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Previously on Socio Secrets - Damn it. I thought running a hand through my hair as I drew in a shaky breath full of fear. It's happening again. "Beck?" I heard someone call my name and as I turned I realized it was Jade. Her green eyes which gave her, her name were open in terror upon seeing our friend's lifeless body as she turned now to look at me.
"Beck? Did you?" Her voice came out soft and horrified. My heart pounded wildly in my chest pounding painfully against my ribcage as waves of panic flowed through me and everything within me was telling me to run. As I looked into Jade's eyes now, my breath caught in my throat as the sounds of police sirens now caught the attention of my ears and with that, I realized I was out of options.
"Please, don't hate me." Was the last thing I remembered hearing myself say before my entire world went black.
When I woke up next, I expected to find myself somehow either in a hosptial bed or rather inside a jail cell behind bars, but as I looked around now I noticed I wasn't in either places, but in the comfort of an office that I knew so well. It was the office of the Hollywood Arts Guidence Counselor Lange. Just my luck. I looked around the office and saw Lange;s chair swivel toward me as he caught sight of me. "I see your awake," He said with a small smile on his face that sent waves of uneasiness down my spine. "Now let's talk about what happened shall we Beck?"
"Do you consider yourself a violent person Beck?" I shook my head and replied, "What kind of question is that sir?" I began to get nervous now as Lange repeated, "Do you consider yourself a volent person?"
That night, I couldn't sleep as I laid in bed staring up at the cealing of my trailer when a knock came at the door. "Danny?" I let out a sigh of relief when I realised it was my mom as she asked, "Can I come in?" I nodded slowly as she shut the door behind her and said, "Honey, I know this has been dificult for you, and if you want to go back to Green Grove I mean we can-" "Mom, with all due respect, there's nothing that I can do to make me feel happy anymore. I mean I thought that once I got out of juvie that we could somehow try and start over, and now it's all gone to hell. My friend Cat is dead and now just like five years ago, everyone thinks that I'm the prime suspect."
Once she was gone I let out a heavy sigh and sat up in bed reached over and pulled out a box from underneath it and opened it. Inside was a picture of me, Jo and Lacey as kids, along with the necklace that belonged to my late aunt. I took the necklace from the box and put the box back under the bed as I laid back down in bed, holding the necklace as tightly as I could in my fist, while visions of my lost childhood and my father filled my head as I fell to sleep.
NOW...
Chapter 2 - Can't Run from Your Past
"Danny?" Are you okay?" Suddenly I found myself back at eleven years old again, holding the red jump rope tight in my fist and letting it drop to the grass at my feet. The shock of seeing my aunt's body lying in the kitchen still burned deep in my mind as I tried to gather my thoughts. Breathing heavily with my heart racing a million miles a minute, I remembered falling to my knees with my head spinning from the shock. "Easy Danny." I remembered Jo telling me gently as she grabbed ahold of my shoulders to stop me from shaking. "What's wrong? What happened?" My body trembled beneath Jo's calming touch as she wrapped her arms around me, and I felt tears starting to blur my vision and threatening to fall down my cheeks, which only grew worse when the sudden piercing scream coming from Lacey drew our attention as Jo's shocked eyes turned toward her. "What is it? What's wrong?!" She asked frantically.
"Tara's dead! She's not moving! She's dead!" Lacey was hysterical as I felt Jo suddenly pull away from me with a small gasp of fright. "Danny? What's going on? you were gone for so long..." There was another small gasp of fright coming from her and at that moment I felt my heart sink inside my chest. "Oh my god! Danny, please tell me you didn't do this." My body still trembled out of fear and my breathing caught in my throat as an overwhelming wave of panic shot through me. "Please...Don't hate me."
The Sound of my alarm was the first to wake me up, as I rolled over and turned it off just as I heard the sound of my mother's footsteps approaching the trailer as she knocked on the door, and gently opened the it. "Sweetheart? You don't have to worry about school today." She said softly. "I'm going to keep you home today okay?" The sound of police sirens suddenly alerted me as I sat up in bed eyes wide open and my heart racing. "Easy baby easy." Mom said gently sensing the look of fear on my face as she entered the trailer and sat down on the bed beside me. "It's okay Danny. Everything's going to be fine."
"No it's not." I said finally looking at her when the sound of the sirens dissappeared. "Cat's dead. Mom I have to find out what's happening, I have to find out who killed her and why." Running a nervous and shaky hand through my hair I swallowed a lump of fear that was beginning to form inside my chest as the visions of seeing my Aunt Tara's body lying at my feet found their way through my mind which was then followed suit by an unwanted wave of dizziness as I fell back against the pillows. "I can't just run away from this." I said softly.
"I have to figure this out. I can't be locked up again mom I just can't. I already lost five years of my life that I'll never be able to get back. If I don't deal with this, then we'll never figure out why this is happening. Someone targeted Cat to get to me so that clearly means that they were never really after her in the first place. Whoever it was that killed her was really after me."
"Don't worry baby." Mom said gently as she rubbed my back for comfort. "We'll figure this out sweetie, I promise." I closed my eyes for a second and let out a breath I hadn't even realised I had been holding. Who could be doing this? Flashbacks filled my head of my father now, and I had to open my eyes again to clear the memories as I slowly sat up in bed. "I have to figure this out mom." I said slowy while getting out of bed. "I can't just let whoever's doing this to get away with this."
"Are you sure about this sweetheart?" Mom asked as I slowly nodded. "I'm sure." I said with a small smile.
