-Chapter Three: Haunted-
(Miranda's POV)
Sitting here, in English. The second week of December. They've started. Now I've got an idea on how Sage feels. Sage. I looked across the room at the red head, who was sunken down in her chair. She appeared to be humming something. Ever since she had opened up to me that day in lunch, we'd become close. Lizzie and Gordo still sat near me though, and we still talked sometimes. They didn't know about my friendship with Sage. I tried to pay attention to what Ms. Henson was writing on the whiteboard, but then I heard someone whisper my name. I looked around. No one had said it. That could only mean one thing. They were starting again.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me Still can't find what keeps me here When all this time I've been so hollow inside I know you're still there
It was like I was being stalked by my own voice. The scenario played out n my head like a Hollywood horror. Alone. At night. Walking home from the Digital Bean. A man appears behind me. I've even named him, Nickolas.
Nickolas: Miranda.. Me: Go away.. Nickolas: Miranda.. Come here.. I know you want to... Me: Leave me alone, you aren't real! Nickolas: No Miranda, it's you who's not real!
He always wants me to go with him. I asked Sage about it, and she told me if I did, I'd be gone. So I've been hanging on. Trying.
Watching me wanting me I can feel you pull me down Fearing you loving you I wont let you pull me down
Sometimes trying to escape yourself is the hardest though. I kept trying to focus in on the room, Sage taught me how, but I couldn't. The room wasn't anymore. It was just the dark back lots. And Nickolas was still following me.
Hunting you I can smell you - alive Your heart pounding in my head
I could hear his heart beat in my head. Like in that book, The Tell Tale Heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was enough to drive you clinically insane. And that's when it hit me. That's how Sage had become what she was today. Thump. Thump Thump. I covered my ears. I didn't know I had done this back in the room, I couldn't hear Ms. Henson yell at me. Instead, I yelled at her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed. My vision blurred and I slammed my eyes shut. I could feel everyone staring at me. "Miss Sanchez! What is your problem today?!" Ms. Henson yelled. I hear Sage counter with "Give her a minute." I heard footsteps and someone near my desk. Heard Lizzie ask if I was okay, Gordo ask if I could hear them, and Sage tell me to concentrate.
Watching me wanting me I can feel you pull me down Saving me raping me Watching you
I opened my eyes and my whole English class was staring. Sage smiled her little half smile and whispered something to me. She told me what to say when Ms. Henson asked the question that she was about to. "Miss Sanchez, please explain your behavior." I looked up at Sage and nodded, then looked back at Ms. Henson. "I'm sorry, the voices made me do it. I'm clinically insane and being haunted by tormenting voices in my mind." "That was the weakest excuse I've ever heard," Ms. Henson told me. I was about to counter when Sage jumped in. "It's true. Take it from someone who knows a thing or two about being insane.." Ms. Henson took it and walked back to the front of the room, continuing the discussion on { C a t a l y s t. This would be a fun month...
Sitting here, in English. The second week of December. They've started. Now I've got an idea on how Sage feels. Sage. I looked across the room at the red head, who was sunken down in her chair. She appeared to be humming something. Ever since she had opened up to me that day in lunch, we'd become close. Lizzie and Gordo still sat near me though, and we still talked sometimes. They didn't know about my friendship with Sage. I tried to pay attention to what Ms. Henson was writing on the whiteboard, but then I heard someone whisper my name. I looked around. No one had said it. That could only mean one thing. They were starting again.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me Still can't find what keeps me here When all this time I've been so hollow inside I know you're still there
It was like I was being stalked by my own voice. The scenario played out n my head like a Hollywood horror. Alone. At night. Walking home from the Digital Bean. A man appears behind me. I've even named him, Nickolas.
Nickolas: Miranda.. Me: Go away.. Nickolas: Miranda.. Come here.. I know you want to... Me: Leave me alone, you aren't real! Nickolas: No Miranda, it's you who's not real!
He always wants me to go with him. I asked Sage about it, and she told me if I did, I'd be gone. So I've been hanging on. Trying.
Watching me wanting me I can feel you pull me down Fearing you loving you I wont let you pull me down
Sometimes trying to escape yourself is the hardest though. I kept trying to focus in on the room, Sage taught me how, but I couldn't. The room wasn't anymore. It was just the dark back lots. And Nickolas was still following me.
Hunting you I can smell you - alive Your heart pounding in my head
I could hear his heart beat in my head. Like in that book, The Tell Tale Heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was enough to drive you clinically insane. And that's when it hit me. That's how Sage had become what she was today. Thump. Thump Thump. I covered my ears. I didn't know I had done this back in the room, I couldn't hear Ms. Henson yell at me. Instead, I yelled at her. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed. My vision blurred and I slammed my eyes shut. I could feel everyone staring at me. "Miss Sanchez! What is your problem today?!" Ms. Henson yelled. I hear Sage counter with "Give her a minute." I heard footsteps and someone near my desk. Heard Lizzie ask if I was okay, Gordo ask if I could hear them, and Sage tell me to concentrate.
Watching me wanting me I can feel you pull me down Saving me raping me Watching you
I opened my eyes and my whole English class was staring. Sage smiled her little half smile and whispered something to me. She told me what to say when Ms. Henson asked the question that she was about to. "Miss Sanchez, please explain your behavior." I looked up at Sage and nodded, then looked back at Ms. Henson. "I'm sorry, the voices made me do it. I'm clinically insane and being haunted by tormenting voices in my mind." "That was the weakest excuse I've ever heard," Ms. Henson told me. I was about to counter when Sage jumped in. "It's true. Take it from someone who knows a thing or two about being insane.." Ms. Henson took it and walked back to the front of the room, continuing the discussion on { C a t a l y s t. This would be a fun month...