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bigger wardrobe. Okay....I'll just write the next chapter, now.
A/N: High school and volleyball have been taking up most of my time, so finding time to write, or even come up with ideas, has been REALLY hard. So, if this isn't as "disturbing" as the other chapters, I'm sorry.
Chapter 13-"I'm going to die"
Rachel switched on the headlights. She glanced at Eric, who was beginning to nod off. Aiden had been sleeping for about half an hour already and still looked peaceful. Rachel could only hope that he was as peaceful on the inside as the outside.
Eric yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. "Rachel?" he mumbled.
"Hmm?"
"Where are we?"
Rachel sighed in annoyance. Only half an hour ago, she had announced that they had entered Minnesota. She hated repeating herself, especially when it was to the same person. "Minnesota, why?"
"I don't know. I was just wondering...."
Rachel nodded, rolling her eyes; her patience was growing thin. If Eric didn't want to tell her what was on his mind, she couldn't care less. She glanced in the rear-view mirror to look at herself. The dark circles under her eyes seemed to be growing larger and larger. Her blond hair was messy and dirty, and her eyes were bloodshot. 'God,' she thought, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. 'I don't think I can take another day of this; running away from every rest stop....we'll just die of starvation or lack of sleep, or...." Her thought trailed off as she yawned.
Rachel tried to ignore her fatigue by thinking of where they would run to next. 'I just wish I knew somewhere she would never go....' Rachel's eyes snapped open as an idea hit her. "I got it!" she exclaimed. Aiden and Eric both awoke to her exclamation and began muttering questions under their breath.
"Rach? What the....?" groaned Eric, rubbing at his eyes angrily.
"I'm sorry, you two. It's just-I know where we can stay!" Eric and Aiden stared at her, silently asking her to continue. "The one place that she was never happy, and where all of her horrible thoughts were: the psychiatric hospital!"
"Mom, that's all the way back near home," said Aiden, shaking his head. "But I do like that idea. The little girl always said that she hated that place and that she never wanted to go back to that room where the mean doctors would stare at her and ask her questions, and tell her that she was a liar."
"That's great! But why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I-I forgot until just now. Sorry."
"It's okay, because now we know were we have to go!" Rachel immanently swerved the car around, and began driving in the opposite direction.
Eric sat in his seat, staring at the dashboard. Rachel noticed this and gently nudged his shoulder. Eric immediately snapped upright, looking over at her, fear flashing quickly over his eyes, but quickly being replaced with ease. He smiled at her after noticing that she was worried about his reaction. "What is it, Rachel?"
She shook her head, turning back to the road. "I have no idea, Eric. It seems like you are trying to act like there's nothing wrong, but I can tell that something IS wrong. What is it?" Eric turned his head to the right, and began looking at the passing-by trees. "Eric, no..look at me. Please," she added, exhausted.
Eric obeyed, slowly turning his head over to Rachel's direction, but not looking at her face. "Rachel, really," he sighed. "I'm okay.."
"No, you're not!" she snapped. "There's something wrong, and you know what it is. Tell me! This MUST be concerning Samara in some way, so I deserve to know." Rachel drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for Eric to respond. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Eric looking at his hands, which were locked together in his lap.
"Well, I-I," he began, almost instantly snapping his mouth shut.
"Damn it, Eric! Just tell me!"
"Rachel, something bad is going to happen to you. She showed me....and- and," he stammered, tears burning in his eyes that he refused to let fall. "Rach..I'm going to die." He said the last line so softly; Rachel had to lean in close to hear him.
It took a few seconds for Eric's words to sink in. As Rachel slowly moved back to sitting upright in the driver's seat, Eric's words repeated themselves over and over again. I'm going to die..I'm going to die..
