Chapter Twelve
"We all thought you were going to die," said Brian to Phoebe.
"No, I'm fine. Where's Kyle?' asked Phoebe.
"I'm here," I said.
She was too crowded by her friends to notice me.
"Don't worry Phoebe, he's here. Forget about him okay? How are you feeling?" someone asked.
They were telling her to forget about me.
I took two steps and I was then behind everyone else.
"There he is! Kyle!" Phoebe yelled happily.
Brian glared at me.
That was enough to piss me off.
The last thing I remembered was leaping towards Brian to kill him.
I woke up in the same room.
"Is he dead? Are you sure he's okay? Are you lying to me?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
That defiantly was my Phoebe.
I sat up and the whole room went silent.
"You monster," said that blonde girl.
"Nellie," said Phoebe.
So the blonde's name is Nellie. That doesn't look very fitting to me.
"Yeah Nell, peace," said a person I didn't recognize.
Where has he been?
Some hippie guy stood there next to Phoebe like everyone else did.
Phoebe still lied on the couch and everyone treated her like a princess.
She was a princess - to me.
"What happened?" I asked.
"What happened? What happened? What do you mean 'What hap-pened?' You don't remember anything do you? You don't remember nearly killing one of us do you? You're lucky Phoebe was here to save your sorry butt," said Nellie.
"We were going to kill you," said Fred.
"Just tell me what I did! I can't remember anything of what I did or how I fell asleep," I said.
Everyone was silent for a minute.
Phoebe was the first one to break the silence.
"You when crazy at Brian. You broke his legs, an arm, and a part of his spine. You see that wall over there? You threw him into that wall and beat the crap out of him," she explained.
I looked over at the wall Phoebe pointed at.
There was a big dent where Kyle hit it.
"He's not dead. You got lucky, demon. If he died we would've killed you why you were asleep no matter what Phoebe did," said Nellie.
"Why didn't you kill me?" I asked.
"Phoebe wouldn't let us. Believe me, we wanted to kill you but Phoebe wouldn't let us. We shot tranquilizer darts at you and it took a lot to get you to pass out. We were then planning to kill you in your sleep but Phoebe ran right over to you and got in the way," said Nellie sounding annoyed.
I looked at Phoebe.
"They can't kill you unless I'm killed first," she said.
I felt dead on the inside.
Why did she do this for me?
"Phoebe, I can't die. I'm already dead," I said.
"No!" she yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"You're not dead! If you were you wouldn't be here," she said.
"Phoebe, I am dead. Think of me as a ghost. No one here can hurt me. The only way they could possibly hurt me in any way is if something happened to you," I said.
She just stared at me.
"You're not dead. I can still feel you in my heart," she said.
I had no reply to that.
There was nothing I could say. I felt a feeling that couldn't be described.
It was silent for a long time.
"How's the medicine?" Fred asked Phoebe, breaking the silence.
"Good. I feel much better," she replied.
"What medicine?" I asked.
"Fred found her some meds that made her fever go away while it was peaceful in this place," said the hippie.
"Peaceful! It's never peaceful here! Not with that demon sitting here and with all the raging zom-" started Nellie.
She stopped when we heard a loud thump noise outside.
"What the hell was that?" questioned Nellie.
Phoebe turned around and looked out the window.
"Ahh!" she screamed.
I flew over and covered her mouth.
"Zombies!" she screamed under my hand.
"Shhh…if the zombies hear us we're dead," said Nellie.
Phoebe nodded and I let my hand go.
"What do we do?" asked the hippie.
"Run," said a voice behind us.
We saw someone stand there staring at us.
It was Brian, all bandaged up from his injuries I had given him.
"You can't run though," said Fred.
"I know I can't. But you all can. So go. I'm better off zombie lunch any-way though," he said.
"What do they want?" I asked.
"The mosquito," said Fred after a minute of thinking.
I then knew there was only one thing I could do.