The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High
Chappy Twelve: Strange Occurences
It was immensely dark behind the cracked windows of the hospital room; pure, complete blackness, surrounding the room in entirety. A weak light was emanating from a small light bulb stationed above the headrest of the bed, illuminating the bed, its occupant, and about a foot away in all directions.
Christian awoke suddenly, his eyes darting around. A muffled, inhuman growl could be heard from outside the room, and the teenager began to tremble in fear.
Why are you so afraid?
Voices flooded his head, mostly female, but all were jumbled together, asking questions and saying things he did not understand.
Mary's going to die…?
That one voice stuck in his head; it was male…
What'll I do if you die?
Soon each voice became louder, and they became more and more clear, grouping together.
My daughter will be the mother of God!
This is a nightmare... It can't be happening…
The truth is… part of me hated you...
Christian grasped his head; it was too painful to bear. The growls from outside grew louder and louder, and he screamed…
His eyes shot open, beads of sweat running down his face. He was lying in a bed, and from what he inferred, he was in a hospital room. A nice, warm, morning light seeped through the window to Christian's right.
He picked up the sound of voices outside; they were human, unlike the growls from his dream.
The door suddenly opened, revealing Joshua, in his attire from the day before, holding two paper cups. "Hey, you're awake," he stated while pushing the door closed with his foot.
"Joshua? Why… Why are you here? Why am I in the hospital?"
The brown- haired teenager thought for a moment before placing a cup of coffee onto the small, wooden stand beside the bed. "Um… Well, yesterday, after school, you almost got hit by two cars, but then they swerved, and came straight towards me. I guess dove out of the way, and both of them crashed into the tree directly behind me; yeah, that sums it up. You collapsed, unconscious, onto the street, and then I called '9-1-1' with my cell phone."
While Joshua had been explaining, Christian had been inspecting the coffee Joshua brought him. "You drink coffee?"
"Uh… yeah…"
"Oh… so what else happened…?"
"You didn't wake up until right now, and I donated some blood, which caused me to faint, so they, and my parents, let me spend the night here, and I woke up half an hour ago."
"I see…" Christian took a gulp of the brown, creamy liquid, his eyes closing. "Josh," he started as he set the cup down. "Did you see a puppy, yesterday?"
"W-What?" The question had caught the teenager off- guard.
"Did you see a puppy running towards me, yesterday, when I walked out into the street?"
"Yeah… I did see it… why?"
"I thought I was hallucinating… I swear it wasn't there when we were walking on the sidewalk…"
"Yes, grandfather… I'll make sure…" Melissa Blackheart turned the cell phone off and stuck it in one of her pant pockets while stopping before a red light. The rain this specific Saturday was coming down quite hard; more furious than ever in the last few days.
"Hey, Mel, where the hell are we going?" asked the short-haired blonde girl. She was wearing all black; her shirt, jacket, everything… Her eyeliner was extremely dark as well. The twenty year-old sitting to her right in the backseat was smiling eerily, twiddling a pocket knife in his hand. His bright red hair was messily strewn about.
"Why do you ask?" Melissa responded, pushing on the accelerator. "Me and Alexis are starving! Do we really need to meet with that Zeik guy?"
"Grandfather wants us to…"
"Yeah, well, I know Jeremy's all urgenty- like but we're so hungry! I'm sure Noah is, too, right Noah?"
The nineteen year- old sitting in the passenger seat shrugged. "I could care less about food at the moment…"
Melissa brushed back a strand of raven black hair and sighed. "Oh, fine; I guess we might as well get a little food; Alexis, what's the nearest fast food restaurant?"
The carrot top's grin grew larger. "Queen Burger… two blocks; east…"
"Alright, then…"
Catherine, the blonde, left out a happy cry as Alexis just continued grinning and playing with the knife.
"I guess I'll order…" Noah said as they drove in front of the large, metal menu. "But you don't even know what-," Catherine began to protest, but was interrupted by the voice coming from the menu.
"Yes?"
Noah rolled down his window and leaned his head slightly through it. "Yes, I'd like to order two kid's meals, one double meat combo, and a small Caesar salad."
"Okay, sir, that'll be $10.56…"
Noah nodded inwardly and reached into his coat pocket, removing a ten dollar bill and three quarters. 'That's nineteen cents in return…'
Catherine pulled herself forward between the front seats. "And just who were the kid's meals for?" Noah shrugged. "You and Alexis; the salad was for me and the combo for Melissa."
As the blonde kept on whining, Melissa drove the car forward, stopping beside the pick- up window.
It slid open, allowing a girl, wearing the Queen Burger uniform, to stretch her arm out and take the money. After depositing it in the cash register, she handed nineteen cents back to Noah, in the form of three nickels and four pennies. He dropped them in his coat pocket before taking the bag held out to him.
"Thank you, come again!" exclaimed the girl as they rode away.
"Hey, who was that?" inquired a co-worker of the girl as he looked out the window.
"Oh, just some Goths… nothing to worry about…"