Part Three

We had our last day in the trailer. Our stuff was almost completely moved, and nothing was left. When we'd lived there, I kept the place clean as I could- but this was, nice.

There was no furniture, like the two white couches, or the large brown entertainment center in the room. There were a few stains that would come up tomorrow, but otherwise, no screws in the walls, nothing in the living room. Just a big- room. To live in. So that was nice. The cabinet in the kitchen broke as we tried to pull the empty thing out, so we just threw that out. The table was going into the other place because we had room, as were the chairs, and deepfreezer, and all of the little white cabinets that Nana bought but said were ours…. Confusing, really.

Still, it was nice. It was open and non-obscured. It was just how I wanted it. I could live here, I told myself. I could just put all of my blankets in the closet, keep the refrigerator full, and have some pots, pans, cleaning stuff, and live simply.

I didn't need a bed, I thought, laying down on the carpeted floor, and watching the sun shine through the window.

I didn't need furniture- a television- all I needed was blankets, food, maybe books- or I'll just rent those- and Music.

The songs played out softly through my mind, the sweet, sweet voices of different singers, their rhaspy call turned angelic and mellow.

Then, pianos. And violins. The singer's voices desinegrated from my mind, creating a different song- of strings, and a piano. Maybe a sound maker, and a few triangles, but all- real.

All recorded and playing out loud and clear- unaffected by my memory. All completely- unforgettably, real.

Then, the strings hit all of the sharps, going down and a guitar softly loomed in. It was chaos, with a sweet underbelly-

But how could anything that sounded so thick and dreamy- be so frightening and bad? It wasn't fast, just reppettative, but different every time. The melody from the nice piano song was gone- replaced by this- this Beast, this thing that made you feel hollow, and cold, but hypnotised- and full. All at the same time.

It was magic- the song, so- Real. All the other songs I'd tried to remember were hollow- left of the trueness, or the feeling I'd felt from listening to them originally, but now- now it was there. There would be no other time for me to hear this, no matter how wonderful, or terrible it was- it was leaving. Fading into something else. Something that I disliked far more than the beast. At least the beast had feeling- even if it was frightening, this quietness with words was disturbing. Up one word, down the scale with the other. Repeat. Up one word, down the scale with the other. Up And soon, down the scale with I will become the hunted. Up, And soon, Down, I will become the hunted. And soon, I will become the hunted. I will become the hunted. And soon, I will become the hunted. And soon, I will become the hunted. And soon, I will become the hunted, and soon, I will become the hunted, and soon, I will become the hunted, and soon, I will become the hunted.

I awoke- the sun was down, the room was getting cold. We were supposed to stay in the trailer for the night, but the suddenness of the dream shook me- badly. All I wanted was to get out of there.

Every shape shifting shadow was like the grudge films- scary, dark, and painful. The hollowness of the house felt- empty, abandoned. It had been like this before- multiple times, but it was always sort of- nice. Now, it was deadly. I krept out of the blankets and pillows I had pillaged around me. I quietly sneaked to my dad's room, down the hall from the living room. Peeking through his open door, I saw he was fast asleep- as he should be.

I krept backwards, waiting to walk into someone and scream- like in every book and movie- and song and TV show- just to get frightened. But, nothing happened, the suspense was enough, as I reached the door and pulled it open.

It was quiet- quieter than I'd expected, but the screen door was quite opposite- screaching open like an alarm, I waited for my dad to move in his room.

I heard the bed squeak, and he was back asleep.

I closed the doors behind me, happy to find all of the lights were out, no one had their's on, so the slight moonlight from the sliver of a moon was all I had to guide me to Mallori's trailer, down the road. No one was out- no 15-year-old-junkies, no crazy old people, no scary black cats, no insects. Just quiet. I patted around me- no, I'd forgotten to bring my phone along with me tonight.

Ah well, I just hoped my friend was still awake- and that I tapped on the right window.

Music played on and on as I quietly made my way across the wet ground. It had rained all of yesterday- and whenever else, I hadn't really paid attention all week. It kept playing, thrumming the strings across my mind.

'This song, it makes me kinda sad- at the end- when it said- touching her skin...' By a deep, meledous voice following with 'my words-! They pour! Like children to the playground- children to the playground-! you make me smile!!!!"

I smiled, unable not to, as I approached the house, slinking into the further shadows of each trailer- trying to go unnoticed-

"Who's there?" Mallori whispered from her window, sudden.

"Damnit!" I squeaked, hiding behind a tree. Why was she looking out her window- calling that out just as I approached? Did she have her glasses on? Was she expecting someone?

"Classic?" Mallori asked, quieter. I came out from my shadowed area, hopping up on one of the multiple logs laying around to greet her at her window.

"Invite me in-!" I commanded my vampire freak of a friend.

"Oh, ha ha. Very funny. 'Come In'." She said, moving away. I hopped through the window- with room to spare. The agility came from my use of Parkour, free running.

"So what're you doing out this late?" She asked me, and I shrugged, feeling energized. I looked her over. In her bedclothes, Mallori looked tired- drugged almost.

"How late is it?" I asked, and she pointed to her clock. The digital reading said 2:46. "What, we just got off school a few minutes ago?" I joked, meaning it was still daytime.

"Classic-" Mallori started to complain, which was no like her- and then she laughed. We sat for a second, her leaning up against the bed, and me crouching, ready to go. It was always the other way around during the night, with Mallori and I, it seemed.

"SO, what do you want to do?" I asked, and she shook her head.

"It's three AM, if my mom finds me missing in the morning, I'm blaming you." She said, and I laughed, thinking about whether or not she saw the irony in her words.

