The Warning
Chloes P.O.V.
I was headed home through the park, when I saw a girl crying on a bench under a huge tree. I looked around, and when I didnt see anyone, I walked over to her, and sat down by her side. She looked around a year older than me.
She sat with her head in her hands and tears streaming through the fingers making her sweathers sleevs wet. "Wahat's wrong?" I asked. She snapped her head up at me, and looked me choked in the eyes.
"You...you can SEE me?" she asked. I noded. "You're... you must be...a...a necromancer, right?" I noded again. "Why are you crying?" i asked. She wiped her tears of with the already wet sleevs and shaked her head. "I...I was just thinking of my life. My grandma, my mom, my little brother..."
She looked at a spot in front of her. I tryed to put my hand on her arm, but it went right through. She looked at it and smiled. "Cant really do that, huh? But thanks for trying," she said and a smirk appeared on her face. "Im Liz, by the way," she said. "Im Chloe," I said, and she gasped and lokked at me with chock and horror painted on her face.
"Chloe? Oh no. NO no no no NO! Listen, you are in great danger, Chloe. There are pepole, that want to hurt you. I cant tell you everything rigth now, but promise me to stay away from D..." She snapped her head up and looked at something behind me.
I turned my head, but didnt se anything. "Oh no, he's comming. He must have heard me. I have to go, but I will come back and help you, and for now: Dont trust anyone. ANYONE. Not all are what they seem, i learned that the hard way. I have to go." And with those words, she disappeared just like that.
I was still chocked over the things Liz has said. Why did she react like that, when I said my name? Why was I in danger? Who was D? Who was he? And why did she tell me I couldnt trust anyone? I was getting dark pretty fast, so after a last look on the spot, where Liz apperently saw someone, I headed home.
After my parents were killed in a hit-and-run, when I was seven, my aunt Lauren took me under her wings and we lived in her apartment for 8 years now. "I'm home!" I yelled as I walked through the door to our apartment, and sensed the smell of pizza.
"Im in the kitchen!" aunt Lauren yelled through the apartment. I took my shoes off and layed my back in the hallway. I walked into the kitchen and saw my aunt sitting on a chair at the table, writing something on her laptop. On the table there were to boxes of pizza, and it smelled soooo good.
Aunt Lauren closed her laptop and put it aside. I sat down on the opposite side of the table, so we were faceing eatch other. "Dinner is served," she said and we began to eat. "So, how was school?" she asked. I took a huge bite of the warm pizza-slize and burned my tongue.
"Hot, hot!" i yelled with mouth full of pizza, so it sounded more like "Hoth, hoth". Aunt Lauren smiled at me and poored me at glas of cherry Coke. I drank the half of it, and the liquere cooled down my burning tongue. After an other sip I cleared my throat.
"Ah, you know, the usual," I said and she gave me a smirk. I was about to tell her what had happend in the park, when something stopped me. Dont trust anyone, did Liz say. But, I could trust my aunt, right? I mean, if I couldnt trust her, the only family I had left, who could I trust?
In the end I decided to wait till Liz came back and told me more. I dont know why, but I had this weird feeling that something wasnt right. Something seemed a little out of place. I have had that feeling since I had spoken to Liz.
At first I thought it was just the usual after-seeing-and-spoken-to-a-ghost-goosebomps, but now, I was not sure. Maybe I was in danger? Of course, I had met ghosts, that were all about that scaring-the-shit-out-of-necromacers-thing, but Liz didnt seem like that at all, and I could feel that she really was scared.
Sure, she could have been a mental person, who escaped a hospital, and was run over by a car, and now she was just as crazy dead, but... While I was in my own thoughts, my aunt had, asked my a question, but I didnt hear it, so now she was shaking me.
"Chloe? Did you hear me? I asked how you were doing in spanish," she said. I blinked and shaked my head. "No, sorry, I was just thinking," I said. "You werent having a vision, were you?" she asked worried.
A side effect for being a necromacer, was, that I was able to see the future some times. A myth believed that those who could speak to the death could also see the future, beacuse the ghosts could see what your enemies were doing, or where to find a hidden treasure, but I could actually see the future without any help from ghosts.
I couldnt control it, beacuse that would be to easy, the visions just came whenever they wanted, just like the ghosts I had to deal with on a daily basis. Some were nice, some not that mutch, and some just wanted to talk.
