Chapter 5- See it to believe it
Recap- 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.
I could see the dark shadow in the corner of the room just by looking in the mirror. He (or she) was crouched next to my bed, the short figure hunched over my pillow like an overgrown vulture.
Terrified had to little of meaning to describe what I was feeling- I was ready to stab the thing to death with a knife, if I had to.
Slowly, I began to walk in the direction of my door, my steps short and unsteady. "Hello." The voice said. It didn't sound at all like 40 year old man I had been expecting- more like a little girl.
"Where have you been, Maximum Ride?"
What the heck? I think she had the wrong person. "We've been waiting." She said, before stepping out of the shadows. I'll admit it- I was floored. She was a young girl, who looked about 8. She had curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and had the face of one of the little angels you see in the paintings- rosy cheeks and all.
"Do you remember me?" She asked, hair bouncing as she crossed the floor up to where I was standing. "Uhh…" I stuttered. I had no idea who the little girl was. No memory what so ever.
"You don't, do you? I told them you wouldn't. I knew you wouldn't." She spoke in a quiet, sad voice, the voice of someone who has lost a loved one.
I wasn't sure what to say. Maybe I should tell her I remember whoever she's talking about, just to make her feel better.
"Wait… I do remember! I do!" I faked. I had always been a pretty good liar; I was one hundred percent positive that an innocent child would fall for it.
"No you don't." She said. "Don't lie. It'll only make things worse." Whoa. Could this kid like read minds or something?
The little angel sighed and moved closer to the open window. "You're going to have to face the truth sometime, Maximum." She looked at me with those depressed eyes again. I wondered what had happened to her.
"Remember, accept those who appear to be your enemies." What was this girl talking about? What so-called enemies? Then she jumped out the two story window.
"HOLY CRAP!" I screamed, ready to run down and take the girl to the hospital. I sprinted to the window. But when I looked down, she wasn't there.
All I saw was a white bird, flying away. Shutting my eyes and trying to forget the last 10 minutes, I walked down stairs, hoping that my mom was home. She wasn't.
This day really did suck.
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Next morning, waking up was something I really didn't feel like doing. I put on jeans and a sweatshirt, forced my homework into the never ending depths of my back pack, and walked out the door.
I planned to ask J.J what she thought about my conversation with the creepy little angel.
By the time 4th period was over, I was ready for lunch- and J.J. I was lucky enough to see her in the line. After buying what look like baby mosquitoes crawling the very essence of cat vomit, we walked over to "our" table.
J.J was insanely confused when I finished giving my horrifying and mysterious story about the creepy little girl who crawled through my window in the dead of night with a blood covered knife and a four foot long machine gun.
She told me I was going to die in seven days. (What can I say, everybody like to exaggerate a little, right?)
When J.J was done being a good friend, (gasping at all the right parts and covering her mouth with her hand when the drama that was pouring from my mouth deserved it), it was almost time for lunch to be over.
All I really wanted to do now was go home and look up more gruesome stories that I could tell J.J about the angelic little stalker.
Was I lying? Nope- I was merely telling her what I hoped wouldn't happen in seven days.
When school finally ended for the day, It was a relief for me to come home and have my mom pester me about my terrible grade for math this quarter.
I was seriously hoping that nothing creepy or weird would happen to me today, like every other day. Actually, I was going to do something I had never done before- and most likely wasn't allowed to do- I was going to look up my past.
I already basically knew the story- car crash, parents were killed, my memory was lost, etc. But I wanted to know if I had any relationship with the angel- was she my sister or something? Because I was pretty sure we didn't look anything alike.
Even though it sounds weird, I actually do want to talk to the child again. I want to know what she knows about me that I've never heard. Because I know she does. I could tell.
I'm good at looking at people's faces and picking out their emotions. And I know that everybody has secrets. I know I do.
A/N-
Hey everybody! Got caught up in life, sorry I couldn't update.
Oh, and the main reason I made Max fail at math is because IM failing at math.
Author and characters are supposed to be alike, right?
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