They were faint; I could have mistaken them for the wind. But no, someone was talking. I listened closely and I swear I heard my name being whispered a couple of times. I just somehow knew. My breathing got faster and my eyes darted around the street, scanning the houses and the streets. And my hand was making its way to the bell. Since I had left my house keys at home knowing Samantha would be home.
"Who's there?" I called out, after a moment. The whispers stopped and I heard footsteps. My hand somehow fell on the door knob and I desperately hoped that it was open. Testing my luck, I twisted it and pushed it open. To my surprise it was open. I quickly got inside and locked the door, with shaking hands. I ran all around the house making sure every entrance into this house was shut.
I hid behind a curtain and peeked out from behind and out the window. I looked at the view my window was giving me or my front yard.
There was no one.
I yanked the curtains shut and ran upstairs to my room. Where Samantha was sleeping, soundlessly. I entered the room and pulled the blankets off her sleeping form with force. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise and she jumped up when she saw me towering over her.
"Why was the front door open?" I demanded, angrily but with fear, also. She looked at me, panicked and confused.
"What are you talking about? The door was locked and I put an extra pair of keys in your bag just in case. "She said, looking worried.
"No! The door was fucking open. There was no lock!" I argued. My voice was getting louder by each word. Samantha flinched and cowered in front or me.
"I locked it myself after Landon left." She said in a small voice. I closed my eyes in regret and sat down next to her on the bed.
"I'm sorry I just… the door wasn't locked. It was open. I mean, what if something happened?" I asked, replaying what had just happened outside and decided not to tell Samantha, yet.
"I swear I locked the door myself" She mumbled, more to herself than me. I sighed.
"It's okay just make sure next time, okay?" I asked. She nodded. Then returned to her usual self.
"Soo, how did it go?" She exclaimed, excitedly. I laughed and got up to change my clothes, and as I did so I told her everything that happened. Forgetting about what had happened earlier, momentarily. I changed into my pajamas, which were mid thigh shorts and a tank top. I looked at Samantha, who was still giggling, quietly probably at the car part.
"So, enough about me, did you eat?" I asked, running a brush through my hair. She nodded and stifled a yawn. I put down the brush on my dresser and climbed into bed, pulling the covers along as I did so.
"Sofia" Samantha whispered.
"Hmm?" I mumbled.
"Chace seems like a good guy." She said, slowly. I was silent for a moment.
"Give him a chance, okay?" She continued after realizing I hadn't said something. I swallowed.
"I'll try… Really, I will but after what happened I just don't consider myself worthy. I'm scared." I murmured, softly, gazing out in the darkness, that night flashing back to me. I shut my eyes trying to make the thoughts about it disappear. But, it was no use.
They were stuck there forever.
"Whatever happened wasn't your fault, at all. Just try not to think about it. It's time to crawl out of your shell, Sofia. You've been in there for too long. You have to come out someday, why not be today? Give Chace a chance, he seems really sweet. Despite the fact that he can be an ass sometimes." She said. I sighed.
"I'll try." I promised.
"And if you hurt, I'll be your rock." She reminded me. I laughed and threw my favorite stuffed animal in the direction of her bed. Jimbo the fat green giraffe, though I'm not pretty sure if it was a giraffe or a dinosaur. Oh, well.
She giggled and wished me goodnight and within seconds she was snoring, softly. I turned to my right side and looked at the shiny stars in the clear sky. Then I slowly fell to sleep with a strange feeling of fear creeping up deep inside of me.
I woke up the next morning, wished for the day to be a Saturday; sadly it was still a Thursday.
I got up and passed by Samantha's sleeping figure and into the bathroom. I stripped down and stepped into the warm water. I tilted my head up high and let the water pour down my body, I twisted the knob, making the water hotter. My skin burned and was turning pink from the heat but I ignored it and just stood there.
I heard Samantha yelling on the other side of the door, screaming at me to get out. I just took extra long in the shower just to annoy her and then I decided to put on my uniform in the bathroom and applied some makeup then as slow as a turtle, no probably even slower. I opened the bathroom door and sneaked out of the room, where Samantha was talking to herself and shuffling around the room.
I slipped out and skipped downstairs, grinning like a maniac. I reached the end of the staircase and froze.
There was someone standing right beside my couch. Male, I could tell.
The person was dressed in a black cloak with the hood pulled over his head. His back was to me.
I opened my mouth and closed it a couple times, not exactly sure what to do. Should I start screaming at the very top of my lungs or just greet the person like an old friend.
"Um… Hello?" I stammered, stupidly. His head turned in my direction, just an inch or two. I snapped as realization struck me.
There was a stranger in my house and I was greeting it. Smart, eh?
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded. My head reached out towards a vase that was sitting at the edge of the staircase as decoration, and I wrapped my fingers around it. He just tilted his head and chuckled. I felt a brief flash of déjà vu hit me. I had heard that laugh before.
Without a second thought I hurled the vase towards him.
He gracefully reached out an arm and caught it. I blinked and he was standing right in front of me.
I gasped in shock and opened my mouth to scream, when he put a hand over my mouth.
"So familiar: he whispered. Again I had heard this melodic voice before. Somewhere, I distantly heard my bedroom door open and Samantha angrily stomping down the stairs. He removed his hand and I just stared at the darkness behind his hood.
He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine.
I was too shocked to even pull away, but damn, were his lips soft. He pulled away after a couple of seconds. His hood had been pulled back a bit so his eyes were visible. His eyes.
His pale blue eyes.
My eyes were wide like saucers.
Samantha was halfway down the stairs, now, muttering a string of curses, out loud.
He looked at me one last time before disappearing into thin air. The last thing I saw was the white crest on the black cape and the small wings before I fainted.
REVIEW And I'm really sorry I didn't update it's because I had my final exams *gag* Its kinda short, because i typed it reallyy fast...