Hey this is Nikkie, you'll know if you've read my other stories! this is only gonna be a few chapters long but anyway please read and review!
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Waking up was nice and bliss. It was actually kinda weird how good I felt; my body was warm and relaxed, whilst my bed felt much softer than usual.
Hmmm. I thought happily to myself.
A voice came and interrupted my thoughts. I was half asleep and could just make out that it was a young girl's voice and she was saying my name.
Lyss. She often came into my room jumping on my bed to wake me up. I was loving my mood and didn't want to wake up.
So I mumbled a go away whilst I pulled the pillow over my head. I knew she'd pull it off but it was worth a try.
'Come on; get up; we've got things to do!' She told me. What the heck is she on about, it's the weekend. Urgh, I hope mom and dad aren't making me take her to her friend's house. Not happening,
'Go 'way Lyss.' I moaned at her, and then opened my eyes to move her or something.
Then I focused on her. Oh my God. It wasn't Alyssa at all. I stared at her, it was some random girl. In my bed. Naked.
Holy shit!
I jumped out of bed away from her. No way, no way is this happening. I'm naked too and I never sleep with just underwear!
Crap, crap, crap. That was going through my mind as I rolled around in the sheets trying to cover myself, I was not comfortable with some chick seeing me with nothing on.
The girl said something, it sounded like she was laughing, but I didn't here I was too pre-occupied with myself. Finally I stood up and I backed away, fast. I needed to think straight and I couldn't do that looking at some clothes less girl on my bed.
'OK. OK, think, Collins.' I said to myself.
I just slept with some girl! I'm fifteen. I've been out with girls before and you can't just dump them after a kiss so this was gonna be a lot harder.
'Think – yeah, OK, this is awkward, and I'm really sorry, because I'm sure you're really - ' what the hell am I saying?
'Oh man. What the hell did I do? Was there drinking? There must have been drinking.' I may not be the most obedient person in the world but I certainly had boundaries.
'Shane?' The girl said putting a sheet up, so I could finally look at her.
'Shane-'
Oh hell no! I backed away some more. I felt sick; no way can this be happening. This is wrong, so wrong. I'm so going to die.
'So, we've obviously been formally introduced at some point in my insane drinking binge.' How drunk was I?
'Uh, hi. Look you've got to keep it down, OK? My parents will kill me if- ' It was then for the first time I looked around and clocked my surroundings. This isn't my room! This just keeps getting worse.
'Oh, shit. This is not my room is it? This is yours. As in I never went home, all night. My dad is going to -'
Murder me. He a stupid alcoholic; probably got drunk and pissed off. He's not always violent, but when I screw up...
I closed my eyes tight, can't think about that right now, focus on the present, which is,
'Pants. I need pants, where are my pants?' Forget this, forget her. I have got to get out of here. I found my pants and T-shirt then put them on. Still not feeling comfortable enough to drop the sheet which meant I had to dress with one hand. Before I got my shirt on I turned to look at her, I was going to leave after this. I have to say something.
But I stopped. She looked mortified. Broken and hurt.
I looked at her properly for the first time, she seemed young and venerable. Maybe she was under-aged too. I can't just leave her like this.
I took a few steps toward her.
'Um, look – I know... I'm sorry; I'm probably douche bag for doing this to you, and I promise, this isn't... I don't really get drunk off my ass and hook up like this... you don't seem like the type. I mean you're pretty.' She really was, especially for a girl who just woke up.
'I don't mean you're not – I'm sorry I suck at this,' I admitted.
'But I have to get home right now.' I told her, hoping that explained it. I pulled on my shirt and shoes turning toward her once again.
'Look I'll call you OK? Uh... you're name is...'
'Claire.' She whispered back, sounding choked,
'My name is Claire. This is my fault.' Tears started streaming down her face. Oh man! I hate when girls cry, I can't resist them. And she thinks this is her fault, damn. I'm starting to feel extremely guilty.
