have been while I was taking care of your brother. Anyway, I'm going shopping. Need anything?” I shook my head, and she glanced at Trent. He seemed slightly surprised by this, but shook his head slightly. “Okay, Adam is going with me, and we'll be back in about an hour and a half.” She briefly gave me a look that I interpreted as Stay safe. And I nearly snarled at her, but then she turned and walked out. “My family is driving me insane,” I muttered, pulling my feet up under me. “Why?” he asked, smirking slightly. “Cause they automatically assume we're going out or something, because this is the first time I've really hung out with a boy in almost four years,” I sighed. I blinked a few times, struggling to stay awake. “You should get some sleep,” he advised, smiling slightly at me. “Whatever,” I mumbled, but dropped down on the bed, curling up on my side. He stretched out beside me, and I moved slightly closer, feeling safer knowing he was there. He stretched one arm across me, taking my hand, and I smiled slightly as I closed my eyes. Then suddenly, it hit me. Last night, he had said something. He had lied about it when I asked earlier. And I knew exactly what he'd said. Goodnight, mi amor. He had called me 'my love'. I nearly gasped as I realized this, but stayed silent and still, slowing my breathing so it appeared I was asleep. I realized he must be just as exhausted as I was, because after a few minutes, his breathing slowed as well.
Slowly, carefully, I pulled my hand from his. He didn't stir, and I breathed a near-silent sigh of relief. I carefully slipped out from under his grip, jumping soundlessly off the bed. I paused briefly, watching him for a moment. And then I couldn't help it. I slowly reached out, stroking my fingers across his bare back briefly. Then I noticed something I'd apparently been too exhausted and delirious to notice before; his entire back was completely covered with scars. For some reason, gazing at the many violent-looking scars on his back, fury took hold of me, nearly drowning any sense. I quickly shook myself out of it, and couldn't help but wonder if that was how he felt when he saw my arms yesterday, and then the scar on my back. I quickly turned, slipping out of the room, walking quickly down the stairs. The house was silent, sunlight shining dimly through the windows. I grabbed the phone off the table, walking outside. I dialed Shelby's number without even really looking at it. “Yo, wassup?” she answered on the third ring. “Hold on, going three way,” I replied, quickly punching in Amy's number and putting us all on the same line. “What's up?” Amy asked. I glanced at my watch briefly, realizing school was just getting out, so they were probably in the parking lot or, in Amy's case, on the bus. “I have a problem,” I replied, absently walking away from the house, towards the trees. “Which would be?” Amy replied, at the same time Shelby said, “We all know you have problems, Sare-ness.” I rolled my eyes, and Amy sighed in exasperation. “I think...” I paused for a moment, running one hand across the trunk of a tree. “I think I'm in love with Trent,” I said quietly, as if my subconscious was telling me he might be listening. Silence on the other end. Then suddenly... both girls squealed at the same time, and I could just see them bouncing up and down. “Are you serious?” Shelby replied, and I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I said softly, just realizing this myself. “I am.” I knew what they were thinking. They were thinking that finally, I had fallen for someone again, after four years of torturing myself, blaming myself for what Matt did. “What about him?” Amy replied quietly as I climbed slowly into a tree near the water. “I think he feels the same way,” I muttered, thinking about what I knew he had said last night. “Ya know, that's kinda creepy,” Shelby said suddenly. “I mean, since he's my cousin and all... ya know?” I smirked slightly, pulling my sweatshirt off and draping it across a branch of the tree I was now sitting in. “So you gonna tell him?” she continued, and I cringed slightly. “No,” I replied, leaning my head back against the tree. “Not yet.”
