I woke up, staring at the ceiling of my mother's room. Yes, I had still kept all of her stuff. Her antique vanity, which was a bit too old, my father's shiny wooden desk, etc… The room pretty much alive, but somehow dead.
I tried to get up but fell back down from exhaustion. A moment later, I groaned, out loud as I suddenly remembered why I had fainted.
"Shit" I whispered, horrified. I just lay there, getting scared as the clock ticked. I ran a shaky hand through my hair, suddenly feeling really, really thirsty. I looked around for water, but found none in sight, so I made an effort to get up and then I shakily walked downstairs. I reached the end of the staircase and fearfully looked around.
Thank God there was no one.
If that guy or thing showed up again God knows what would have happened to me. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass and then filled it with water, then slowly brought it up to my lips and took a huge gulp. I ended up drinking several refills of ice- cold water. When I was done, I felt much better and I was about to put it back in the sink when some-freaking-how it slipped from my hands and shattered… on my foot. I yelped in pain and jumped out of the pile of broken glass and grabbed some napkins, from the counter to help stop the huge, bloody gash on my foot to stop bleeding.
I scrambled around to find some band aids. After a couple of minutes of looking around finding a couple, I grabbed a stool from the table in my kitchen and grabbed a band aid to put on my foot.
My mouth fell open and the band aid slipped out of my hands due to shock.
There was not even a drop of blood on either of my feet.
I twisted my foot around and tried to look for any traces of glass, blood or even scars. But there wasn't any.
I dropped my foot and leaned back into the chair. I rubbed my eyes. Damn, I really am going crazy. I thought, bitterly
After a couple of minutes, I grabbed the house phone and dialed Samantha's mother's number. She answered on the third ring and started freaking out when she found out that it was me on the other side of the phone. I tried calming her down, which she did after a couple of moments.
"Um, I wanted to ask you if you can spend the night here with Sam?" I asked, hopefully. I heard her warm laughter in return.
"Of course, honey! You don't even need to ask. Anyways do you need anything?" She asked.
"Ice cream and a pack of band aids, please." I replied, immediately. She happily agreed and even suggested renting some movies for the night and I agreed, enthusiastically. It would be a great distraction from the bizarre stuff going on in my life.
I hung up the phone and placed it on the dining counter. I looked around my house, trying to figure out what to do. I went up to my bedroom and quickly changed into my pj's before grabbing a book and heading back downstairs.
I made myself a quick dish of pasta while taking small breaks to read or watch television. When my pasta was finally cooked, I grabbed a plate, fork and a pasta server, when my phone rang. I put the utensils back down and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" I said and picked up the stuff I needed, again.
"Oh my God! Than God you're awake!" Samantha cried from the other side of the phone. I grinned.
"Don't worry! I am awake and I'm eating pasta, again" I said, jokingly. Trying to lighten up the mood, and it worked. Samantha giggled, shakily.
"What happened?" She asked, suddenly, my throat suddenly felt dry and I was silent.
"I didn't get enough sleep, I guess." I stated, lamely. I heard her sigh.
"I know you're not telling the truth and I'm not going to ask you, again. Though the way you're behaving is beginning to worry me." She admitted. I bit my lip, feeling the urge to just burst into tears.
"I don't know what to say." I confessed, sheepishly.
"Don't worry, take your time, okay? Oh and Shane's on his way over to your house. He was pretty worried when I told him why you were absent and I couldn't stay at home because my French teacher had threatened to fail me if I didn't show up today and do the horrible exam that he gave out. By the all the girls are planning on going clubbing on this Saturday, which we are going. And Chace says he'll call you soon."Samantha blabbered on and on. I opened my mouth to say something when she interrupted me again.
"Oh and all the guys say "Waddduupp?" She mimicked their boyish voices. I laughed and told her to tell them a simple "Hello" back.
" I really want to go and eat my pasta now and come home as soon as you can, okay?" I asked. She agreed and I hung up the phone after a quick goodbye. Just when I was about to put a forkful of pasta in my mouth the doorbell rang. I threw the fork down in annoyance and stomped over to the door. I unlocked it and then walked back to the kitchen.
"You want pasta?" I called back to Shane.
"No, thank you." He replied. I froze.
That was not Shane's voice. I turned around, slowly only to see Landon standing in the entrance of my kitchen. My mouth fell open.
"Hello" He said, chuckling. I snapped my mouth back up and cleared my throat.
"Umm… Hey" I said, weakly. He grinned.
"Shocked?" He asked.
"Duh" I said, rolling my eyes. I sat down where I previously sat and looked up at him.
"Aren't you going to sit down? Isn't Shane supposed to be here? Aren't you supposed to be in school? Want pasta?" I asked, all in one breath. He laughed, shaking his head. He took a seat across me and watched me shove mouthfuls of pasta in my mouth.
"What's up with all the questions?" He asked, amused. I rolled my eyes and shot him a look.
"What's up with you showing up at my house out of the blue?" I retorted, taking a huge gulp of my ice cold Pepsi. He watched me, closely.
I raised my eyebrows at him and took another bite of my food and returned his gaze with a bored expression on my face. We watched each other like that for a long time. Well, he was just staring, I was eating, drinking and staring.
"Why did you come here?" I asked, breaking the silence. He blinked.
"Just wanted to see how you were." He said, casually, almost too casually. I nodded and desperately hoped he wouldn't ask the question who's answer I didn't want to tell anyone.
"What happened?" He asked, in a gentle voice. I sighed and looked away.
"I don't know… I just fainted." I lied, smoothly. Though he still looked unconvinced.
"You can tell me, Sofia" He said in the same tone. If I had been paying close attention, I would've noticed that desperation had begun to leak into his voice. I smiled and looked at him.
"For some odd reason I find that quite hard to believe, Landon." I replied, half-heartedly. He chuckled but still had that serious look on his face. He looked back at me.
"it's just that things have taken a unexpected turn and its been affecting me." I confessed. He quickly nodded for me to continue.
"Ever since my parents died." I shuddered. "I just can't seem to get over it. As much as I try to. I just can't." I explained.
"Did they die in this house?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No it was in my old house. Its just a couple blocks away. I try not to cross it." I mumbled.
"What's happening now?" he asked, slowly. I quickly decided not to tell him. I didn't even know why I was pouring my heart out to him. I barely knew him.
Little did I know the only reason that Landon had stepped into my house was because of Chace and his sneaky little planes to find out my "secret".
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