All Chapters of The LInes We Crossed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

“If you touch me that way were going to have a major problem on our hand Conner. We should be hiding, asleep in fact.” “You look too perfect not to.” Warm hands caressed my face and then down my body leaving a trail of fire in their wake. BANG There’s blood. Everywhere. I’m being pulled. I can’t fight. I don’t fight. They killed him. The love of my life. They’ll kill me next. Tears run down my face as I succumb to my faith. SIMEON I jolt awake, breath shallow and sharp, like I’d just surfaced from drowning. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. The dream-the same one- clings to me like smoke, and the fragments that linger are enough to make my hands tremble. I sit up slowly pushing aside the sweat-drenched sheets. The room is dim, painted in early dawn’s orange and pale lavender. My heart thumps a steady, uneasy rhythm in my chest. The dream always starts the same way; the slamming door, sterile white tiles, muffled voices outside a closed curtain. Then the scream-somet

There was nothing special about room 3c–except that ‘He’ always locked the door behind him, even during lunch. I only noticed because I always passed by at exactly 12:04. Today, the door was open. He seemed to be in some kind of trance as he made his way past me into the busy hall way, clutching something under his jacket and checking over his shoulders, curiosity won over common sense and now here I was–in the woods–watching my crush of over a year dig a shallow hole in the frozen earth. HOSEA The gymnasium looms ahead as I make my way over with Derrick who is still chattering loudly beside me, unaware of the internal turmoil I’m facing. This isn’t new to me though, he always is. As I stand in front of the building the energy feels… different and I can guess why. The arrival of Mr. Sinclair has stirred up the stagnant air of Briarcliff, a ripple of something akin to excitement disturbing the usual calm. Even I, generally preferring the quiet solace of the library, feel a prickle