“Not yet what?” came Trent's voice from right beneath me suddenly, and I nearly screamed, grabbing the branch above my head for support as I look down at him, eyes wide. “How much of that did you hear?” I asked, voice unusually high, and he snickered at me. “What happened?” Shelby and Amy chorused at the same time, and I ignored them as Trent replied. “The last two words. Why?” I shrugged, shaking my head slightly. “Gotta go, guys,” I said into the phone. “We're coming over!” Shelby said right as I hit the button to hang up, and I swore mentally. “What are you even doing out here?” I asked as Trent climbed into the tree, sitting on a branch beside me. He shrugged slightly, reaching over to take the hand that wasn't holding the phone. “Heard the door close,” he replied, glancing at me. I nearly swore out loud this time. God, he apparently had really good hearing. I nodded slightly, setting the phone in my lap. I knew why he'd followed me; afraid I was doing the same thing as last night. Heck, I didn't even know where my glass had gone. It was probably sitting on the ground beside the river, Trent had it, or it was at the bottom of the river. We sat in silence for a while, and it wasn't long before we heard a car pulling up outside the house. “What the heck?” I heard Shelby's voice from near the front door, smirking. “It's locked!” I could almost see Amy roll her eyes. “Probably around back,” Amy replied, and then we heard their footsteps approaching. Trent started to pull his arm back, probably figuring I didn't want them to know anything, but I tightened my grip slightly, glancing over to smile at him. He grinned back, just as Amy and Shelby walked around the corner of the house. And then I realized... I was still in nothing but a tank-top, and Trent still didn't even have a shirt on. “See? What'd I tell you?” Amy said, snickering at Shelby as they walked over. Shelby just rolled her eyes, looking up at us. She blinked in obvious surprise at our hands, then smirked at Trent, throwing a hand in front of her eyes. “God, Forest, put some clothes on, will ya?” We both snickered, and Amy rolled her eyes, smacking the back of Shelby's head. Then they looked over at me, and both of them froze, eyes widening at the sight of my arms. I stayed silent, quickly growing somber, watching them. “Silent,” Amy said slowly, glancing briefly at Shelby. “What the heck happened?” I took a deep breath, then briefly released Trent's hand, scrambling down to the ground. He jumped effortlessly down beside me, taking my hand again. And, quietly, I told them. Told them that for the year and a half after The Incident, I'd cut myself. And I showed them the scar on my back. The only people who had ever known about it before just now were Matt himself, my parents, and just recently Trent. “Oh, my God,” Shelby said quietly. “I'm sor--” I quickly cut her off, sighing. “Don't you dare say it, Lightning. It's been four years, the sympathy lost any meaning about three and a half ago.” She nodded, smirking just a tiny bit. Trent tightened his grip slightly, briefly, and I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He nodded, just slightly, at Shelby. I quickly ran my eyes over her, then again more slowly. Finally, I noticed it. She had one of those hearing things in her left ear, a small microphone that was barely visible attached to the top of her shirt.
Within only seconds I had her face down on the ground, sitting on her back and holding her arms behind her, pushing them up slightly. “What the crap do you think you're doing?!” she snapped. I only scowled, using one hand to hold her arms, reaching down and pulling the earbud from her ear. I quickly fixed it into my own as I realized there was a voice coming from it. “Shelby! Shelby, what happened? What's going on?” and then, sounding farther away, “[censored]! I bet someone saw the bug. I told you it should have been better concealed, Amanda.” Oh, my God. I recognized that voice. Everyone jumped about a foot in the air as, all of a sudden, I screamed. I quickly pulled the earbud out, resisting the urge to scream again. “You... you...” I didn't even have a word for Shelby at this point, resorting to just screeching furiously at her. I was only inches from strangling her, but Trent grabbed me around the waist, pulling me off her. “Sarah! What the heck?!” Amy shouted, pulling Shelby to her feet. “She... she's working for Matt! He's alive!” I shouted, more horrified by the second. Trent's grip around me tightened, and Amy instantly let go of Shelby, backing away. Shelby glared at me, looking furious. “Yeah, you caught me. After four years. Nice one, sherlock.” I stared at her in horror, leaning into Trent. At this point, if he let go of me, it was more likely than not I would end up killing Shelby. Suddenly, I could swear I heard Trent hiss, “Vampiere.” I glanced at him in surprise, but he was staring at Shelby, so I shook it off. Amy quickly moved towards us, her eyes wide. I subconsciously reached over, touching my left wrist, and Shelby snickered at me. “But I bet you don't know this yet. Matt and I are both vampieres. So is Amanda Emdrewson. Remember her, from summer camp between eighth and ninth grade?” Oh, my God. My head started to spin, and I would probably have fallen if it wasn't for Trent's arms. Vampieres. That explains so much. Matt's fangs, when he tasted your blood after The Incident, how he killed the others... No. No way. By dead, did he mean... like him? Vampieres? I felt sick, closing my eyes. “Keep her steady,” I heard Trent murmur, then he released me. Seconds later, I felt Amy's small hands tight on my arms. My eyes snapped open as I heard a gasp and scream, and the first thing I saw was a black wolf the size of a small horse leaping at Shelby. Trent had disappeared. Oh, God. If vampieres are real... Maybe werewolves are too! The very thought that Trent could be a werewolf nearly brought me to my knees.