She shook her head violently. "Eric, NO! I'm not going to let you die! Samara's trying to scare you! Eric!" she shouted at Eric, who refused to look back at her. "Eric, listen to me! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE!" Rachel stopped shouting and avoided looking in the rear-view mirror at her son's concerned eyes. She took a deep breath and then continued. "Eric," she whispered, "I promise..you aren't going to die because of Samara."
Eric's form seemed to relax, but Rachel could still hear his words in her mind, echoing, never fading..
I'm going to die..
She rubbed her temple, trying to ignore his voice in her head, which sounded so afraid, but so sincere; he truly believed that he was going to die. 'No,' she thought. 'I won't let someone else die because of me.'
"Mom?" Rachel looked at her right arm, where Aiden's head was resting.
"Honey, put on your seatbelt."
"You know, Eric's right..he is going to die," Aiden said softly, ignoring his mother's command.
Rachel saw Eric tense up once more, and looked over angrily at her son. "Aiden, no he is not. I don't care what Samara told you she was going to do, Eric is NOT dying."
"Mom, you can't change what's going to happen, and you should accept that, not deny something just because you think that YOU'LL be at fault."
Aiden looked so wise that Rachel's anger was replaced with wonder, but she shook her head once again. "No," she whispered. "No..no one is going to die. We have lots of time."
Aiden sighed, and then leaned back in his seat. Rachel looked down as she heard his seatbelt click. At that moment, she noticed that nothing out of the ordinary had happened for over two hours. 'Maybe she's giving up..no that would never happen. She's planning something,' she thought, grinding her teeth together.
At that moment, Rachel wished that she had never noticed that nothing had happened: her whole body lost feeling, and she fell limp in her seat. "Eric..Aiden.." she murmured. Eric looked over at her and saw her head lolling on the top of the seat.
"Rach?" he said, gently nudging her arm.
As soon as his hand touched her arm, a burning sensation was sent throughout her body. She screamed out in pain, her head smashing against the window, before falling limp once again on the seat. "Help..me," she groaned, before her body began jerking violently.
Eric grabbed onto the steering wheel and turned onto the side of the road. He pulled Rachel's leg off of the accelerator and the car slowly came to a stop. Rachel continued to twitch, and Eric began to panic. "Aiden, what do we do?"
"I don't know," Aiden replied, his eyes wide.
Eric pulled Rachel into his lap and tried to stop her twitching. After about five minutes, Rachel's twitching ceased, and her eyes fluttered open. "Eric," she whispered. "What are you doing? Samara's..coming."
Eric looked down at her, confused. Rachel groaned inwardly. "Samara's coming..go!" she repeated, before passing out in Eric's lap. Eric continued to stare down at Rachel before Aiden's cry made him look up.
"Eric, GO!" Aiden cried, pointing out of the back window. Eric looked out to see Samara only about five feet away from the car.
In one quick movement, Eric pulled Rachel over to the passenger-side seat, and, somehow, quickly positioned himself in the driver's seat. He slammed on the accelerator, and the car quickly drove foreword, and away from Samara.
As her form grew smaller and smaller, Eric looked at Rachel sadly. "I'm sorry that you don't understand," he whispered. "I'm going to die, and you're going to go somewhere very bright and colorless..I'm sorry," he said again, before looking back at the road.
Aiden, however, continued to stare out of the back window. 'I don't understand,' he thought. 'Why didn't she stop the car? Or kill us? She had the chance..I don't understand...'
Samara stood motionless. She had missed her chance to kill Rachel and Eric, and get Aiden, but she was smiling. 'This is fun,' she thought. 'I like making people hurt....especially the ones who take away my friends. This is a fun game.' Then her form disappeared, and she continued to smile...
To Be Continued...
A/N-I know, not as long as some of the other chapters, but still! I'm sorry that this took so long, but you know how it is..school taking up more of our lives than anything else we do..ggrr. Anyways, please review! Also, I have an original story up on fictionpress.net (I figure that this would be a good place to advertise, since this is my story). The site address is on my profile. Please read it..and review. Okay.I'm done talking now.
