It's dark. I know it's daytime, but my black curtains block out most of the light. The few specs that manage to get in fall on the wooden floor that glistens a little in the sunshine. I can't see a thing except the glow of my clock. The digital numbers read 11:11. It's a sign. I make a wish which I always do when it's exactly this time but only if I catch it. I'm surprised at how often I do.
I feel thirsty. I feel the cottony taste that I always wake up with when I actually sleep through the night. My eyes are open, but I feel like they are still shut through the darkness. I feel around the other side of my bed to find my remote and water bottle. I find the remote first. I finger out the power button and turn on the T.V. An old Vampire flick is on and I'm not interested. I sit up to look around for my water bottle. I hate the taste of cotton. I find it on the floor bathing in the light on the sun. I notice that it's reflecting light is in the corner where I couldn't see it. I grab it and chug it down.
I don't want to get up. It's Sunday, and it's cold. The only thing nice about today was the fact that it is suppose to rain, but it seems like it won't happen. The screams of the woman echo through my cement walls and I groan as the Vampire does, but I'm trying to get up. I have things to do today.
I walk to the door and I flick on the lights. It hurts my eyes and I groan a little more. I know my parents are going to be pissed if they knew how late I slept today. What they'd hate more is how late it was when I went to bed. They'd question me, so I'd have to say I was watching movies or playing my games or something. I started up my game system and put in a random game. I played a little till I got to a certain point and I paused it, as if I was playing for hours. They would never tell the difference.
I grab my robe and head to the bathroom where I start the water. Nice and hot. Then I stripped down to my birthday suite and I stepped in. The hot water pierced my skin and burned, but I loved the sensation. I tried to make my daily shower quick so I could leave. I could feel my stomach growling for food. I quickly went to my room and tried to get my clothes on fast. I knew my dad hated my wardrobe, but it was my body and my money, so he could do nothing about it.
When I was younger, he used to control everything. How my hair was cut, what kind of clothing I wore, what my room looked like. I didn't notice it, but when I reached the age of 11, I started changing that on my own. I got a babysitting job. I started hanging pictures in my room and changed my room around. I started buying my own clothes. I mostly wore band-ts and black hoodies. I started wearing make-up. Eventually, I cut my once long shiny hair to be shoulder length and got my wind-swept bangs which turned into the new "emo-do" but I wear it because I like it. Then I dyed it. He hated that. He was giving into my growing independence. I dyed it crimson and I got little thin highlights of blonde through it. It was cool. He hated it. I loved that he hated it.
I tried to find something scary today since I was going with my friends shopping at the local mall. I wanted it to be sexy in case I saw a cute guy. I can't mix scary with sexy. I should go sexy. It's been almost a month and I'm definitely over my ex boyfriend. It's time to get someone new.
I dug through my drawers and my closet. I decided to wear my red and black plaid skirt. It was plaid, but it had solid black under it and most of all, weird little metal safety pins all over which added the right amount of metal. I pulled out a long sleeve black shirt. It was warm and comfy. I slipped on some black stockings to keep me warm, and I had to add my trade-mark. The black combat boots with red laces. Something I'm known for in school.
I changed my lip ring to a black plastic ring instead of the metal stud I had in last night. I combed my hair back behind my ears and slipped some dangling earrings in which had a black crucifix at the bottom. I did my make-up; thick, black eye-liner, black and grey smoky eye-lids. I don't use mascara, it's messy and my eye-lashes never seemed longer or thicker. I picked up my thin, smoky red sweatshirt and slipped it on. It was shorter than my sleeves, so I folded the shirt back on my sweatshirt which gave it a connected look, like they were made that way. I loved it. My dad would hate it.
I grabbed my cell-phone and purse packed with things I'd need. Then I walked up stairs and tried to act like I've been awake for a while. It didn't matter. My mom and dad were both asleep on the couches. My brother was watching T.V., but he didn't care if I was awake or not, and he wouldn't tell on me if he knew. He looked at me and grinned.
"Morning, Sunshine," He said grinning.
"Don't tell Mom and Dad," I said through clenched teeth.