Shelby snarled, leaping to the side and clawing the w—Trent. She basically hissed at him, and I once again noticed her strangely long canine teeth. Her fangs. He snarled, turning on her, and I noticed blood on his side from the claw marks. He lunged at her again, shoving her to the ground, his teeth bared inches from her face. She hissed in an extremely inhuman way, digging her claws into his left shoulder, then shoved him off. She jumped to her feet, glaring at me briefly before turning and sprinting off. I closed my eyes briefly, then glanced back at Amy, who was still holding onto me. She smiled weakly, looking as freaked out as I felt, letting go of me. Moments later, Trent, human again, pulled me into his arms. “I'm sorry,” he said quietly, holding me tightly. I reached up, touching his shoulder.”You're hurt,” I murmured, pulling my hand away and glancing at the blood on it. I absently noticed that, though it was red, the blood was tinged black. “I'll be fine,” he replied, shrugging slightly.”Want me to go look for Shelby?” Amy asked, and I turned towards her slightly. “No,” Trent replied instantly. “You might wanna take her car back to her house, though.” She nodded slightly, turning and quickly moving back towards the street. I pulled Trent back to the house, going in the back door so nobody walking by would notice the blood. I walked into the kitchen, starting to reach for the first-aid stuff, but he caught my wrist. “I'll be fine,” he repeated, pulling me into him. I started to protest, but he rolled his eyes, grabbing the already blood-stained towel by the sink and quickly wiping away the blood. I stared in surprise when I saw his shoulder and side were both almost completely healed already.
“I heal fast,” he said, shrugging. “Good,” I muttered, glancing up at him. My arms were pinned against his chest, but I didn't really care. “You should go home and get a new shirt before my mom comes back,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “If you're still half naked, she'll probably suspect something I never want her to suspect.” He chuckled quietly, pressing his lips to my forehead for a moment. “Just so you know, I'm going to pretty much refuse to leave your side until this whole thing with Shelby and Matt is figured out,” he said softly, then pulled away. “I'll be back as soon as I can,” he said, quickly disappearing, and not long after I heard the front door close. I stood in the same spot for a few minutes, then sighed, running a hand through my hair. I tried to wash the towel as best I could, considering his blood had made it look weirdly black, then gave up. I walked up to my room, grabbing his shirt and then walking to the laundry room. I tossed it on the pile of dark stuff, absently hoping my mom would figure it was dad's or something. I walked back downstairs, dropping onto the couch in the living room. I didn't bother to turn on the TV, closing my eyes to try and take a short nap. I was weirdly exhausted.