Later that same morning I entered the halls of Hollywood Arts welcoming the loud chatter of the other students, but the moment the doors had shut behind me, the chatter suddenly ceased and now I felt a pang of anxiety run through me. Moving through the now quiet halls I felt everyone staring at me accusingly. Maybe I should've stayed home today. I thought miserably as I made my way to my locker to put my stuff away. Suddenly a blast of agonizing pain shot through me as I felt someone grab ahold of me from behind and slammed me against the locker. "Why did you do it Beck?!" Groaning in pain I now turned around to find none other then Robbie staring at me angrily from behind the rims of his glasses. "How could you hurt Cat? She was sweet and innocent!"
"You can never trust the quiet ones." I heard Rex the puppet mutter softly. "Their always the first ones to murder." Letting out another groan of pain as it shot through my body from the impact, I shook my head. "Robbie, listen to me I'm telling you, I didn't harm Cat."
"That's what all murderers say." Came Rex's reply much to my annoyance. "I'm telling you, I didn't hurt Cat." I said as sincerely as I could muster despite an overwhelming sense of anger about to overtake me. I finished putting my stuff in my locker and made my way as quickly as I could down the hall toward Sikowitz's teaching room, all the while hoping and praying that he wasn't in there. I needed to get a way for a bit. Just take a time out to collect myself.
Opening the door of the room as quietly as I could, I silently slipped into the room and looked around for a sign of Sikowitz. When I didn't see a single sign of him in the room, it was then and only then that I could finally let my emotions lose. Silently falling to my knees, tears began to fall from my cheeks. "Why is this happening?" I asked myself out loud. "Why me? Why Cat? What the hell is going on?"
Drawing my knees up to my chest now, I felt everything in me suddenly tense up as the memory of that same day with my aunt Tara came flooding back inside my weary brain. Followed by the sudden memory of seeing Cat's lifeless body. Cat's body was found in the same position as my Aunt Tara had been. Lying flat on her back with a huge red imprint on her neck which was the sign of strangulation. The only difference between the two murders however, was that Cat's body had been found lying in a pool of blood. Her body was found not just strangled, but covered in multiple stab wounds while Tara's body had only been found dead by strangulation.
What was the cause for Cat's death? Was it all just to get to me somehow or was I just being paranoid? The door of the room suddenly opened and I suddenly felt my chest go tight in fear. "I thought I heard someone in here." Said a voice that made me jump slightly in fear as I saw Sikowitz now entering the room. "Beck?" I blinked my eyes in confusion for a moment unable to find the right words as the tightness in my chest began to grow. "Are you okay, kid?" Sikowitz asked in concern turning toward me as he closed the door behind him."I can't breathe." I finally stammered out. "I can't breathe." I felt Sikowitz gently grab ahold of my arm and slowly helped me to my feet, then gently led me over toward a nearby chair. "Sit down, Beck." He said softly."You're hyperventilating. Calm down."
I did as he instructed and cupped my hands together as I took a few shattered breaths. Sikowitz then pulled up a chair of his own and sat down across from me. "You want to talk about it?"
"It's not fair. All I wanted was to feel what it was like to be a kid again." I said as my breathing escalated more. "I just wanted to play soccer and take girls on real dates without having to constantly look over my shoulder." I studdered out between breathes. "I wanted to feel like a kid again. I haven't felt like that for so long." I cupped my face trying to breathe, but my lungs seemed to be voiding themselves of air.
"Beck, I know everyone around here seems to think that your somehow responsible for Cat's untimely death, but I want you to know that I believe in you. I know that you didn't hurt her." I tried to smile at Sikowitz's words since they were making me feel a little better, but when a sudden noise outside the room made me jump from the chair, I suddenly felt like I did the same day I went to Juvie. Terrified, racked with anxiety and most of all completly vulnerable.
"Stay here, it's probabbly just a bunch of kids pulling pranks again." Sikowitz said calmly as I watched him rise from the chair and towards the door. "I'll handle it Beck, jsut stay here and relax." He said soflty as he exited the room. Normally I would've listened to him, but among the feeling of anxiety and terror that was slowly bringing about a panic attack, I decided that staying here wasn't an option especially since there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong and I knew it.
With my hands trembling and my legs shaking as I tried to walk, I made it down the hall half walking and half stumbling as I tried to keep myself calm. All was quiet and there wasn't a soul around to be seen, which only added onto my growing anxiety. It almost felt like a freaking ghost town. "Sikowitz?" Finding my voice again I called out his name in a low whisper as the noise I had heard only moments before suddenly began to increase. It was a loud thumping noise almost sounding like a body falling to the ground which sent my heart leaping into my chest every time I heard it. Turing a sharp right into the auditorium now and as I flipped on a nearby light switch, I let out a sharp gasp. There hanging above the stage area were at least a dozen or more red jump ropes and that's when I saw Sikowitz's body hanging from one of red ropes in a noose. "No." I found myself muttering fearfully as I raced toward his body and tried to get him down, but it was already to late. Sikowitz was dead. "Oh god no." Breathing rapidly, I fell to my knees in complete utter horror as visions of my Aunt's body filled up inside my head. What the hell was happening?! Who the hell was doing this?!
TOO BE CONTINUED...Poor Danny! Another dead body now lies at his feet, and another victim that he had no ties to murdering, but yet the question now is who is the one doing this? Let me know what your thoughts are on who the culprit could possibly be cause I would love to get your imput. Hope you enjoyed and as always please review!