"You know I won't. Where are you going?" He asked looking at my clothing.
"Tell mom and dad I'm going shopping." I told him plainly, ignoring his question.
I didn't wait for a reply. I walked away and grabbed my keys off the counter and walked out the door. I called one friend. Ashley was her name. Hating her mom was her game.
"Hello?" A bored voice answered the phone.
"Hey, Ash-hole!" I tried to act cheery. I wasn't good at it.
"Were you really up that late last night?" She asked.
"Yep. I had a wild orgy with thirteen guys!" I joked as I hopped in the car and put on my seat-belt.
"Why didn't you invite me!?" She joked too. We both laughed.
"Look, I'll be over there in ten minutes. Call Sara, Alison, and Bridget and tell them I'm on my way, okay?" I demanded.
"What?! Am I your own personal slave now!?" She asked angrily.
"Yep. Now get on it or you don't get fed tonight." I tried to make her happy.
"Fine. See ya then." She droned as she hung up. I hung up too and put the phone in my purse. I started the car up and pulled out of the drive way.
I turned on my favorite radio station and let the music fill my car. I was in another world while driving. I knew what I was doing, but I was thinking. Things weren't normal lately. Quite creepy actually. I've been dreaming a lot. I've been sleeping through the night a lot. It's not normal for insomniacs. I've been waking up in other places. I've been sleep walking. The dreams are the worst. Last night was just terrible. I saw fangs smirking at me. Long, sharp canines dripping in crimson blood and wanting more. Cold blue eyes. I seen bodies all around me with the blood drained from them. I knew it wasn't real, but it scared me. The scene was still except for lips going over the fangs and showing them again and a tongue that ran around the mouth licking up the blood.
I didn't know what happened, but I was already at Ashley's and I got there safely and without being pulled over. I don't know how, but all I seen was her running up to the car and she got in. We drove off to pick up the others. It's a pain in the ass, but I'm the only one with a car.
The ride to the mall was loud. All of them talking and the radio going and all I could think about was blood. Why were vampires coming back into my life? I gave up the childish act a long time ago. I was done thinking about sucking blood and fangs and long black capes.
All my friends were shrouded in black. Only Ashley was wearing a skirt too. She had a clingy black v-neck shirt, a plain black mini and fishnets with little black slip ons with a long black trench. Sara was wearing black capris, black high-top converse, a black shirt with little red stars around it and a grey sweat shirt. Bridget was wearing a grey shirt, grey and black stripped pants with many zippers, some white slip-ons and a black sweatshirt. Alison was all black. Black jeans, plain black shirt, black sweatshirt, black skater shoes. All of our hair was a different color. Ashley's was plain and brown. Sara's was brown and had blonde highlights, Bridget had blonde with black streaks and Alison had plain blonde. We all had thick eyeliner and smoky eyes except for Bridget. She didn't like make-up.
At school, it was mainly us at the lunch table. We were the scary Goth people, but none of us felt gothic. We like black, red, white, and grey. We didn't like the bright cheery colors because they hurt our eyes. If we ever wore white, it was very little. We didn't like attention, but our gothic image suited us. Everyone left us alone and they wouldn't bother us. It also got some guys attention. Not the preppy and cheery guys that we hated, but another kind. They would sit at one end and we would sit at the other and they would look at us. That's how I met that bastard.
I came back to Earth and found myself heading off the freeway and on the way to the mall. My friends were bickering on which store to go to first. I knew where we were going already. The whole order. It was how we always went, but we always fought about it just to be a pain in the ass.
"We're here!" I yelled when rolling into the entrance. Their bickering got louder.
We entered the mall and we got the usual glances and sometimes stare except for people who dressed like us. We went in our normal order. We went to Wet Paint; the art shop, Castle Drac; the "Goth" store, Lilac; the incense and perfume store, Chord; the instrument shop, and X-foot; the extreme sports and footwear store. I finished shopping with new paint brushes, paint, gloves, shoelaces, earrings, lip-rings, and perfume, tons of incense, a new guitar strap, and new skateboard wheels. I was pretty happy with my haul and so where the rest of the girls. We went to the Food Court to finish up.