Matt laughed quietly, and I felt his cool breath on the back of my neck. “You're right about that,” he murmured, his arms wrapped around me. “I do need to seriously consider persuading my parents to move just so we can go to the same school.” We were lying on my bed in the cabin Amanda, Alissa, Alexia and I shared. The other three were out doing something with Cody, Jason and James. Matt had his back against the wall, and I was lying with my back against him, his arms wrapped around me. I felt him lower his head, pressing his lips to the skin just below my ear. I shivered slightly, and felt him grin, then he bit down slightly on my earlobe. “Quit it,” I laughed, glancing back at him. “What? You don't like it?” he murmured, staring down at me with unusually dark eyes. “Exact opposite,” I breathed, unable to look away from him. He dipped his head, kissing me gently. “Then I don't see anything wrong,” he muttered against my lips, voice husky. I shivered, and he smiled slightly, kissing me again. He bit my bottom lip gently, and I barely resisted moaning, surprising myself. “Matt,” I said quickly, pulling away from him. He raised an eyebrow, and I glanced away. “You're going too far again,” I muttered, refusing to meet his eyes. “Sorry, Sare,” he sighed, dropping his head to my shoulder. I shrugged slightly, reaching down and taking one of his hands in mine. “I love you,” he murmured softly, breath cold against my skin.
I jerked up as I heard a car pulling into the driveway, quickly flipping on the TV. I could almost feel Matt's breath on the back of my neck, and shook my head slightly, trying to drive the memory away. I hadn't thought about any of that for almost four years. Just as I heard the car engine die, Trent walked in from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. “Thirsty?” he asked, grinning, as he dropped down beside me. “How the heck did you get in without me hearing?” I asked in surprise, absently noticing he had a clean dark gray shirt on. “Magic,” he replied, smirking, as he set the water on the coffee table. I rolled my eyes, glancing at the door as my mom and Adam walked in. “Hey, hon. Hey, Trent,” she said, carrying at least three bags in each hand. “God, trying to kill yourself?” I questioned, leaping up and snatching some bags from her. “She's trying to kill me, too,” Adam groaned, hefting his two bags, and I rolled my eyes. Trent smirked, and I felt his eyes on my back as I walked into the kitchen. “So is dad working today?” I asked my mom, setting the bags on the counter. “Yeah,” she replied, shrugging. “That sucks,” I said absently, mind wandering back to the incident earlier and then my weird dream/memory about Matt. He was lying to me all that time. I thought, just realizing this. And I never noticed. He didn't love me, he was using me. Even now, this made me feel like crying, but I bit down on the inside of my cheeks, forcing the tears back. My mom and Adam started to unpack the groceries as I walked back into the living room, dropping down beside Trent. I hesitated a few seconds, then moved closer to him, pulling my feet up under me. He raised an eyebrow, but smirked slightly, hesitantly wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He grinned at me when I didn't shrug him off, and I smiled weakly back.
“I hate shopping,” Adam sighed, trudging into the living room, mom right behind him, and I snickered. Both of them froze, staring at us, but I completely ignored them, reaching for the remote. Then I realized I was still wearing a tank top. I swore profusely in my head, quickly standing up. “Be right back,” I muttered, rushing out of the room before either of them could notice my arms. Sometime I would have to tell my family, I knew. But I had managed to kill the habit myself, so I figured it could wait till they noticed themselves. I sprinted up to my room, grabbing my sweatshirt and pulling it on quickly. I walked back down, a lot calmer now, and resumed my previous position beside Trent. Nobody questioned the sweatshirt. My mom was back in the kitchen, and Adam was lounging in one of the chairs, now flipping through channels. My parents and Adam always assumed the long sleeves was to hide the scar Matt himself had left, which actually was part of it. I let my mind wander, thinking about what had happened earlier, and barely noticed when Adam got up, muttering something about soda, and disappeared into the kitchen. “What's up?” Trent asked quietly when he was gone, and I glanced up at him. “Thinking about earlier,” I replied, sighing quietly, and he nodded slightly. “I don't get how Shelby could have deceived me like that for four years,” I continued, closing my eyes. “Yeah,” he said softly, his hand gently brushing my arm. “Some people are good at deceiving.” I nodded slightly, sighing.
And then I felt my right temple begin to ache, my chest tighten, and when I opened my eyes my vision started to turn black around the edges. Oh, my God. I thought in horror. Not now. Please, please not now. It was only typical I would have a blackout now, I guess. The more stressed I was, the more likely it was going to happen. “Whatever you do, don't let me move,” I managed to gasp to Trent, considering I could barely breathe. And moments later, my vision blacked out and I lost consciousness.