"So let's get back by four, and go do something. There's no cars on the road, so we'll be safe like that for a little while. It's october anyways- The Scary Month." I challenged, and she laughed.

"Yeah, I guess."

We hid in the grass. Dakota had taken too long to push the damn toilet over. If he would've just thrown over the porta-potty like he was supposed to, we wouldn't have ever gotten into this trouble. This was stupid.

We watched the monster roll over the gravel of the construction sight, it's claws menacing, and it's orange lights penatrating. The guy in the vehicle either didn't care if we were there- and he was out past dark for some other reason- or he couldn't see us, like we wanted.

"Go!" Dakota hissed when the vehicle passed the porta-potty, and Mallori and I ran, ran so hard we almost forgot about Dakota.

"Where do we go?!" We asked him, feeling exposed in the lights.

"TO THE DUMPSTER!!!" He yelled, lagging behind. Mallori and I both ran back to him, our small figures only able to wrap ourselves around most of his arms, and dragged him into a run. The boy wasn't the weight of a car or anything- he was just a little bit- overweight?

I didn't care, and neither did Mallori, especially when it became apparent that no one was following us. We slid across the field to the dumpster, hidden by trees.

Dakota tried the door-

"Locked." He moaned. Then, he got spirited again. "Can you go open it on the other side? Jeff and I did that once." He said, looking to me hopefully.

"Yeah-" I said, looking at the six in a half foot wall. "Jeff did." My eyes scrunched. I looked at the tree. It was small, but it would put me right at the edge- if I jumped.

I climbed the tree easily, jumping from it to the wall without thinking, and crawled over the side, rolling as I came down.

The door opened easily, and Dakota closed it behind us.

"How long are we going to wait?" Mallori asked, right off the bat. Dakota hushed her, and I tried not to talk too much. I hadn't had this much fun this late for- three years?

And we waited like that- for two whole hours. Waiting for the truck that had come to leave, and take it's clawed friend with it. But it didn't, and we waited.

The cold was seeping through my jacket- the excitement had made me feel the need to use the restroom. But, I wasn't leaving this dumpter-storage place, and wasn't going to do anything in front of Dakota- I'd gone out with him for a summer, two years ago.

four years ago, I'd been new to this town- a whole new place, with only family members to our reasoning to coming back. I'd been happy though- and we were FINALLY moving out of our trailer- I took a sharp intake of breath- Mallori had no idea that I was moving out tommorrow, but she must've seen the trucks pull past with our things.

I looked at her, and she smiled. No, she didn't know. Dakota, living two trailers up, might've known for a while. A little while at least.

I sighed, shaking me head. What a mess. What a mess.

Then, we heard the roaring crash of an engine igniting, and our hearts soared. Or, at least mine did. Dakota looked through the peeping tom's lines in the door, and Mallori and I planned how we would leave- I'd jump onto the side of the wall, and I'd pull her up. Then, Dakota could climb on top of the dumpster itsself, and we'd-

We heard the screech of the door open, and Dakota smiled back at us, ushering us out.

We saw the truck rolling along the paved road leading to the sight, and we shivered. We were home free at last. Making our way out, Mallori's jacket got caught on the door. She yelped, and once I saw what had happened, I started to laugh. God, we were so jippity!

Dakota though, wasn't laughing. I looked around. Where'd he go?

Mallori tugged at her jacket, and I looked around wildly for Dakota. It felt like my armour had been ripped off, my strong, sturdy knightess feeling gone completely, I started to think irrationally. But, all I could think about was my Irish dream date.

My eyes fluttered, and I looked back to reality to watch as my body pulled Mallori off her feet, running as fast as we could- leaving half of her shirt behind. We ran towards the road. I watched as the lights of the truck- the reason why my body had started to run- started to finally approach and zone in on it's target.

Mallori screamed, or maybe I did- but before we knew it, the truck was right beside us. But, we saw as it streaked past us, the driver wasn't even mildly looking at us- but at the huge wreck scene before us.

I realized that it wasn't Mallori or I who had screamed- it was another person entirely. She had long, straight locks that rolled past her short shoulders, and a speed bump on top of her head. Along with some fake designer clothes, she was almost completely opposite of my gothic friend, Mallori.

Two cars were totalled, looking like they'd smashed into another. But, looking at them, and imagining their paths by the black tire marks, I saw that wasn't so. One car had seen something in the middle of the road that made it do a complete donut over the road, and crash into another oncoming car. That car, had smashed into something. Something that was now in between the two that was making the girl scream.

There was a rusty smell overpowering the fumes of the cars, and a dark puddle rolling down the side of the road to Mallori and. We were clutching onto eachother, and shaking so violently that we couldn't move. Or, at least that was for me. I realized Mallori must be afraid of the blood- and the popo. He ran from the crash sight to his truck, and a ball-capped assistant of his came from the passenger's seat, shooing everyone away from the scene.

I stepped forwards.

That girl wearing the designer t-shirt, speedbump hairstyled hair, and sporty pants was no environmentalist, so I knew right off the bat it wasn't a deer.

How much blood would a deer give off? I suddenly wondered. My mind was pushing this thought on me, urging me to go home, take Mallori under my wing, and hope the Popo's didn't notice we were there, or where we were going.

But I kept moving, just as anyone would, or maybe, as the crowd faded, anyone wouldn't.

I stared, my knees keying into place. Rage filled my stomach. I wanted to punch something- to kill whoever hit him first. Why- why the hell this innocent kiddo, over... let's say another, less destructible car? Because that's the way things happen, and you know what?

Nothing ever turns out like it should.