A/N: High school and volleyball have been taking up most of my time, so finding time to write, or even come up with ideas, has been REALLY hard. So, if this isn't as "disturbing" as the other chapters, I'm sorry.
Chapter 13-"I'm going to die"
Rachel switched on the headlights. She glanced at Eric, who was beginning to nod off. Aiden had been sleeping for about half an hour already and still looked peaceful. Rachel could only hope that he was as peaceful on the inside as the outside.
Eric yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. "Rachel?" he mumbled.
"Hmm?"
"Where are we?"
Rachel sighed in annoyance. Only half an hour ago, she had announced that they had entered Minnesota. She hated repeating herself, especially when it was to the same person. "Minnesota, why?"
"I don't know. I was just wondering...."
Rachel nodded, rolling her eyes; her patience was growing thin. If Eric didn't want to tell her what was on his mind, she couldn't care less. She glanced in the rear-view mirror to look at herself. The dark circles under her eyes seemed to be growing larger and larger. Her blond hair was messy and dirty, and her eyes were bloodshot. 'God,' she thought, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. 'I don't think I can take another day of this; running away from every rest stop....we'll just die of starvation or lack of sleep, or...." Her thought trailed off as she yawned.
Rachel tried to ignore her fatigue by thinking of where they would run to next. 'I just wish I knew somewhere she would never go....' Rachel's eyes snapped open as an idea hit her. "I got it!" she exclaimed. Aiden and Eric both awoke to her exclamation and began muttering questions under their breath.
"Rach? What the....?" groaned Eric, rubbing at his eyes angrily.
"I'm sorry, you two. It's just-I know where we can stay!" Eric and Aiden stared at her, silently asking her to continue. "The one place that she was never happy, and where all of her horrible thoughts were: the psychiatric hospital!"
"Mom, that's all the way back near home," said Aiden, shaking his head. "But I do like that idea. The little girl always said that she hated that place and that she never wanted to go back to that room where the mean doctors would stare at her and ask her questions, and tell her that she was a liar."
"That's great! But why didn't you tell me this before?"
"I-I forgot until just now. Sorry."
"It's okay, because now we know were we have to go!" Rachel immanently swerved the car around, and began driving in the opposite direction.
Eric sat in his seat, staring at the dashboard. Rachel noticed this and gently nudged his shoulder. Eric immediately snapped upright, looking over at her, fear flashing quickly over his eyes, but quickly being replaced with ease. He smiled at her after noticing that she was worried about his reaction. "What is it, Rachel?"
She shook her head, turning back to the road. "I have no idea, Eric. It seems like you are trying to act like there's nothing wrong, but I can tell that something IS wrong. What is it?" Eric turned his head to the right, and began looking at the passing-by trees. "Eric, no..look at me. Please," she added, exhausted.
Eric obeyed, slowly turning his head over to Rachel's direction, but not looking at her face. "Rachel, really," he sighed. "I'm okay.."
"No, you're not!" she snapped. "There's something wrong, and you know what it is. Tell me! This MUST be concerning Samara in some way, so I deserve to know." Rachel drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for Eric to respond. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Eric looking at his hands, which were locked together in his lap.
"Well, I-I," he began, almost instantly snapping his mouth shut.
"Damn it, Eric! Just tell me!"
"Rachel, something bad is going to happen to you. She showed me....and- and," he stammered, tears burning in his eyes that he refused to let fall. "Rach..I'm going to die." He said the last line so softly; Rachel had to lean in close to hear him.
It took a few seconds for Eric's words to sink in. As Rachel slowly moved back to sitting upright in the driver's seat, Eric's words repeated themselves over and over again. I'm going to die..I'm going to die..
She shook her head violently. "Eric, NO! I'm not going to let you die! Samara's trying to scare you! Eric!" she shouted at Eric, who refused to look back at her. "Eric, listen to me! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DIE!" Rachel stopped shouting and avoided looking in the rear-view mirror at her son's concerned eyes. She took a deep breath and then continued. "Eric," she whispered, "I promise..you aren't going to die because of Samara."
