A/N Whoot! Whoot! I Loved the response I got for the first chappie! You all are awesome! Any suggestions are welcome! I'm sorry I haven't updated in…forever. I wont throw excuses at you, I just got distracted I guess. I don't own darkest powers…unfortunately. *sigh* On with Chapter Two!
I can't believe she was doing this. A few months? How could she do this to me? She's supposed to be my family. She can't honestly think this will be good for me, she must be insane. Yeah that's it, she's the crazy one not me…yeah right.
I jumped out of the car leaving behind my "breakfast", I'd lost my appetite anyways. I ran up the stairs to my room and slammed my door. I know I was being a bit over dramatic, but I was a teenage girl. I had every right to be dramatic, right?
I sighed, there was no way I was getting out of this. I looked around my room wondering just how much I could pack into the suitcases I had in the back of my closet. Oh my god!Out of nowhere an idea struck me. I ran over to my bed and hoped it was still there. I lifted my pillow, and there it was. My cell phone.
Once back in Lyle House, I would still be able to contact the outside world. I stuffed it in my long-forgotten shoulder bag that hung on my bedpost. I stuffed it under a whole bunch of clothes and a few books. It would be to visible if I put it in my pocket.
I wonder…I took out one of the suitcases from my closet and opened it up. I looked under my bed, I hoped no one cleaned under here while I was gone. I moved all the cardboard boxes out of the way and…Aha! I pulled out a small rectangular box. When dad went to Japan he got me a little mini laptop. He gave it to me right before we had…the talk. I think it was supposed to be some sort of piece offering. I never used it because it would just remind me of that horrible conversation, so it ended up under my bed. But it was just small enough that I could hide it without it being obvious. Thank you Dad!
I put my miniature piece of Japanese technology in one of the out side pockets under a whole bunch of clothes. I grabbed my digital camera and put it in my pocket. I remember Liz had a camera, so I doubt they'll take mine. I loved this camera. I can't believe I lasted this long with out it.
I was basically just throwing random clothes in, I didn't care what it was. I was about done when Aunt Lauren knocked on my door.
"It's open," my voice my may have been a bit bitter.
"Chloe, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I really am, I brought you a box, figured you might want to pack some books or something." She put the box on the floor and walked out. I had my back to her this whole time, so when I looked at the box it looked like it would fit a lot more than just books. I bet I could fit in there along with the books, and my my gosh! My movies! How could I forget them?
I ran over to my bookshelf and started gathering my various movies and books. I stacked them carefully into the over-sized box. I was right, there was still plenty of room in the box.
I looked at my Spongebob clock on the wall, that I've had since I was seven. It'd only been two hours since we arrived at the house. What on Earth has Aunt Lauren been doing this whole time. I walked downstairs looking for her. "Aunt Lauren?" I saw her in the kitchen, she had her back to me. "Aunt Lauren?"
I heard her in the kitchen. "You can't do that!" I'd never heard Aunt Lauren so frustrated. Was she talking to herself I opened the kitchen door to see she had her back to me.
Was she talking to herself? "Aunt Lauren?"
She turned to look at me and I noticed she was on her cell. I should have known she wasn't talking to herself, I'm the crazy one after all. "We'll discuss this when I get back," she said to whoever was on the other end. "Chloe, you ready?" She asked.
I sighed, I really missed my house. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to go back to Lyle House. I wanted my old life back. I wanted my old school back, my old friends. Heck, I even missed Milos, the cab driver who took me to school.
"Not really." I wasn't going to lie, I didn't want to go. This was supposed to be a fun day out with my Aunt. But instead I spent it packing, oh joy.
"Chloe, I know you don't want to go back to Lyle House, but honey," she gestured for me to sit down. "Chloe, right now Lyle House is the best place for you right now, with other kids just like you. Chloe I'm sure if you give them all a chance you'll grow to like it there."
Just like me. What did that mean?
"Psh, sure," I scoffed.
"Chloe? What is it? Is one of the kids messing with you?" Oh lord, what do I say?
"N-n-nothing," I couldn't look her in the eye."Chloe?" Her voice was stern. "Chloe, look at me." She grabbed my arm, which considering my luck, just so happen to be the arm Derek had bruised. I winced and hope she didn't notice.
She did.
"Chloe, let me see your arm." It wasn't a request. If I said no, it would only raise her suspicion. This woman was perceptive. When she saw it she was bound to ask who did it. Because of the shape, I couldn't just say I fell. It was obvious someone's hand had caused them.
She didn't wait for me to respond. She pulled my hand, for me to stand up, I did. She pulled down the sleeve of my when she sees it, she gasps. "Chloe! Who did this? You should have told me!"
"It-it's noth-th nothing," Oh god, I'm stuttering.
"Chloe," she said sternly, "who did this? What's his name?"
"I never said it was a 'he'." There is no way I'm getting out of this.
"So it was a girl then?" No no no!
"N-n-no Aunt Lauren, really i-i-it's no-th-thing." At this point I had managed to weasel out of her grasp, and fix my jacket properly.
"It was that Victoria girl wasn't it?" No! Before I could object, she went on. "I knew that girl was trouble." She turned to look at me. "It's okay Chloe, I'll take care of this."
"N-no, Aunt Lauren, don't-" she cut me off. "Now Chloe, don't give me that. She hurt you and something needs to be done about this."
My name is Chloe Saunders, and this is My Descent Into Madness.