I walked in the shadows towards the old apartment. Every noise I heard I
dived into the nearest hiding spot. But the trip there was uneventful. The
social workers didn't know I had a key to the apartment, so I still had my
key. I opened the door and walked in, quietly shutting the door. There, the
motorcycle was still up against the wall, good. Next, I opened Noah's
drawer to the hidden compartment filled with cash. I had done this a lot
when he was alive, but it felt bad doing it to a dead person, o well. I
counted the money, $23.54, that should keep me going. Something compelled
me to walk over to his chair. I touched it, and saw Noah's face again, his
whole body sitting on the chair, head lolling up. I yelled and backed away.
What's the matter, Pele? Samara's voice filled my head, I thought
you wanted to see your daddy again. Don't you love your daddy? Watch
this. I heard her laughter fade as the TV flickered on. It was the News
"In other news, a young girl has escaped Eola County Hospital today. The girl is 16, black hair, pale, her name is Rebecca Henderson. She suffers from paranoia, insomnia, and claiming to see visions." The newscaster said.
I gulped, this wasn't good. Aiden had told me about Becca, how she was there when Katie died, her insanity. I turned the TV off and rolled the motorcycle out into the elevator.
I was out of the building; I hopped on the cycle and rode off towards the ferry to Mosko Island. It won't stop. It won't stop, it won't stop, EVER I heard, each syllable faded away until I barely heard EVER, this was not good. I stopped at the stop sign and looked at my watch, 12:43, good. I rode on and took a shortcut I knew of in the underbrush. All of a sudden, a figure stepped out a few yards away from me.
"AHHHH!" I screamed, slamming on the breaks and turning the bike. I could tell I was still going to hit her, so I threw out my arm and sent the figure flying into the bushes. The motorcycle skidded past where it had been a second before. Finally, it stopped and I jumped off. I ran to where I had thrown the figure.
"Are you okay?" I asked. The person got up. I caught my breath; I recognized the sunken eyes, the raven hair, the pale complexion.
"Hello, Becca." I said. The girl nodded.
"Pele, I've come to warn you. You can't escape Samara. It's your Powers-she wants them. If-When she gets you, "Becca gasped, holding her temples. "NO GET OUT!" She screamed. "Pele... I escaped the asylum, but Samara-has me.- I have-bond-makes easier her to-control me- Don't let her." Becca had a spasm on the ground. Then she stopped. She got up, and smiled freakily.
"Now, now Becca." She said, more to herself then me. "You've been bad. You can't go telling my secrets now." Samara giggled, I say Samara because it's obvious who has hold of Becca's body. "Now you have to go back to the hospital, Becca, the doctors are worried." She started to walk away; I regained my senses and tackled her to the ground. Unfortunately, Becca was 18 and exercised; I was 14 and climbed an occasional tree.
"See you later Pele." She said, brushing the dirt off her. "You better believe it." 'Becca' disappeared, her laughter ringing in my ears.
(I know its short, but R&R OR MY FLUFFY MONKEYS WILL GET YOU!!)
"In other news, a young girl has escaped Eola County Hospital today. The girl is 16, black hair, pale, her name is Rebecca Henderson. She suffers from paranoia, insomnia, and claiming to see visions." The newscaster said.
I gulped, this wasn't good. Aiden had told me about Becca, how she was there when Katie died, her insanity. I turned the TV off and rolled the motorcycle out into the elevator.
I was out of the building; I hopped on the cycle and rode off towards the ferry to Mosko Island. It won't stop. It won't stop, it won't stop, EVER I heard, each syllable faded away until I barely heard EVER, this was not good. I stopped at the stop sign and looked at my watch, 12:43, good. I rode on and took a shortcut I knew of in the underbrush. All of a sudden, a figure stepped out a few yards away from me.
"AHHHH!" I screamed, slamming on the breaks and turning the bike. I could tell I was still going to hit her, so I threw out my arm and sent the figure flying into the bushes. The motorcycle skidded past where it had been a second before. Finally, it stopped and I jumped off. I ran to where I had thrown the figure.
"Are you okay?" I asked. The person got up. I caught my breath; I recognized the sunken eyes, the raven hair, the pale complexion.
"Hello, Becca." I said. The girl nodded.
"Pele, I've come to warn you. You can't escape Samara. It's your Powers-she wants them. If-When she gets you, "Becca gasped, holding her temples. "NO GET OUT!" She screamed. "Pele... I escaped the asylum, but Samara-has me.- I have-bond-makes easier her to-control me- Don't let her." Becca had a spasm on the ground. Then she stopped. She got up, and smiled freakily.
"Now, now Becca." She said, more to herself then me. "You've been bad. You can't go telling my secrets now." Samara giggled, I say Samara because it's obvious who has hold of Becca's body. "Now you have to go back to the hospital, Becca, the doctors are worried." She started to walk away; I regained my senses and tackled her to the ground. Unfortunately, Becca was 18 and exercised; I was 14 and climbed an occasional tree.
"See you later Pele." She said, brushing the dirt off her. "You better believe it." 'Becca' disappeared, her laughter ringing in my ears.
(I know its short, but R&R OR MY FLUFFY MONKEYS WILL GET YOU!!)