Chapter 3:
I wake up to a beeping ring tone that is my alarm clock.
“6:30,” I mutter to myself “ugh.” I get up and it’s still dark outside. For the next half hour I get ready for what will be a wonderful Monday at school (much sarcasm there). After a loud argument with my mom on the way to school, I am walking around the campus alone. When more people show up, I got to a bench by the cafeteria where my friends hang out. My friend Jamie is a short, petite girl who loves talking boys and fashion. Her short, wavy brown hair and freckles makes her look like an elf that should be in Santa’s workshop.
Tyler is another friend of mine. He’s a freshman, but a cool freshman. His spiky blond hair and long, dangly arms get him made fun of constantly, the cool thing is that he doesn’t seem to care.
Jamie and Tyler are they as I walk up. “Hey Rey!” Jamie says in an obnoxiously cheerful voice.
“Hey!” I reply in that same cheerful voice as to not hurt her feelings.
“Omg! You won’t believe what happened yesterday!” Jamie yells and starts going on and on abut how she saw her ex and her crush on the same day. I stop listening after a few minutes.
My thoughts are interrupted with a carrot hitting the back of my head, thrown by Sarah Mccastro (Otherwise known as Sarah Mc-ass). Sarah was a girl (if you could even call her that) who loved to harass and make fun of people. I am often her target because of my height and weight. I do admit, yea I am a tall girl and that’s not really the norm for a girl, and I’m not exactly skinny. So, being 6’0 and average weight, I get unnecessary comments. Like always, I ignore whatever she does and continue a conversation with Jamie and Tyler.
It was a long, hot day of school. I get home and walk up to my room slowly. As I lay on my bed, I think about how the day went. It was alright, bland as always. Nothing really exciting ever happens at school. Sarah got pooped on by a bird. That was cool. She was crying. I stare at my wall and look at the pastel colors. I should be doing my homework right now, but I would so much rather draw.
I take out my sketchbook and favorite purple mechanical pencil and begin to sketch the pale, supernatural man of my dreams. This time he is wearing black skinny jeans and a white, button up dress shirt. I leave his skin al white as the paper. He looks like a Grecian statue in modern clothes, but it’s only a drawing to tease myself.
The look on his face was pleased but the expression he made with his eyes was something almost evil or wanting. His hair was fine, dark black; falling down to his chin. His gray eyes were piercing, as if he wanted to speak. I envisioned his voice being crisp and assertive, clear and musical. A dark evil song that escapes his lips, drawing in the most innocent of young women.
The more I look at the drawing, the more it turns into a photograph in my eyes. Like I took a photo of a god, Hades, the god of the underworld. I looked at it for so long that I was starting to get uncomfortable. I shut my sketchbook and tossed it on the floor. I close my eyes and lay down, imagining him. I fall asleep; only to nap though, just to dream of him.
I dream about him like I dream about him every night. My dream was the drawing I did yesterday, but a story; I’m sitting at a black, grand piano. My long, silky black hair falls down onto the bench I’m sitting at. The song I’m playing is slow; a lullaby. The court I am in is empty. It’s in the middle of the night and only a few candles lighting the area. I am not alone though, he is sitting in his thrown watching me play. When the lullaby ends, he slowly walks over to me and sits on the bench beside me. I have started a new song a bit faster than the last one. Still watching my face, but barely listening to the melody he picks up a piece of my hair and moves it behind me. I stop playing and look him in his eyes. He smiles widely, and then I wake up.
I look at the clock and it’s just past 7:00. It’s way beyond dusk outside. I quickly get up, put my hoodie on and walk out the door for my walk, completely ignoring my mother and Walter. I almost run to my night trail. I am walking hastily, it’s too dark outside. It was so dark that there aren’t anymore joggers or dog walkers. They are all in their warm homes eating dinner peacefully. It’s ridiculously windy tonight and I’m starting to get frightened. I keep looking around for any sign of people. Not a soul is on this trail. To calm myself down, I put my headphones on and listen to some Goth music. A woman singing of vampire kisses and ghostly lovers. A huge gust of wind comes from behind me and I shudder. I should probably get home soon.