I slowly regained consciousness, but didn't really want to open my eyes at first. I heard quiet conversation not far away, and dimly recognized my mom and dad's voices. Then I heard something directed over here—wherever 'here' was—and Trent answered from right beside me. “She didn't mention anything. It was just kind of...sudden.” I reluctantly opened my eyes slightly, realizing I was lying stretched out on the couch, and Trent was sitting on the floor beside me. “Exactly,” I said, sitting up slightly. “There was absolutely no warning this time. Probably the most sudden blackout yet, not including the first one.” My parents, standing near the door, turned to look at me, and Trent tilted his head back slightly. I sighed, rubbing at my head. “Weird,” my mom muttered, glancing at dad. “Try and get some rest,” he advised, and they quickly walked away, leaning towards each other and whispering. I rolled my eyes, shifting to sit up, one leg on either side of Trent. “I take it these blackouts are regular things?” he asked, glancing back at me. “Not exactly regular,” I replied, shrugging. “Whenever I'm stressing out, and sometimes completely randomly.” He nodded slightly, appearing to be thinking. “And yeah, they started after The Incident,” I said before he could ask, and he smirked at me.
I checked my watch briefly, surprised to find it was already past ten. And we had school the next day... Crap. “You better get home,” my mom called to Trent from the kitchen just then. He sighed, standing up. “See ya in a few minutes,” he muttered to me, briefly brushing his hand against my knee, and I nodded. He quickly slipped from the living room, and I heard the door close moments later. I sighed, standing up. “Going to bed, night,” I called to my parents, trudging up the stairs. I slipped into my room, closing the door behind me and turning around. I wasn't surprised at all to find the light already on, and Trent standing by my dresser. “What are you doing?” I asked, smirking slightly, as I came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. He was flipping through my sketchbook. He paused briefly, glancing back at me. “Interesting drawings,” he commented, and I leaned into him, looking closer at the one he had paused on. “Oooh, I love that one,” I said, grinning. Of course, I had started with a completely blank white page, and by the time I was done? The thing was entirely filled, not a sign of white left. There was one large, blood red rose tinged with black in the center of the paper, vines spiraling outward to fill every single space. He laughed quietly, rolling his eyes and closing the sketchbook. “We should both get some sleep, or we'll end up passing out in class tomorrow,” he said, grinning at me. I smirked, nudging him aside and pulling an old t-shirt and sweatpants out of my dresser. “Go... stand in that corner and face the wall,” I said, grinning as I pointed towards a corner. He sighed in exasperation, but obeyed.
“And no peeking!” I snapped, feeling awkward as I quickly undressed. “Wouldn't dream of it,” he muttered, and I could swear I heard sarcasm in his voice. I pulled on my make-shift pajamas as quickly as possible, and he turned around as soon as I was fully dressed. I dropped onto the bed, searching for something I could throw at my light switch. I was an expert and turning it off by throwing random stuff at it. Trent dropped down beside me, smirking as he stretched out, and I rolled my eyes. Finally, I pulled some ancient and already battered book off my bedside table, throwing it at the light switch. It hit perfectly, flicking the light off. I curled into a ball, facing the wall, my normal position when I slept. Even if I didn't fall asleep that way, I eventually ended up like that. Trent shifted slightly closer, draping one arm across me. “Night,” I muttered, closing my eyes. “Goodnight, mi amor,” he said quietly. I was too exhausted to even react, falling into unconsciousness.
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I didn't get to read it all, but I loved what I did read! Keep writing!
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by Love_is_Lightning 6/28/2010, 2:00 am
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by ForeverHaunted 6/28/2010, 2:03 am
O.o I'm working on it. You should write more, too! =O
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by conich 7/8/2010, 12:01 am
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by ForeverHaunted 7/8/2010, 3:08 pm
xD I'm procrastinating. Sorry. Should have a new chapter by Monday, at least.
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