The food court was the best. There were tons of restaurants to go to, and there was the beautiful fountain in the middle that no one really sat at. The girls and I loved to sit there. It was our spot. We mostly went to different restaurants. I felt like Italian, so I went to Papa Pep's and got a slice of cheese pizza and a large Diet Coke. I have to keep my hot body. I met up with the rest of the girls in the middle and we ate our meal laughing and talking. Then I noticed Sara staring at someone.
"That guy..." She said.
"What?" Bridget asked.
"He's starting right at Anna." Sara continued.
The girls all started bickering to each other and they all confirmed that some guy was staring at me. I tried to act casual to look and I was betting that it was some old ugly guy and the girls were trying to fool me. I turned and seen an old guy staring at me. I threw up a little in my mouth.
"The old guy?" I whispered.
"No. He's in front of Papa Pep's." Alison whispered back.
I changed my vision more towards my favorite place to eat and sure enough, some guy was staring at me. He was actually cute. He looked about our age. He had pale skin, but he was thin and dressed in all black. He wore black pants with chains all over them, a black t-shirt, and black combat boots. His hair was down past his chin, mid-shoulder length and black with a few blonde streaks. His left eyebrow was pierced which led me to his eyes. They were cold but beautiful. They were an icy blue and they gave me chills. I quickly turned away and blushed. He was damn hot.
"Ooooo. Anna thinks he's cute!" Bridget yelled. I blushed more.
"I bet all of you did. He's probably not looking at me..." I said drifting off into my own little world.
I stood up and threw away my garbage and sucked down my soda. I wanted to see if he was really staring at me. I turned and looked at him, and his head was facing me and not towards the fountain. He was. It should have been creeped out, but he was just so cute. I walked back to the fountain where they were all giggling. I gave them the look of terror and they all got up and started walking with me. We left with all our things and I just couldn't stop thinking about his eyes. They seemed so familiar.
The ride home was horrible. It was bad enough that we were all packed into the car, but to have tons and tons of bags with us? I sent each person off with a "See you on the first day of school!" And then they'd groan in annoyance. None of us were looking forward to school, but at least we finished our school shopping.
I got home and my parents were still sleeping, and my brother was still lying on the couch, watching T.V. I walked past them to my basement. I could see the darkness grabbing for me. I gladly walked into it. I knew the way to my room perfectly. I reached out my arms to make sure I didn't run into the door to my room. It pushed open when I hit it. My T.V. was still on, so I threw my bags on the floor and laid on my bed. I stared at the ceiling and began to think.
I wonder if I'll ever be able to see him again. His eyes. They send chills down my spine. They were so harsh, yet beautiful. If there is a God, I prey that I see him again.
I stared at the ceiling for a second. I was bored. I stood up and turned on the light. I unpacked everything and turned off my game system. I turned on the cable and looked for something to watch. Nothing good. I turned on the computer and looked for a good chat to go into. I found very few people were in my favorite chat room titled "Black Days". There were people who went there all the time and once in a while, a newbie.
The person who started the chat was called "bloodluver71" and they were female. She was deeply consumed with the thought of darkness all the time to let the night creatures loose on humans who weren't so nocturnal, giving creatures of the night a winder variety of blood types that have soaked in sun. Yum, vitamin D. I was young when I first went in there. I was looking for something to do, and I was as disturbed as bloodluver71 at the time. Many people went there before me with the same thoughts as bloodluver71. They all claimed they were creatures of the night, and I said I was a vampire. I've always seemed as one of the most sophisticated and youngest members of the chat, and the usually referred to me as Kid. It changed eventually. I was very surprised to see that there were just a ton of regulars.
Enter Chat: Black Days
Lust4blood56: so, when are we taking over luver?
bloodluver71: as soon as i finish making this device
vamphater101: and what would this device be? will the moon be out always?
bloodluver71: not a chance wolfboy
missingTwilight: Why don't you try to make a cure to sunlight?
bloodluver 71: there already is one, but our poor vamp hands cant get enough money to buy it
missingTwilight: Then how do we have the internet? The computer and power costs money.