'Hey, don't do that, don't.' I said begging her to stop.
'I'm sorry. It's not your fault. You seem - ' I bent down and kissed her. It was weird but I wanted to help her.
'Nice. I promise I'll talk to you later. We'll figure this out.' I wasn't and expert but what do you discuss after a one-night stand...?
'Oh, Jesus, did I have a... Did we take precautions or...?' I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.
'Not now, I can't think about this right now. I have to go. Later.' I was a shit ' goodbye' but I didn't expect her to come after me.
'Wait!' she cried out. I ran down the hall still hearing her voice.
'Shane, wait!' I was planning to just leg it out the door, but something stopped me. I slowed down looking around and realized. This isn't my house or her house. It's Michael's. I just had my first time in my best friend's house. How did we manage that?
I knew I should have stopped because Claire had gotten dressed and was coming down the stairs.
'Shane, please don't.' I heard her say as I turned to face her.
'This is Michael's house. What are we doing here?' I asked her.
'Shane – Shane please listen to me; we live here. With Michael! And Eve!'
'Keep your voice down!' I told her, what if his parents came down? And what is wrong with her?
'OK, you seemed nice and now you seem a little bit whacked. We don't live here. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're a cousin or something; I don't know. But I don't. I live at home with my parents and my sister. Not here.' I explained to her, but she just convinced me she was more insane then before.
'No, no Shane, you're parents - ' she said but stopped. Looking confused and she didn't try to carry on.
What is wrong with her?
I held up my hands and backed away. That's what I get for trying to be nice.
'Whatever crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe breaks into to Michaels house when they're all gone.' Note to self, ask Mike about her.
'I'm out have a nice delusion.' I said and walked out the door. She didn't let me leave in peace.
'Shane don't please. Don't go home you can't.' She begged. No way I just walked straight out the door. How can you be obsessed with a person you don't even know? Haha maybe I was just that good. OK no. Shut up this is not funny.
Then a car passed. I glanced in the rear view mirror and nearly yelled out. She's following me! Oh no way is this happening. What am I gonna do? I quickly thought something up, as I came to the corner I ran as fast as I could. I thought she might still follow and I decided what I'd do about that. On the next road the was an ally witch – after checking for vampires – I went into.
It was only a few seconds before I heard her running steps and I timed it perfectly as I jumped out and grabbed her. She immidiently looked terrified. And she should be, because I was seriously pissed now. She's crossing a line and I'm going to do something about it. I held her there for a while. She mental, but she looks young. I can't hit her, but I also can't let her carry on like this.
'Enough.' I told her, hearing the anger in my own voice.
'Look, I don't want to hurt you, but you need to stop following me. It's creepy and weird. Walk away or next time I won't be so nice about it.' I said.
'You won't hurt me.' She replied. It sounded odd. Like she was 100% convinced that was true.
'Yeah well don't count on it. I don't like hitting girls but that doesn't mean I won't hit back if you start the fight. Ask Monica.' Yep she'd defiantly know. Wait Monica? How could I have not thought of this before?
'Monica. Did she set this up? Was it some kind of roofie thing; she took pictures? She's going to Facebook the hell out of it. Black mail me.' I should have known all of Monica's friends or insane – so is she.
'No. I don't have anything to do with Monica.' She lied.
'Bullshit. Stop following me. I mean it.' I looked at her face, which again had tears down it. I'm over being nice.
'And quit crying; it's not going to work.' I finally told her.
I walked out and went straight ahead. I didn't hear her behind me. Good she finally got the message.
The rest of the walk home was fine. I turned around a few times to check for her, but she was thankfully gone. I got to my house, and that was it. I stared at it, a big old ugly head of rubble and weeds. Old? No it can't be. It's my house. My nice normal house. One of the only things left standing was the mailbox. It looked horrible and rusty. Only yesterday it looked new. My head started to hurt and I felt chocked.
