If I Was To Join Them

Chapter 4

Ch. 4

After we got up from cloud watching, we went to art and I draw a picture I didn't think I would ever draw. I shove it into my pocket and quickly sketch a different one, the turtle in the sky I saw just a little while ago.

After another boring class of reading, I go to my locker and get ready to go home. I pack my stuff into the black and blue backpack, keeping the picture in my pocket. I heave my bag over my shoulder and make my way home, eyes glued to the concrete that no tires tread on. The sidewalk has always had a slight sparkle to it. I don't know why though.

I try to keep my eyes from looking towards the woods, but human nature consumes me as I look towards the place that holds Jeff and his friends. Those creepy murders that will never be accepted as humans.

I start to think about Sally, and flushing the Barbie doll down the toilet. I snicker as I remember seeing it spin until it went to the sewers. I remember playing Call of Duty with Ben. And before I know it, I'm running through the woods towards that cabin that holds my new friends.

I swat leaves out of my face as I start to reach the woods. I smile and keep running, then remember the picture in my pocket. None of them can see that. Especially Jeff.

I stop, then turn to run back out when I'm met with Jeff. He stands about 4 feet away from me. I smile at him then start walking around him.

"Where are you going?" he asks me. I shrug, not really going anywhere. I start to pass him, but he stops me by grabbing my wrists.

"What are you doing?" I ask him. His eyes are dilated, and I can tell he isn't in control of his actions. He scraps his nails down my arms, bringing blood to the surface. I hold in a scream as I stare straight into his eyes. They start to return to normal, seeing the blood trickling down my arm.

"Hey, Katie. Sorry. Come with me, I'll fix that," he says, acting as if nothing happened. I jerk away and look at my arms. How am I going to hide this? I should have wore my hoodie today. Too bad it's in the washer right now.

I look back at him with tears in my eyes, wondering why he did this then can feel like nothing happened. I run through the woods towards my house, distancing myself from Jeff.

I reach my house and run straight up the stairs. I run into the bath room and run the water over the scratches. I watch the pink water run down the drain, then I scrub soap on it. I rinse it off and stare at the scratch marks. I sigh as I go into my room, shutting the door behind me.

I change into a long sleeved shirt, attempting to cover the marks. I sit on my bed and pull the picture out of my pocket. I look at the picture of Jeff inside of a heart and tear it up, into 4 pieces on the floor. I take my pants off and crawl under the covers, quietly crying myself to sleep.

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I wake to Jeff standing at the foot of my bed. I just lay in the same positions as I woke up in, not moving except to breath. I remember the paper on the floor and grab it before he sees it. I shove it under my pillow.

"Please, let me talk to you," he asks me, voice not as menacing as before.

"You can talk, I just won't listen," I respond. He stares at me, then sighs and lays beside me. I start to object, then feel no use in it. I know he won't leave until he says what he wants to say.

Instead of talking, I just cuddle up to him. He turns his head to me, eyeing me suspiciously. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes, listening to his heart beat.

Hmm, I think to myself, he has a heart.

He stays still, never getting up. I start to wonder if this is a dream, a wonderful dream, until he pushes me off and jumps out the window. If this was anything like a dream, I would call it a nightmare.

I sit up and reach under my pillow for the scraps of paper, only to find that Jeff took them.