Lust4blood56: kid, it's a lot more money then you think
missingTwilight: Don't call me Kid, but how much is it?
vamphater101: around $20,000 plus a waiting list of around a century
missingTwilight: That's not that bad.
bloodluver71: but thats not all. the guy who made the cure also has to know why you want it, how desperate you are, and how anxious you are for it then he might shorted the waiting period for you.
Lust4blood: luver, who made it again? i forgot.
vamphater101: it was i, i'll admit it
missingTwilight: Why would a werewolf make a cure for sunlight that's meant for vamps when it is clearly an advantage to it when the final battle comes? You liar.
vamphater101: fine, you caught me.
Enter Chat: wantingsun51
missingTwilight: It's only reasonable wolfy.
wantingsun51: Is wolfboy trying to convince you that he made the cure, also?
Lust4blood56: yep
missingTwilight: It is completely irrational for a werewolf to try and find a cure for the sun.
wantingsun51: I have the cure. It works great.
bloodluver71: what did you have to do to get it?
wantingsun51: I had to do a lot.
I once believed I was the only literate creature to venture into the cyber space I now called my home page. When wantingsun51 came in, I found out that he was a regular also, but extremely literate with the use of big words. He's always been the most convincing vampire on there. I could talk to him all night about vampire life. He thought I wasn't a vampire, and he was right. I don't think he is one, but it's really intriguing to see these people act like this. To act like hungry-for-blood crazed people, like they actually drank blood. I've always wondered who these people really were, but nothing is ever learned.
Eventually vamphater101 and Lust4blood56 left by saying it was time for hunting, and that left wantingsun51, bloodluver71 and me alone. I talked with all of them for what seemed like an hour or two, but I glanced at the clock and it was almost three o' clock. It was a long longer than I intended.
bloodluver71: i was thinking about buying a guitar and trying to get into a band that only showed at night
wantingsun51: That is ridiculous. You'd have to play a day show eventually. If you were to do that, you should buy the cure.
missingTwilight: I really need to get to bed.
wantingsun51: I should too if I'm going to go into the sun again. I've loved the sun and I've even enrolled into a high school around here. School starts on Tuesday. It should be fun.
bloodluver71: i'll be left all alone then
bloodluver71: i guess it is about dinner time anyways.
missingTwilight: Well, I'll talk to you guys some other time.
wantingsun51: Oh, Twilight, remember, it's a small world.
Exit Chat: wantingsun51
bloodluver71: he is so amazing. i cant believe hes single
missingTwilight: Really?
bloodluver71: yep but it does matter...he's more interested in a human he saw today.
missingTwilight: Sorry, luv, but I have to get to bed.
bloodluver71: bye, kid.
missingTwilight: Bye.
Exit Chat
I stared at the blank screen as I wait for it to load on the members list. I looked up the screen name wantingsun51 and pulled up his profile. There was no picture. There was no information. Just one word and a sentence. "Vampire" was under occupation. "It's a small world for a vampire on a hunt. Mike" was under his favorite quote and the screen was plain with red font. Seeing that I wouldn't be able to get any information from his profile, I shut down my computer, changed into a black night-gown and flopped into bed. Thoughts began to swirl through my head. What could he mean that it's a small world? Did he want me to find out that he's on a hunt? Is he after me? Did he somehow find me? That's impossible. I just don't think he'd try to find me out of anyone. He's not a vampire. This is all just a silly game played by a bunch of immature adults and a few kids. I wonder what he looks like.
It's an odd feeling, waking up in the darkness. I couldn't see anything from the faint glow of my alarm clock. I knew it was daylight, but the few specks that landed in my room were caught by the floor. I felt around for the TV remote to supply some light, but I felt a hand instead.
"What are you doing here?" I moaned.
"I wanted to see you before school started...to say sorry." He mumbled.