Forcing myself to open the mailbox was worse. The door fell off and hundreds of yellow bills fell out. I stared at them. The dates where wrong too. It was April and these letters are from June and July. I shook my head - this can't be right. I stuffed the back in the box. My legs felt weak and I felt sick and dizzy. This is my house but it can't be my house. I staggered holding onto head to stop the sudden pounding. As I nearly fell I grabbed hold of the mail box. But it fell under my weight. Into the weeds.
No. No. It's metal that shouldn't happen.
I tried to fix it, to make it better. But it was broken. Just like everything else.
'Shane.' I heard a voice behind me I recognised.
'Shane I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. I'm so sorry.' I turned to see Claire looking as fragile and upset as this morning.
'My house.' I said pushing out words from my dry mouth.
'It's here. It's supposed to be here.' I was crying now. Tears hanging off my eyes. I looked up at her, not caring that she saw them.
'What happened.' I asked her desperately. She stared back at me and she seemed more sincere now.
'There was a... an accident.' She replied. When, how?
'Where are they?' I asked but I turned to look at my house. I could see Lyss's swing set it looked as bad as the rest of the house.
Alyssa? My 12 year old sister, what about her.
'Where's Alyssa. Where's my sister?' Claire held her hand out toward me.
'I'll take you.' She said. But after seeing this, my imagination got the best of me.
'I want to see my sister! I'm responsible for her!' I nearly yelled.
'I know... just trust me OK? I'll take you to her.' She said.
Trust her. A few minutes ago I thought she was insane. But I need someone, anyone to help me right now. So I took her hand and let her pull me up.
'Where are we going?' I asked. Oh please say they aren't in hospital.
'I can't believe... it must have happened last night when I - ' was sleeping with you. But she didn't let me finish.
'Shane, you saw that. The weeds where waist-high, the mailbox was rotted out. There's nothing there.' She breathed in heavily. 'It's been years since that happened. It didn't happen overnight.'
Okay what? Year no way! Back to thinking she's on something.
'You're cracked.' I said trying to pull my hand away from hers.
'I was there yesterday!' This time I actually did yell out.
'Listen to me!' She yelled back.
'God, Shane, please. I know you think you where there yesterday, but it's been a long time. You've been... other places. You just don't remember right now. You'll be fine... just trust me.'
'Take me to my family.' I demanded.
'I'll take you to Alyssa. Please. Just trust me.'
And weirdly enough I did.
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I was soon staring at a fake gravestone. One that apparently belonged to my sister. I flashed back to that image of my house. She's just messing with me.
'It's not true.' I said to her with a bad feeling in my stomach.
'I'm sorry but it is.' She replied, acting like she was upset by this too.
'It's a sick joke.' I snapped at her.
'No Shane, Alyssa died in that fire. She died 3 years ago. Before you left Morganville with your mom and dad. Before I ever came here. You left town then you came back and you lived with Michael and then Eve. Then I came in and moved in too.' She said. Where is she getting this from? Why is she saying it? It's a lie! It's not true!
'No.' I said, trying to get away. Why did I feel hurt from this. I know it's not real...
I took a step back,
'No you're lying. This is some sick little game of Monica's but this is low even for her-' Trying to convince me my sisters dead.
'Shane listen. Monica didn't do this and it's not a game! Shane listen!' She cried out frustrated.
'I've listened enough to you!' I yelled. Tears burned in my eyes again and I felt like my skin was on fire. She a psycho, some deluded freak! These thoughts raced in my mind and I pushed her so hard she fell onto some guys gravestone.
'You stay the hell away from me and my family, you crazy bitch! This is sick! This is fake!' All my anger and hurt boiled up inside me and I tuned to face the grave. I kicked and pushed, but all I could feel was cold hard stone.
No it's not real. No. I kept kicking and pushed but it wouldn't budge. Tears broke free and I felt the skin on my palms rip with the force against the stone.
