Chapter 8
I shake my head back and forth, knowing that I probably just had a hallucination of my dead girlfriend. But she seemed so real, and the lady did keep laying on me. So then I decide to chase her. I ran through the trees, feeling the breeze against my face and flying through my curls.
I hear the rustling of leaves in front of me, knowing that it's the girl. "Please," I call out, still running. "I just want to talk to you." But she doesn't slow down. I slowly feel my energy draining out from my body, but I refuse to stop running.
I hear the pants from the girl, knowing that her energy is draining too, just not as quickly as mine. Then I no longer hear the rustling of the leaves. I grin and urge myself to run faster with what little energy is left. I stop running when I emerge into a clearing. Grinning, I look around, thinking that I have the girl trapped. "Fuck!" I yell, not seeing her. I sigh loudly and sit down on a stray log, putting my heads between my hands; I bite my lip, suppressing the urge to let the tears fall.
Then when I look up, it seems like everything is a dream. Fog swims around my ankles, and as I blink, the world seems to do a backflip. A figure slowly sways into the clearing, mist floating behind it. The figure is dressed in a black dress that falls to her knees in waves and blue chuck taylors cover its feet. The figures knuckles grasp a black veil so tightly that its knuckles are white. Blonde hair falls down her back in waves. She bites her bottom lip as she stares at me.
"Hey Dave," she whispers in a weak voice.
"Mindy?" I ask, running towards her.
She nods and I grab her by her waist before spinning her around. She giggles for a second before pressing her lips firmly on mine. Her fingers run through my curls and mine stay firmly planted on her waist. Suddenly she parts from me.
"I don't have much time," she says, pressing her finger on my lips. "I gave you a drug so that you will think that this is just a dream, I just needed to see you. Dave, I had to die. I couldn't let her kill you. As long as I am alive, you are in danger. Her name is Captain Killer and she is far worse than any other superhero that we have faced."
"How are you still alive?" I ask, playing with a blonde strand of her hair.
"I know people that can help. If you want to talk to me again, there is an address in your pocket. I just texted Marcus from your phone saying that you've been hurt. Be careful my love." She says before kissing me again. "I'm sorry," she says, tears welling up in her blue eyes. I gasp in pain as I realize that she just stabbed me in the leg.
I fall to the floor, clutching my leg. "Mindy, don't leave again," I whisper, tears falling down my face. She kneels down beside me and kisses all of my tears away.
"I have to, I'm sorry," she whispers before disappearing once again through the trees.
A bright light shines in my eyes, making my headache even worse. I blink, hoping that the light will turn off; but it doesn't. I rub my eyes and sit up looking around me. Marcus sits by my side, flipping through a magazine.
"What happened?" I ask my voice hoarse.
"You tell me. You got stabbed in the leg when I found you in the woods. You sent me a text saying that you were hurt and needed help. Who stabbed you?" He asks.
I give him a puzzled look, scanning my brain, trying desperately to remember. And then all at once, my dream comes flooding back to me.
"I don't remember," I lie, through gritted teeth. I quickly sit up, making my heart monitor go insane. "I need my jacket," I demand.
"Okay, okay," Marcus says, making me lie back down. He brings my coat to me and I put it on, not wanting to lose the address that lies in my left pocket.
About an hour later, Marcus leaves me in my hospital room alone. So I quickly take the paper from my pocket and read what Mindy wrote down in her sloppy handwriting.
Meet me at Daddy's old apartment in five days from the funeral.
(A/N: I know this chapter was a bit short but I've been having a lot of writers block for this fic. A huge thanks to my best friend and my only reviewer HGF34567. If it wasn't for you, I don't think I would be able to continue this story. Also thanks to my other two followers! You guys are awesome!)