It was Austin. I hated him for what he did to me. There was a time when I loved him, when he made me feel like I had everything to live for. We were just friends once. We'd stare at each other from the opposite sides of the table, and one day, I ended up sitting next to him and we talked. After that, we were always next to each other, or across from each other, but either way, we were talking about anything. Eventually, he asked me out, and I said yes. It was a horrible mistake. We would hold hands in the hall and kiss when we parted. We sometimes would say that we loved each other. It lasted for a while, but he did something so diabolical. He was disappointed when I said I wouldn't have sex with him in any way. He looked for alternatives. He found the school slut and they had their fun behind my back, but I caught him. The memory still in my head. Don't think about it.
"Just get out," I mumbled. I found the remote and turned on the TV.
"No, I want to talk to you." He demanded.
"Get out!" I yelled as I pushed him.
It was a bad thing when you angered him. He would get violent, but he never hit me before, no matter what I did. He would joke, but he never did. When he wanted something, he'd get violent for it. I never expected him to do anything.
He jumped back on the bed, on top of me. He pinned my hands down above my head and looked at me. His eyes were stern and cold. I glared at him and he just glared back.
"Just listen to me." He begged.
"No!" I yelled again. I spat in his face.
It seemed to go in slow motion as the spit flew into his face. The shock was great to him and he quickly whipped it off, leaving my hand free. I pushed him off me again and ran out of the room. What did he think he was doing? I put a chair in front of the door and ran into my bathroom and locked the door, hoping he wouldn't know I was in here, but it was obvious he did. He knocked on the door.
"Come on, Banana. I just want to talk." I didn't answer. "Please. It was just hormones. I love you, and you know that. I will always love you."
"Then you shouldn't have let your hormones get to you." I sneered. I heard him sigh.
"Just please, come out."
"What? So, you can rape me?!" I barked. He sighed again.
"Anna, come on." He pleaded.
"It's your fault. We are never getting back together." I emphasized the word never.
"Fine. Fuck you." He mumbled through the door.
I didn't know what he was thinking. He sighed against the door and I could hear him walk away and he opened the door, slammed it and left. I unlocked the door and sighed as I drifted back to my room. It hurts so much to know that someone you loved cheated on you. It hurt a lot and I just couldn't trust him anymore. We were over, forever.
I began to think about what I should do with myself this year at school. Austin was the only guy I've had interest in that was in my school. Maybe I'll stay single till I go to college, if I go to college. What if there is a cute new guy? Or, should I go prep? Hell no. It'll be a cold day in hell when I go cheerleading for my football boyfriend. It'll be icy cold.
I had noting to do, so I decided to clean up my room and unpack my new stuff for the new year. I had bags and bags of new clothes and other stuff I wanted. I made room in my closet for new shoes and clothes. I also made room in my dresser. I unloaded little black mini skirts and some other dark colored ones. I neatly folded up a ton of new band t-shirts and placed them in spots. I pulled out a new pair of skateboarding shoes and bar laced them with shoe laces that were black with hot pink stars. I pulled out my favorite thing...a new trench coat. It was beautiful and comfortable. The best part was, it wasn't leather, but it looked like it was. Pleather.
After everything was put away and neat, I made my bed and laid out a bag from Pete's. Pete's was the skateboard shop down the street from my dilapidated house. It was a cool place to buy gear, but it also had a huge skate park. I finally bought a new skateboard, trucks, bearings, and grip tape. He pretty much gave me everything I needed up build my board. I started right away. I began to place everything in the right place making sure the grip tape was in the right design I wanted. This time, I went for a design that was criss-crossed lines making diamonds. It would be awesome to roll into school on this.
I finished making my skateboard and I looked for something else to do. It was only noon and the sun would be up and bright. I guess it would be nice to go swimming on the last day of freedom. I turned off the T.V. and flicked the light switch off while I walked out. I crawled up the stairs and into the sun. I winced in pain. It was bright and my brother, Anthony, laughed at me as he watched T.V., eating a sandwich. I glared at him. I stood up straight in my black nightgown and went the pantry and pulled out a package of s'mores pop-tarts. My favorite. I watched a show he had on while I ate.
"Let's go swimming." I said, chewing.
"Why?" He asked surprised.