'Please.' I heard Claire say faintly.
'Please stop Shane. Stop hurting yourself; I can't stand it.' She's not lying. I heard it in her voice... but my sister...
I felt winded. Like the air went out of me but I hadn't been touched. I collapsed in a heap next to the gravestone.
'She can't be. She can't be dead. I just ... I just saw her. She was making fun of my shirt. My shirt...' I was wherein a red and blue shirt?
'I wasn't even wherein this. This isn't even my shirt. This is wrong. This is all wrong.'
Claire started to speak but I didn't listen I couldn't My head was to full of thought.
'Why didn't she get out? If there was a fire how did I get out and she didn't. I wouldn't leave her I couldn't do that. I couldn't...just...run-'
'You didn't.' Claire said. She put her arm around me, and some part of me felt strangely comforted.
'You tried to save her, you told me Shane I know how hard you tried.' It was re-assuring to hear that. She the kind of voice that showed what she felt. And that was helping me, somehow. She helping me. But who is she?
'I don't even know you. Why are you doing this?' I asked. But I wish I hadn't. Her eyes changed slightly and I could see some type of hurt. But she blinked and it went away.
'I know you think you don't. But honest Shane you do know me, we're...friends.' OK, I'm her friend that makes more sense then everything else she's said. She helping me. All this time she's been trying to help me, save me from going home and seeing all that, and all I've done in return was hurt her and yell at her.
'I'm sorry I pushed you. I don't... I don't do things like that.' I apologized, but I still felt bad.
'I know.' Was all she said.
'Is it true. Is Lyss really...' I couldn't bring myself to say it, but she didn't make me. She just nodded.
Her arm was still around me when some wind blew across my face. My hair went into my eyes. Before I could shake it away, I felt her soft hands move it back. I had a clear view of her then and couldn't help but stare into her eyes. I caught her hand on my face, getting her to focus back on me. Her arm was still around me and she was quite close.
'You touch me a lot, don't you?' I straight up asked. Before she spoke her cheeks reddened in a really cute way.
'I guess I do. I'm sorry.' She said.
She was looking at her lap but I was looking at her. She really was pretty. Why am I checking her out. Thinking back to the morning I realised something. I wasn't drunk but we were still in bed together, and at first she was calm and happy about it. No way.
When she looked up she must have seen the look on my face. Thinking about her naked. And how she was through all this, determined not to let me go.
'What?' She asked,
'Are we going out?' I said trying to keep a normal face. And she nodded in response. Little Claire, the girl who I made cry when I freaked out on her telling her I didn't know her. The girl who I hurt and pinned up against a wall, but she still stuck with me. She's my girlfriend.
But I still didn't know how to respond, so I stood and so did she.
'So I have amnesia, that's what you're telling me. I got some kick in the head and I lost a bunch of time and forgot all this. And you.' I cannot believe I'm buying this.
'Yes.' She told me,
'Amnesia, that's why you need to trust me Shane. It dangerous out here, you don't know how dangerous.' Trying to warn me off something I already know about. Now this I don't think I could forget.
'It's Morganville, of course it's dangerous.' I looked down at Alyssa's grave, it still hurt. But I couldn't just stand around,
'Alyssa wouldn't want me moping around the cemetery like some dumb-ass. Alyssa wasn't like that. She'd make fun of me if I did.' I breathed in. And I wasn't going to.
'So I guess... I guess you can take me to Michael's house. At least I know him even if I don't know you.'
She smiled at that, but it looked kind of fake. She is my girlfriend, being forgotten must be hard.
She held out her hand, and as much as I didn't want to hurt her, I needed to think. I needed space.
'No offence, but I've got a lot to think about here. I need some time.' I told her trying to emphasise the no offence part.
'It's OK I understand.' She said. But I didn't believe it...
There it is! Glad it's done, that was hard PLEASE REVIEW AND THEN DO IT AGAIN. Next chapter up soon,
NIKKIE
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