The same with the visions: Some showed me good things, like I would get an A+ on my english assignment, some not that good, like the time I saw, how my friend Rae would be hit by a car, and break her arm and tree ribs. And some were to warn me, like the episode, where I was late for a class, and I saw how the door would be smashed in my face when I opend it, and when I came to the door, I waited a few seconds, and a girl came out, to go to the toilet, I supose.
They usaly come minutes, or seconds before it happens, but sometimes, they can be weeks before, so I'm never sure when something is going to happen, I just know that something is going to happen.
After I ate my pizza I told aunt Lauren, that I was tired, and went to bed. I layed in the dark and tryed to get some sleep, but my brain kept me awake with all the questions. When I finally falled a sleep I had a very weird dream.
I saw myself sitting next to a tall boy with black hair. His eyes were the most exotic color of green you could ever emagine. The scene shifted. The same boy was yelling at me and I stood with my back against a wall. The scene shifted again. I saw the boy only wearing boxershorts, standing on all four, somewhere in the woods. He body was turning in weird angels and he was screaming and howling. The scene changed and me and the boy were looking at eatch other. He leaned down to my face and...
And then I woke up. I was still groggy and a little out of place, beacuse of this weird dream. Who was that boy? Why was he yelling at me? Why was he naked? Did we kiss? All i knew, was that this either was a vesion or a dream, just a really weird one. But somewhere, deep inside i kind of hoped it wasnt a dream.
After the first class, I headed to my locker, when someone grabbed my sholder. I gave a little scream from me and the person, who i now saw was a boy, lauged. "Sorry if I scared you, I was just looking for my locker, and I was wondering if you could help me," he said. I looked at him.
He looked asian, but he had blond hair. He had a warm smile, that would make any girl blush and he wasnt so bad looking either. "Sure," I said. "What number is your locker?" The boy looked at a piece of paper. "Ehmm, 440," he said. "Then you are really lost. This hallway has numbers from 100-250, we have to go further," I said and began to walk.
Usualy i get really nervous around strangers, and sometimes i even stutter. I know, right? What kind of 15 year old stutter? Its so embaresing. As we walked, i asked the boys name. "Oh, yeah, i didnt introduce myself. I'm Simon," he said. "Nice to meet you, Simon. I'm Chloe. So, I supose you are new here?" He nodded.
"Yes, i moved to town with my brother and sister last week," he said. "Really? I never thought someone evere will move to Buffalo," I said and he laughed. "Well, my dad got a job offer, som we had to move. It kinda sucks, beacuse i had just made friends over there, but then..." He shaked his head and continued walking.
"Okay, if you dont want to talk about it, then you dont have to," I said. He noded. "Thanks," and we continued walking. "Well, here it is," I said when we came to his locker. He opened it and started to put his books in it. I leand against the neighbor locker, and watched him, while he puttet the books in.
"So tell me about your family. You said you have a sister, and a brother and a dad, how about your mother?" He shaked his head. "I dont know," he just said. "And Tori is only my half-sister. We have the same dad, but her mom is...elsewhere. And Derek...well, he's adopted, so you can say he is my foster-brother. And...Oh, hey bro,"
he said and smiled at someone behind me.
I turned around to see a boy. He was around 6"10 and had long, like he realy needed a haircut, black, matte hair. His cheeks was covered in acne scars, and beside that, he could be mistaken for a grown-up man, due to the fact that he was not only tall, but also huge. His hooddie streatched over his chest, like it maybe was a little too small. But the most choking was his eyes. The most exotic green I have ever seen. I couldnt hold back a scream. I litterly jumped in the air.
This was the boy from the dream! "You!" I realised i said it out loud. The boy looked at me, like I was some sort of crazy person. Simon just looked funny at us. "Do you know eatch other?" he asked. I turned to him and shook my head. "N-no, of-f-f cours n-not. I-i-i j-just," i stopped my self and took a deep breath in. "I was just chocked by his sudden apperence, thats all," I said and smiled friendly to Simon. He smiled back. "Well, then, Chloe, this is my brother, Derek," he said.
I turned slowly to Derek and looked him in the eyes. "H-hi I'm Chl-loe," I said. "Locker," he said. "Exuse me, what?" He grunted. "Behind you." I began to blush. I moved away, over to Simon, and he opened the locker, that I was leaning against. "I think i better go off to class then," I said, adressed to Simon. "Okay, but promise we'll meet at lunch?" I blushed. "Sure, no problem. Bye!" And with those words I almost ran away from them. Oh god, what did just happen?
