FAZER LOGINWren CarterI huffed as I walked off the field as the cold air bit my cheeks. My face still burned, not from embarrassment but from realization settling deep in my bones. So my paranoia was justified. I pulled my hood and continued walking with my head down. The campus lights were flickering on as the sun slowly drowned. Every step I took felt heavier than the last, like I was dragging the weight of something invisible behind me.Those people had contacted Cyrus. This was more alarming than I could imagine. He was the type of person to side with them and hand me over. He only wanted to hold leverage over me. To have such a power over a person was beyond anyone. The hallways inside were mostly empty. I hated being in an empty hallway. The only sound was my shoes softly tapping against the ground. But at this moment, this silence was comforting. My comfort was short-lived as I heard voices from around the corner. Familiar and grating voices.They were around the corner, close enough t
Cyrus BlackwoodThe sun was out despite the cold weather. It was slowly beginning to feel like a good day. I locked my car and started towards the campus building. I noticed a guy in a faded uniform vest with a clipboard. He was probably a volunteer for some organization. What were they doing in a college’s parking lot?He beckoned me over as I walked past him. “Sir, would you like to sign up for this cause? We donate for each entry we get.” He explained as he handed me a pen. I took it and signed absentmindedly as he rambled about the organization. “We also accept extra donations.” I waved him off before I grabbed my phone out, ready to walk away but he stepped in my way. I felt irritation brew in me, “I don’t have cash right now—"“Have you seen her?” He interrupted me as he flipped a page in his clipboard to a young girl. I focused on the face but nothing was coming to me. I kept my face straight as I shook my head. However, I slowly realized it was an old picture of Wren. I rec
Wren CarterI stood at the same place, staring down the empty hallway until Cyrus left the ward. My heart was hammering as I thought over this conversation. The smell of antiseptic was really prominent. A dull ache was slowly creeping around my head. I did not have any breakfast and all this stress was making me lightheaded as the walls were too white and the light was too harsh. I decided to retreat back to mom’s room. When I entered, she stared at me with a soft smile. “He’s a polite kid.”I sighed as I sat down beside her. “Yeah, sure.”I could not tell her the type of person he was. I did not want Mom to worry about me. But I was curious. “What did you guys talk about?”“He was telling me about the trip and how you guys had scored top marks.” Mom beamed as she replayed the conversation. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. “I am so proud of you, Wren.”I did not feel relieved but worried that he had left out the river part. With the way she was talking, he might have. He was the type of
Cyrus blackwoodThe door burst open to reveal a very disheveled Wren. Wren stood there with her breath uneven from whatever rush she had been in. She looked nothing like the composed girl from campus. This version of her was raw.Her eyes landed on me first.Then on her mother's.Color drained from her face so quickly it was almost fascinating.Olivia was propped up against the pillows between us, thin hands folded over the blanket. The hospital lights made her skin look translucent and fragile, but when she saw Wren, her entire expression softened.Considering her mother’s condition, Wren had a lot at stake here. She had not been taking me seriously lately. Even with the stunt she pulled yesterday. I had to show her that I would go to any lengths to get what I want. And so I had to do some digging and found out about her mother being admitted to the City General Hospital. “Wren! How lovely you showed up.” Mrs. Carter intertwined her hands in delight as she addressed her daughter. “I
Wren CarterI stood cornered as my shirt clung to my body; my hair was plastered on my face. My lips were pale as the cold was slowly starting to take its toll on me. The water was dripping from my hair as I saw someone back up with a bucket. I felt my blood rush to my ears as I turned around to see everyone’s attention on me. Ryan hunched down as he looked at me menacingly. To him I was probably a bug, as I was half his size. I stepped away to create some distance. Even Christy materialized herself next to Cyrus. I was being cornered. I thought they had given up on me but they seemed to be more agitated. What truly unsettled me was Cyrus’ expression. He was not smiling. He seemingly wiped the prior smile off his face as he turned his attention to me. His face was devoid of any expression.“What is the meaning of this?” I clenched my teeth in order to stop clattering and to mince my words as the crowd was getting bigger. He had brought people with him this time. I was unsure about w
Wren CarterI felt cold water seep in my bones as I was pushed into the river. The last face I saw before getting swept away was my father’s. He had a vile smile on his face as he waved while I was struggling, trying to hold onto something. When I looked back, Cyrus was standing where my father stood previously. He was laughing uncontrollably. The water was slowly filling up my lungs. It was making it harder for me to rise up, so I slowly let go and got pulled into the waterbed. It seemed like an endless pit. I kept falling and falling. The second my vision went black, I gasped as I shot awake. I looked around the dark room as I was breathing heavily. I felt my body up to my throat; I was dry. The cold water felt so real. These nightmares were nothing new but ever since the incident at the trip, I have had nightmares about getting pushed in the river. Sometimes it was my father, sometimes it was Cyrus and sometimes even my own self. I slowly got out of my narrow bed, shook my head