Eric's form seemed to relax, but Rachel could still hear his words in her mind, echoing, never fading..
I'm going to die..
She rubbed her temple, trying to ignore his voice in her head, which sounded so afraid, but so sincere; he truly believed that he was going to die. 'No,' she thought. 'I won't let someone else die because of me.'
"Mom?" Rachel looked at her right arm, where Aiden's head was resting.
"Honey, put on your seatbelt."
"You know, Eric's right..he is going to die," Aiden said softly, ignoring his mother's command.
Rachel saw Eric tense up once more, and looked over angrily at her son. "Aiden, no he is not. I don't care what Samara told you she was going to do, Eric is NOT dying."
"Mom, you can't change what's going to happen, and you should accept that, not deny something just because you think that YOU'LL be at fault."
Aiden looked so wise that Rachel's anger was replaced with wonder, but she shook her head once again. "No," she whispered. "No..no one is going to die. We have lots of time."
Aiden sighed, and then leaned back in his seat. Rachel looked down as she heard his seatbelt click. At that moment, she noticed that nothing out of the ordinary had happened for over two hours. 'Maybe she's giving up..no that would never happen. She's planning something,' she thought, grinding her teeth together.
At that moment, Rachel wished that she had never noticed that nothing had happened: her whole body lost feeling, and she fell limp in her seat. "Eric..Aiden.." she murmured. Eric looked over at her and saw her head lolling on the top of the seat.
"Rach?" he said, gently nudging her arm.
As soon as his hand touched her arm, a burning sensation was sent throughout her body. She screamed out in pain, her head smashing against the window, before falling limp once again on the seat. "Help..me," she groaned, before her body began jerking violently.
Eric grabbed onto the steering wheel and turned onto the side of the road. He pulled Rachel's leg off of the accelerator and the car slowly came to a stop. Rachel continued to twitch, and Eric began to panic. "Aiden, what do we do?"
"I don't know," Aiden replied, his eyes wide.
Eric pulled Rachel into his lap and tried to stop her twitching. After about five minutes, Rachel's twitching ceased, and her eyes fluttered open. "Eric," she whispered. "What are you doing? Samara's..coming."
Eric looked down at her, confused. Rachel groaned inwardly. "Samara's coming..go!" she repeated, before passing out in Eric's lap. Eric continued to stare down at Rachel before Aiden's cry made him look up.
"Eric, GO!" Aiden cried, pointing out of the back window. Eric looked out to see Samara only about five feet away from the car.
In one quick movement, Eric pulled Rachel over to the passenger-side seat, and, somehow, quickly positioned himself in the driver's seat. He slammed on the accelerator, and the car quickly drove foreword, and away from Samara.
As her form grew smaller and smaller, Eric looked at Rachel sadly. "I'm sorry that you don't understand," he whispered. "I'm going to die, and you're going to go somewhere very bright and colorless..I'm sorry," he said again, before looking back at the road.
Aiden, however, continued to stare out of the back window. 'I don't understand,' he thought. 'Why didn't she stop the car? Or kill us? She had the chance..I don't understand...'
Samara stood motionless. She had missed her chance to kill Rachel and Eric, and get Aiden, but she was smiling. 'This is fun,' she thought. 'I like making people hurt....especially the ones who take away my friends. This is a fun game.' Then her form disappeared, and she continued to smile...
To Be Continued...
A/N-I know, not as long as some of the other chapters, but still! I'm sorry that this took so long, but you know how it is..school taking up more of our lives than anything else we do..ggrr. Anyways, please review! Also, I have an original story up on fictionpress.net (I figure that this would be a good place to advertise, since this is my story). The site address is on my profile. Please read it..and review. Okay.I'm done talking now.