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The continuing sound of a ringing phone echoed thoughout her mind; she chose to ignore the irrupting noise and instead of attempting the action of picking it up and forcing a cheery greeting she planted her sore feet firmly on her cluttered desk and folded her hands on the cotton top that lined her midsection. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes instantly aware of the warn-out feeling that came with the memory of the night before...
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"Damn him..." She muttered to herself as she sat down near the damp corner of the fireplace. Although her anger had less than resolved itself she still pitted Michael and the night he had encountered. And for whatever reason she couldn't quite explain she almost felt herself feeling rejected from the lack of knowledge he gave her. They had known each other since her softmore year of college and still he was unwilling to share information with her? Their relationship hadn't been that way...
They had met simply enough at a party. Eva recalled the way Jainy had introduced them and although Eva hadn't been romantically interested in Michael at the time she was willing to humor her alcoholic induced friend and agreered to accompany him on a few movie dates simply for the hell of it. It turned out they had quite a few facts in common: their parents knew each other well enough to be called friends, they enjoyed the same types of movies, and was obviously attending the same college and taking similar classes to achieve their degrees. The fact was that the relationship was effective at the time and she had steadily grown to love Michael for the generous and affectionate person she had known him to be. She smiled as the faint memories of how he proposed to her in the method of the good old-fashioned hide the ring in the desert at the fancy restaurant thing...
Eva curled her legs around herself and felt a wave of self-pity hit her hard in the face backing her into the dimension of question including the one of ultimate desire: does he trust me like he's suppose to? The sound of Michael snoring interrupted her thoughts. Maybe she was overacting? Maybe she was over thinking the entire situation too much? Oh hell! Maybe he wasn't lying after all, he really could of come across a few kids who were desperate for some cash...
A distant noise from the outdoor flew of her fireplace interrupted her thoughts. She looked up briefly but before her neck was even stretched completely she turned away again deciding that it was more than likely just a bat or some other nocturnal animal with wings who was searching for the warmth of a brick shelter. The thought that it was still the middle of the night came back to her and she realized that she still had to get up in the morning to get up for work (even if she was having personal problems) So she arose hearing the crack of her legs as her knees locked and jointed together again, and she walked backed down the hall now looking forward to the warm bed she called her own but the familiar noise of the fireplace seemed to follow her as she moved. Bats don't make that much noise, she decided and she headed toward the window her curiosity now getting the best of her from every angle. A gust of wind accompanied as the strict sound of a thump entered her ears and she instantly knew that the night was going to get a hell of a lot longer before her head met the soft flannel of her pillow case.
Oh what's the matter with me it's probably just some kind of animal. She thought wisely to herself as she closed her eyes in an attempt to rid herself of an oncoming headache. She failed however and when another familiar noise entered her ear way she just knew she had to at least figure out what kind of animal it was before she could rest soundly. She also decided that looking up the dark chimney wasn't going to be the best approach at this task, so she approached the bay window resting on the other side of the room instead. She corned it slightly before peering her head on a severe right angle where she hoped to get a glance at something. Unfortunately her results were unsuccessful. So she once again repositioned herself at a different angle to the screen door in the northeast corner of the room. With one quick motion she allowed her eyes to travel upward past the rusted gutters and cluttered leaves to a unmoving figure standing on the side of her roof. She squinted her eyes in an attempt to make out what it was but to little avail she couldn't respect it out as anything and was ready to retreat back in the house when she noticed a small movement in the figure. She squinted her eyes further and it almost appeared as though the figure was staring back at her...No that couldn't be right...it was just a raccoon or something right?
The stinging headlights of a car began it's journey down her street and Eva immediately recognized the car as a neighbors who worked the extremely late shift at a nearby factory. But with the sudden downpour of light on her house the creature was obviously startled and made a sudden and drastic move as it jumped some odd feet in the air and tumbled ungracefully backward landing with another thump as it seemly fell to the ground. Eva would have gasped it she hadn't been so UN-surprised by the driver's incoming but what bothered her the most was the particular noise the creature made as it fell to the ground, because she could of sworn in the back of her mind that she heard some profanity being spoken and if she didn't know any better she would have said that creature was shaped more like a human than anything else. She wrapped her arms around herself defensively in an attempt to shake the paranoia that had just thwarted her completely. It's nothing...she kept telling herself...maybe that swearing was just that kid's music from across the street...but as she looked across the deserted street to the lightness house she knew better...
At the thought that an unwanted visitor was exploring her property Eva instantly retreated back to her dark house that greeted her with a wave of warmth and confort. "I'm just tirered...yep! That's all just tired...in desperate need of a good night's sleep...sleep...yes sleep equals good..." She instantly went into defensive mode with her home and beginning checking all doors, locks and window within her sight until her reached the kitchen where she was shocked, horrified and alarmed to encounter the sight of someone sitting in the carefully placed patio furniture that she so greatly loved right outside her front door. Before she realized it a small shriek escaped from her lips. Not loud, but obviously loud enough for whoever was sitting there to realize her presents and to look up at her from his seat and pounce in the air quicker than light. Whoever it was disappeared into the unsuspecting shadows without hesitation. The action startled Eva so much that she stumbled back on the tiled floor (and tripping over herself) landed firmly on her backside and upon reentering found herself repeating some of the profanity she had heard earlier.
Instead of getting up right away she simply scooted over until the point where she was leaning up against the cool side of her humming refrigerator. She pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms tightly around herself in hopes of stopping the shaking that had overcoming her exhausted body.
"OK...that definitely wasn't just my imagination..." She whispered to herself. Eva began rubbing her arms, hoping the small action would give her something to concentrate on instead of the pounding of the heart beneath her chest. She was scared...there was no doubt about that...but the thing that was freaking her out the most wasn't the possibility of someone trying to break into her home...it was the familiar way the intruder had moved...his shape...even his shadow seemed like it knew her from somewhere. She gasped at the possibility but immediately felt a sense of self-loathing at the thought.
"No!" She whispered to herself clamping her eyes shut to avoid the picture. "I won't do this to myself! He's dead, gone, never coming back, besides... lots of other mutants have those types of abilities...maybe someone was just looking for some money to get their hands on and they were hoping no one was home...yeah...thats what happened...it wasn't him Eva...it wasn't him..."
She muttered this and other similar sayings over and over to herself in an attempt to rid herself of the thought. But as the night wore on she still couldn't move herself from the spot she rested in...maybe he would come back...and she couldn't rid herself of the thought-the possibility...
But no...he was dead and gone...at least that's what she told herself as the bitter tears began falling down her cheeks...
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Hey everyone there you go chapter 7 all finished! Kind of a short one I know but as I mentioned earlier I'm rearranging my schedule so that I'll have more "writing-time" to add to my day. Look for another chapter soon!