"It's nice out, and I want to enjoy my freedom." I mumbled.
"Where will we go then?"
"To Hanley Public Pool. They just put in a diving board this year." I tempted him.
"Let's go then!" He yelled as a jumped up.
I watched him as her started running around to get ready. I never saw anyone with so much adrenaline from the idea of going swimming. He ran outside to our bathing-suite rack and handed me mine as he ran to the bathroom to put his on. I walked down the stairs and into my bathroom and put it on. I felt silly wearing this, but my mom bought it for me. It was black at least. It was just a black halter-top bikini with flames on it. I was so relived that the bottoms weren't a thong, but they had the ridiculous flames on them too. I put my suit on and slipped a pair of jean shorts on and a black t-shirt over them. I picked out a pair of black flip-flops that were ratty and old. They were extremely comfortable, though. I brushed my hair up and tied it with a large black hair-tie.
I grabbed a couple beach towels and threw them in a bag along with sun block. I walked back upstairs and my brother was waiting at the door in his blue swim trunks, a white t-shirt, and cobalt blue rubber flip-flops. He was smiling widely and it scared me a little. No one should be this happy to go swimming in a public pool where people pee a lot. I sighed.
"Let's go." I said plainly as I walked to the car.
He fallowed close behind me as I hopped in the car and he did the same. We buckled our seatbelts and he messed with the radio once I started it up. I drove off and we didn't talk. I was thinking. It was still stuck in my mind what wantingsun51 could mean. It's a small world? Did he want to say that it's a small world for a vampire on a hunt? Is he a real vampire? Is he hunting me? That's ridiculous. Is this real at all, or no? Is there really a cure?
All these questions flooded my head as I drove. I didn't notice my brother mooning another car. When I did, I didn't bother yelling at him. I just sighed kept ignoring him. Then I saw Austin. He was walking down the street and I wanted to badly to run him over. His head was down and he had his hands in his pocket. He looked like he was trying to get attention. Idiot.
We arrived at the pool and he ran to the entrance. I pulled out $4 and walked in. He was waiting for me. I handed the clerk the money and walked in. I was surprised that it wasn't that crowded. There were a few people there, and a couple I knew. Otherwise, there were younger kids that I didn't know, and a boy about my age. The boy from the mall. I gasped when I saw him.
He looked gorgeous in the sun. His skin was pale, but it made his eyes look so bright. He was sitting in a lounge chair in the oddest stance. His hands rested on his thighs where his black swim-trunks were and he looked like he was staring at the sun. Away from me this time. I sighed at his beauty. Then I immediately wanted to slap myself.
What would a gorgeous boy like him want with someone like me? He wasn't staring at me yesterday because he was interested. He was staring because I looked like some gothic whore! I felt so stupid. I wanted to run away, but I was here with Anthony, and I brought him here.
I found a spot in the sun while Anthony run and jumped in the pool with a loud "Cannonball." I shook my head and saw that the blue-eyed angel was looking. I laid out my towel on a lounge chair and began taking off my shirt and shorts. I kicked off my flip-flops and sat at the edge of the pool. I dipped my feet in and glanced to the angel, and he was looking at me. I was surprised that it made me uncomfortable. It seemed like he wanted to kill me or something. I tried to act casual and looked in the pool. Then I felt a splash. Anthony was in the pool staring at me. He splashed me.
"You little ass." I mumbled to him.
"Get in here then!" He yelled at me grinning.
I glared at him then stood up and walked away. I sat down on my towel and laid down. I stared at the sky and tried to make images out of the light fluffy clouds. He knew he was going to try to provoke me. I waited, silently.
"Come on, Anna! You said we were going swimming. Not tanning!" He yelled at me from the pool.
"Just shut up." I said as I sat up.
He glared at me, sitting there. I stood up and sighed. I walked over to the diving board. I looked at how deep it was. I looked at how high the board was. I looked at Anthony watching me. I glanced to see the angel glaring at me. I walked up the ladder to the board. I walked to the end and dived off. The water was surprisingly warm. I swam back up and gasped for air. I swam around to Anthony.
