Emergency at work, be back in a few. Don't wait up.
Mom.
Few as in hours, I knew.
I read the small note over and over with a tired sigh as I balled up the paper and tossed it into the trash, where the rest of her notes had gone too. I looked around the kitchen, acutely aware of how silent it was, I was alone again in the house.
The fridge hummed on, seeming like the only thing that was breaking the kitchen's silence. I went over to the sink, reaching for a glass cup and filling it up. Well this note just ruined my already sour mood.
Why was I in a sour mood?
The date (well, sorta date) with Amanda calling him immediately I dropped Blake's call. According to him, Amanda just lost beloved pet poodle and needed him to be with her. Even I knew how much that dog meant to her so I didn't stop or discourage him from leaving. He did buy me a lot of ice-cream and sweets as c
Emergency at work, be back in a few. Don't wait up.Mom.Few as in hours, I knew.I read the small note over and over with a tired sigh as I balled up the paper and tossed it into the trash, where the rest of her notes had gone too. I looked around the kitchen, acutely aware of how silent it was, I was alone again in the house.The fridge hummed on, seeming like the only thing that was breaking the kitchen's silence. I went over to the sink, reaching for a glass cup and filling it up. Well this note just ruined my already sour mood.Why was I in a sour mood?The date (well, sorta date) with Amanda calling him immediately I dropped Blake's call. According to him, Amanda just lost beloved pet poodle and needed him to be with her. Even I knew how much that dog meant to her so I didn't stop or discourage him from leaving. He did buy me a lot of ice-cream and sweets as c
"Hey," we both greeted at the same time, each equally shocked to see the other. I could hear Doris turn from what she was doing her and her aging voice came next."Blake, honey. I've been waiting for you all day, what took you so long?"He shuffled forward, removing the earphones and jamming his hands into his pockets, his eyes were on me all through. The store suddenly felt way too small and I was experiencing strange claustrophobia."I was running errands all day, ma'am," he replied, now taking his eyes off me and directing his gaze to her. He moved closer so he could lean on the counter, close to Doris. "I'm sorry."Doris gave a wave of dismissal of the apology, smiling kindly. "It's fine, dear." She hobbled over to the small refrigerator behind her, opening it and retrieving a small, white paper bag which she walked back to hand over to Blake. "Here you go, make sure to always keep it refrigerated, de
Day 21.I felt sweat, hot and sticky matte to my shirt and let out and yet another groan, switching the heavy tote bag from one hand to the other, not that it eased the pain in my shoulder."Blake, I think I'm about to die." I called out to the curly haired boy that was currently walking next to me, bag causally slung over his shoulder and eyes set ahead in concentration.He looked down, with a small frown before talking. "You're not dying, you've just been walking for about twenty five minutes, weirdo." He scoffed, with an eye roll. "Besides, we're almost there."After school today, Blake had asked me if I wanted to hang out at his place before we headed over to work. I had agreed instantly, I had ten days, just ten fucking days to get this guy. Anything he wanted was cool with me."We all can't rock walking in the hot Texas sun." I was being overly dramatic but truth be told, I was actually very t
I followed Blake Johnson into the the garage to fetch the boxes."So this looks like a normal garage," I commented as he closed the door connecting the house to the dark, cool garage. I squinted slightly due to the low lighting conditions and I felt my irises snap shut immediately he turned on the full lights."Why wouldn't it?" I heard him ask from somewhere in the room, despite the fact that I had on his glasses, my eyes were still affected."I don't know." I shrugged, trying to still bury the memory of what happened between us earlier deep down. Very deep down. "Everything about you is kinda weird so I expected a weird garage too, I guess.""Like you should be the one calling people weird," he taunted and I finally opened my eyes well enough to observe the room. It was normal, like any normal garage you'd see at any home, cluttered with the same assortments of junk that parents seemed to thrive on carrying
Something odd was happening. I sat down by myself at one of the lunch tables my the cheerleader's patio and quietly watched the other members of my squad sit at the long table opposite me, all of them completely ignoring my presence like I didn't exist.Even Molly sat down, pretty and perky as usual in baby pink, directly beside Amanda. She didn't even look at my side once.Then there was Darren, my dream guy, Darren sitting on Amanda's other side, a hand casually tossed over her shoulder and warm, brown eyes on her like she was the only thing that mattered.I wanted to be looked at like that.Correction, I wanted Darren to look at me like that.I looked down at my tray, staring down the meatballs with slight distaste. It was a well known fact that the cafeteria meatballs were horrible, I had no memory of even going to get them. With a small hiss, I tried to get off my seat but coul
I walked about the market aimlessly for what felt like hours but was most likely minutes, not finding a single soul that could talk or communicate with me.It was like a ghost, invisible and unnoticeable.This was crazy. Where had Azazel taken me to? I could imagine trying to explain this to my mom or anyone for that matter. That the Devil has been contacting me all month long, gave me a deadly assignment to capture my friend's soul and now, he had turned me to a ghost.My life's story was just getting more ridiculous with each passing day. It sounded like it was a fictional tale even.The rows of market people continued to converse and soon I decided to sit on a stool right in front of one of the main stalls. It was of no use wandering around aimlessly around this unknown place.The owner of the stall was a quite fat woman with small, round beady eyes and hardly no neck. She wore a long, blac
Day 22.It was just like I had predicted. I was back at the thrift store the next day.I shifted the weight of my tote bag from the right to the left hand as I pushed open the door to Tom's store with a determined sigh. After the series of crazy dreams I had last night, I had concluded that the only solution was to get my hands on that book.I had waited all day, impatiently at school and when school was finally over, I all but dashed here.Tom's silvers flashed with remembrance as he saw me. "Hello, dear. You didn't come with your boyfriend this time?""He's not my boyfriend." I felt the urge to clear that up."Well you two seemed a little buddy buddy to be just friends," Tom pondered to himself, his look still unconvinced."Well we are," I confirmed with a nod."If you say so, but I think you two would make a great duo, really," he sai
Day 23.I had stayed up all the night with the book.It was the oddest book I had ever seen. I sat at my desk in my small room, and carefully opened the black book. It was the most confusing thing I had ever seen but yet I had been savagely drawn to it, like it held some sort of secrets I was supposed to uncover.It contained writings, inscriptions in different languages and handwritings, like the book had been passed down from hand to hand and each person had left their own impact in it. Each page filled with strange writings and drawings, each making no sense yet all connected. Staring at the last few, empty pages that made the book incomplete, I had felt the urge to put down my own piece, to complete it. To write something down. What was this feeling?Where had Blake's mom gotten the book from? The weird dream I had had not answered that question at all, all I knew was that this book was connected to Azazel