Chapter 5: Only the beginning

As I crawled into bed I let all of the emotions from today crash over me. Patients, determination, frustration, exhilaration, pride and emptiness. My fingers absent mindedly tracing the patterns of the scars that covered my skin.

Flashback:

Hours, days maybe even weeks could have passed before I realized I was still lying on the floor crying. And yet it felt like I could go on like this for the rest of my life. Never moving from this one spot, I guess at some point I had made that decision because I was still there. Unfortunately that choice was taken from me; they came in twos and threes, silent and swift. Sticking to the shadows as they swept through the house, that is until they spotted me. As I lay there unwilling to move they watched and waited, though at the time I had no idea what they were waiting for they soon realised nothing was going to happen. The leader of the invading party stepped out of the shadows, her blonde hair pulled into a strict bun, her eyes cold and fierce as she scrutinized me. Once she had, had a good look she bent down and lifted my wrist too her nose, inhaling deeply. Usually curiosity would have burned through me warring with the urge to run but I wasn't really there. Sure I could see and hear everything but I was a numb empty shell. Void of any feeling as I floated above my living corpse.

Until I was dragged into reality by a tsunami of fire and pain, a fresh set of tears running down my cheeks. The world began to spin slightly as I watched the woman pull away from my wrist a droplet of scarlet running from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. As she wiped it away I followed her gaze to the fresh wound on my wrist, and the realization that she'd just drunk from me hit me like a brick wall. I saw her cut her own wrist, smear some of her on blood on my wound and then everything went black.

Reality:

Waking up with a startle, I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep. The red flashing lights on my alarm clock read half past midnight. I lay in bed for a while trying to go back to sleep but it was impossible, I was too restless.

Turning my lamp on I scanned the room, the windows were closed, as well as the door. Hunter lay curled up in her bed snoring lightly. The blue numbers inked onto my hand stuck out like a sore thumb, reaching for my phone I punched in the numbers listing it in my contacts under anonymous guy. Then decided to send Quinn a txt...

Lucky: Hi

Quinn: Ummm, hey who may I ask is this?

Lucky: I'm the girl from Mc Donald's...

Quinn: Oh, I've been waiting for your txt.

Lucky: Really?

Perfect, he was already caught and I had barely begun.

Quinn: yea, I was beginning to think you weren't as real as my eyes had made you out to be.

Lucky: well I am, and I'm really glad you're real to.

Quinn: Haha we already have so much in common I can't wait to get to know you better.

Hook Line and Sinker...

Lucky: so are you from around here?

Quinn: I used to be.

Lucky: Oh? Used to?

Quinn: Yea, I actually moved not long ago.

Lucky: Really, it's a shame we didn't meet before you left...

Quinn: Yea, I think we would have had a blast.

Lucky: we still can ;)

Quinn: oh really?

Lucky: yea... where do live now?

Quinn: Well aren't you oh so forward.

Lucky: Just one of my many great traits ;)

Quinn: well before you reveal any more of your alluring traits maybe we should learn each other's names...

Crap, what can I say my name is, because I most definitely cannot say Lucky.

Lucky: oh Haha right, my name is Cassidy.

Quinn: Well Cassidy what a strong name. I'm Quinn

Lucky: cool, so Quinn when can I get to see your cute face again?

Quinn: How about Saturday? I'm free that evening.

Lucky: sweet, nine 'o'clock?

Quinn: Perfect :D can't wait.

Lucky: Me neither. where are we gonna meet?

Quinn: At Mc Donald's again, and i'll show you this really cool place i used to go to often.

Lucky: awesome.

It takes awhile for Quinn to reply, and when he does, I've already fallen asleep so I'm unable to read it till the morning.

Quinn: Yea, sorry i have to go. My mum needs me to do some stuff.

Typical Quinn. the best cover up he can come up with is... stuff.