"Happy now?" I said to him.
He nodded ferociously and splashed me. We had a splashing fight and we swam for hours. The angel failed to move from his spot once. He also failed to achieve a tan. It was around five when Anthony and I got out of the pool and started to leave. The angel still sat there, staring at the sun. He began to creep me out. How can a male model creep me out? I walked out with Anthony and went home. I went in and my dad was sleeping on the couch. My parents are always sleeping.
I went downstairs to my room. I turned on the light and looked at my ridiculous swimsuit and my hair. I needed to change it up tomorrow. I started planning my outfit to pass time. I then started planning my hair. I decided to leave it down. I looked at earrings and decided on my hot pink lip ring and some black ball studs. I turned on my game system and played that for a while. I was bored. My phone started ringing. It was Austin. I picked it up to tell him to go away.
"Hello?" I said annoyed.
"I'm sorry." He quickly said.
"Fuck off!" I yelled as I hung up.
I began to think. I picked up my phone and started searching through the numbers. I found the name Maddy. I clicked talk and heard the rings. No one answered. I tried again. This time I heard a click and a voice.
"Hello?" A frail voice asked.
"Hey. How you feeling?" I asked her.
"Just dandy. I'm now completely bald." She said.
"Do you want me to bring you a wig, Maddy?" I tried to lighten the situation.
"No. I'd rather you didn't come to see me though." She said.
"You know I can't do that. I'll come see you after dinner, okay?" I explained.
"Please don't. I don't want anyone to see me like this." She tried to convince me.
"No. I'm coming and you can't do anything about it." I put it straight.
"Fine. Bring me chocolate though." She requested.
"Fine. I'll see you soon then." I said.
"Bye then." She said.
"Bye." We hung up.
Maddy was my friend. My best friend. She hasn't been seen that much since she's been going to chemotherapy. It made me cry thinking that she might die, but we all tried to stay strong for her. I let some tears escape my face as I picked out some clothes to wear. I decided some blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt and my grey hoody. I grabbed my purse with all my money and such in it and shoved my phone in there too. I walked up-stairs and dinner was almost done.
"Mom, I'm going to go visit Maddy. I'll eat a sandwich later, okay?" I said after kissing her on the cheek.
"Fine." She sighed.
I walked out the door to my car and went to the gas-station and got some gas along with bars of chocolate. I played the price and drove off towards Maddy's house. Her parents were home and I knocked on the door. Mrs. Wolf answered.
"Hi Mrs. Wolf." I said trying to seem happy.
"Oh, hi Anna. Maddy's waiting for you." She said stepping aside to let me in.
"Is the chemo working?" I asked as I stepped in.
"They're not sure. She's enrolled and they're allowing her to wear a hat all the time. I don't think you'll see her out of a wheel-chair. She's so weak." She explained leading me in.
"Well, if you need any help, I'll be glad to." I offered.
"Thank-you. She's in her room." She said, motioning to the hall.
"Okay. Thanks." I said walking down the hall.
I entered her room and it was clean. The bed was made but there was a weak little body in it. It was Maddy. All her hair abandoned her body and she smiled at me. I smiled back holding in my tears. It was hard to see her like this. She has no hair, eyebrows, or eyelashes. I walked over and sat on her bed.
"Where's my chocolate?" She joked.
"What? You only want me for my chocolate?" I said pulling it out.
"Damn straight!" She said smiling. I gave her some.
"Will you be at school tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm still trying to choose a hat to wear." She said looking at the hats on her lap.
"Well, which ever one you choose, you'll look great." I said smiling.
"Not so great with a wheel-chair." She told me pointing to one in the corner.
"You're wrong! Those things are fun to roll around in! No wheelies though." I winked.
We talked about so many things. She was worried that everyone would treat her like she was as delicate as a feather. We joked and I tried to make her happy. When I left, she just kept smiling and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I gave her and her mother hugs before I left and went home. I wasn't hungry, so I went straight to bed. I had a lot of stress from Maddy, school, Austin, and now this Angel that was haunting me. His eyes were in my mind, glaring, as I tried to sleep.