Chapter 4- What Lies Behind
I
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NOT
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MAXMUM
RIDE
-Recap- As I walk home, I wonder who boy was. Did he even live here? I think, as I open the back door. But not before I see a black shadow duck behind the bush.
Adrenaline burns through my veins like fire, and I, being the stupid teenager I am, walk slowly up to the bush, praying that it's not some side of the road creeper with a gun in hand.
Nerves tingling, I gather up my courage and peek through the leafy barrier.
No one's there.
Confused, I shake the bush, thinking that maybe the mysterious thing is just a bird.
Nothing comes out, and so, giving up and hope of finding my "stalker", I turn away to walk towards the door.
As I move, I notice that something did come out of the bush. It wasn't anything important, though.
It's not like a single black feather would have anything to do with me, right?
Nothing happens on my way to school the following day, unlike the blonde haired blue eyed boy that had jumped in my path the day before.
Disappointed and relieved at the same time, I make my way through the wide open doors that lead into my high school.
Sam almost immediately runs into me, panting, his curly brown hair a mess on his head. Surprised, I jump, and practically fall over. So much for graceful.
"Max," he pants. "Max, you really need to come see this. "Okay…" I say slowly, obviously having no idea what' going on. He practically sprints down the hall, dragging me along.
When we finally reach the classroom, my eyes widen to the size of golf balls.
My desk is knocked over, my text books and paper spread all over the floor. It looks like someone searched it and decided that since I wasn't there, they would rip half of my book into teeny tiny little shreds. I bend over and run my hand through some of the pieces of paper. Pissed off and confused, I glare at my desk, on to find a feather exactly like the one that had fallen out of the bush in my back yard, only yesterday.
Someone was following me.
That was the only explanation.
Walking into my house was practically a relief, as at school today I was jumping at every little noise, expecting it to be my apparently feathery stalker.
Collapsing in my bed was what I wanted to do, but I had to ask Mom the one question that was bothering me.
Walking into her room, a seemingly innocent look plastered across my face. "Mom," I began. She looked up. "Who was I before I was in the accident?"
A strange look passed across her face. It might have been anger, or fear, or hatred, I couldn't tell. "Honey…" She murmured, looking like she would rather be anywhere else.
"Well?" I was getting kind of impatient. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
"You were in a street gang. You weren't like the bad kind of gang, you just were one. Max, baby, you were the leader." "Oh, right." I said, really not knowing what to think.
Should I be mad that she hadn't told me this yet? Should I be happy that she was (I think) telling the truth? I had no idea. "So then how was I in the accident?" I questioned, my curiosity growing with every answer that my Mom said. "I'm not sure, we just kind of found you, on the side of the road. She said the last sentence kind of nervously, like she was afraid of what I would say. "Alright, cool." I walked slowly up to my room, and laid down on my bed.
I still wasn't sure what to do about the stalker.
No ideas sprouted in my head while we were eating dinner, either. Now, all I wanted to do was sleep.
It was probably the only solution. Tomorrow was a Saturday, and so t wasn't really like I was stressed about homework or anything. Usually I just did it on Sunday, that worked best for me.
I feel asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Waking up the nest morning was what most people would call an insanely terrifying experience.
I count as most people, for your information. Sitting up in bed and looking in the mirror on the other side of the room was a daily activity that usually took less than five seconds.
But, today, when I looked in the mirror, It wasn't mirroring my face. It was instead reflecting something that looked straight from screen of a horror movie. Because on my mirror, written it what should have been blood for moral purposes, was the four words that made me want to die in terror. "
Come back to us." The words read. I was then the most scared I had ever been in my entire life- that was, at least, I looked at the mirror itself.
There was someone behind me.
I wasn't alone.
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