Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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HEELS CLICK ACROSS THE TILE FLOOR, the sound echoing throughout the otherwise empty corridor. Nervously clutching the strap of her bag, Jennifer Blake glances behind her.
After a moment, she starts off again, picking up her pace. Turning the corner with another anxious glance, she moves faster and faster, on the verge of breaking into a run when she finally rushes inside her classroom and slams the door shut.
She rests her head against the pane of glass, catching her breath then turns around and screams. Derek stands right in front of her. Jennifer grabs a pointer and swings it at his head. He casually ducks out of the way.
"What do you want? You want to threaten me? Tell me no one's going to believe me? Try to scare me?" She stares at his stoic figure and swallows hard, "Kill me?"
"I was going to ask if you were okay."
"Me?"
Derek shrugs, "You."
"Physically or emotionally? Although, I guess that presupposes I was emotionally okay before any of this and according to my therapist that's been debatable for a long time."
Derek steps toward her, causing her to flinch he reaches for the pointer, she allows him to go.
"I think you're going to be okay."
"Obviously, you've never taught high school. In twenty minutes, I have to start two dozen teenagers on The Crucible and I honestly have no idea what I'm going to say."
"Maybe you should start by telling them it's an allegory for McCarthyism."
Jennifer's eyebrows furrow as she frowns, "Is that a subtle way of suggesting I shouldn't say anything? Because I won't."
He nods, sets the pointer down, and turns his back to her as he starts walking towards the door.
A figures shadow shows around the corner of a hallway, as the person listens in to the classroom.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Derek."
He opens the door and halts as Ms. Blake steps forward slightly.
"Jennifer."
Derek doesn't turn back. But as he heads out, he does allow himself the slightest of smiles that he hadn't shown since Luna.
Walking down the hall, he freezes smelling a familiar scent nearby. He hears a sniffle which makes him frown instantly. Taking slow cautious steps, he finally turns around the corner and sees Luna leaning against a window looking outside.
"Are you okay?"
Luna nods looking down, "What? Oh um... Yeah of course I am."
Derek frowns lifting her chin up slightly. The two stare into each others' eyes intensely. Luna runs her gaze all over his face, memorizing every perfection and every single flaw.
