Once class was over we had gotten are sheet music. The next concert is going to be a musical theme. So we were singing songs from Grease, Hairspray, Wicked, and unfortunately High School musical. I really wanted to kill the people who voted for that dam movie.
Once class was over we went our different ways. I had art and unfortunately none of my friends had it. I walked into art class and looked around for any one I knew. Unfortunately the only person in this class that I knew was Lydia. I was hoping I could slip into class unseen and find a seat before she saw me but I was out of luck.
"Thana over here." She called as she waved me over with a big smile on her face.
"Hi." I said as I sat down on the stool next to her.
We sat there in silence. The teacher told us we were supposed to draw the bowl of fruit that she had placed in the middle of the room. The two of us started drawing. I was happy that Lydia did not seem to try to break the uncomfortable silence. She was just seemed to be drawing away in at her easel. It was not until the bell rung that I noticed something was wrong.
Everyone was filling out of the class. I was just about to leave the room and shut off the light because I thought I was the last one out when I heard a noise behind me. It sounded like someone was still drawing. I turned around to see Lydia still drawing. She looked so lost in what she was doing.
"Lydia class is over." I called across the room.
She did not answer me so I walked over to her.
"Lydia." I said again.
She still did not stop. I walked around her to see what she was doing. What I say made no sense. It was not a bowl a fruit like I thought she was drawing it was just a bunch of numbers and some letters. What the hell is she doing?
"Lydia." I said as I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder. "Lydia." I said again.
She still did not answer me but this time she tensed up under my touch. She sat up strait and dropped her pencil. But she continued to stare at the paper.
"Lydia is you okay?" I asked in such a soft voice I did not know if she could hear me.
She dropped her hands off her lap and they now rested at her sides and she turned her head to look at me. Even though Lydia was not intimidating at all there was something very scary about the way she was looking at me. It was almost as if she was lost in a daze. Like she was not really hear. As if her mind was else wear.
She just stared at me for a few more seconds with a black look in her eyes. Then she opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling scream. It was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It actually hurt. It hurt so much I dropped to my knees and held my hands over my ears trying to tune out the sound that was still coming. I looked up at her and she just continued to scream. I tried to get up. Tried to move so I could stop her but I just did not have the strength in me.
My vision started to go blurry and was covered with white spots. I could feel arms around me but could not make out who they belonged to.
The screaming finally stopped but I still could not see.
"You're okay. I'm hear your fine." An unfamiliar voice told me.
My vision started to come back to me as I tried to make out who this blurry form was in front of me.
Then I heard more nose it sounded like people running down the hall.
"What happened?" I herd Scott ask.
A second figure was now knelling in front of me. This one I knew was Scott even though I could not fully see him. He reached out and held my hand.
"Lydia." The other voice said.
I then saw a few different figures running past us and into the art room.
"Lydia are you okay?" I herd Stiles ask frantically from the distance.
I tried to stand up only to stubble and almost fall. This time a howl other set of arms supported me.
"I got you." Malia told me.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I'm taking her to the bathroom to clean up." Malia said.
"Hurry up." Scott told her before she started leading me away.
I turned with her letting her lead me but before I could even take one step away I felt a hand on my wrist stopping me from moving.
I still could not see who this was but it was definitely the guy who pulled me out of the room, and held me until Scott and friends appeared out of no wear.
"Derek let her go." Another voice said that I did not recognize.
This voice definitely belonged to an older man. There was something in his voice that was almost sinister. Something that gave me a very uneasy feeling.
Then I realized he said Derek. Was it the same creepy Derek who was always staring at me? What would he be doing here anyway?
I heard a low but very strange noise coming from Derek. It sounded like a growl. Like he actually growled at the man who told him to let me go. I could actually feel his arm vibrate from the noise that was coming out of his gut.
"Derek!" Scott yelled and instantly my arm was released.
"Come on the bathroom is this way." Malia told me as she led me down the hall.
Once we were in the bathroom I herd the water start to run in the sink. She told me to bend over the sink so I did. She helped me clean out my eyes. I could not help but wonder what it was she was cleaning out of my eyes.
She handed me a paper towel and I started to wipe my face dry. When I looked back down at the paper towel in my hands I realized I could see again. I looked up into the mirror to and gasped at what I saw.
There were dry lines of blood running down my face that seemed to have started at my eyes. There was also blood coming out of my nose and ears.
"What the hell did she do to me?" I asked as I frantically started to try to clean off all of the blood.
"I'm not shore. You will have to ask Scott." Malia answered me.
"Ask him what? How his friend fry people's brains with her voice?" I asked truly not understanding what the hell was going on.
"It's, umm. I don't know what you're talking about." She stuttered out. I could tell she was trying to lie to me but she was not very good at it. It happened to me. I was there did she really expect me to believe that I just imagined the howl thing. My shirt was stained in my own blood.
"Come on lets go find Scott." She said as she walked out the bathroom door.
When we got back to Scott. I saw that Lydia, Stiles, and Kira where gone.
"Where is Lydia?" I asked.
"I had Stiles drive her home." Scott told me. "Are you okay?" He asked me.
"No I'm not okay. What the hell did that crazy bitch do to me?" I snapped at him.
Scott just looked at Malia like he was trying to think about what he was going to tell me.
"She did not do anything to you." The sinister voice from before told me.
I turned around to see the owner of the voice standing next to Derek. He was standing there with his short brown hair perfectly in place. He was cleanly shaven with only a small amount of facial hair that he obviously trimmed. He was wearing jeans and a white V-neck shirt that hugged his mussels in a way so you would see them move when he did. He was very attractive for an older man and not what I expected at all from the feeling his voice gave me. The smile that was on his face made it impossible to think he was dangerous. But my gut was telling me he was even before I turned and saw him and my gut is never wrong.
"What do you mean she did not do anything to me? I was there. I know what happened." I told him.
"No you know what you think you saw." He said. "There is a gas leak in the building. The gas is what made Lydia have her little break down and you too well you know." He said as he pointed to my shirt that was covered in my blood.
"That makes no sense." I told him.
"Breathing in toxic gas for a long time affects people differently. You were lucky that Derek got to you guys when he did." He said as he slapped Derek really hard on the back.
If he was lying he was very good at it. He almost had me believing in what it was he was saying. Almost. I am not stupid and even though he and Derek seemed to be really good at lying Scott and Malia was not.
"That makes sense I guess." I told him knowing that I was just as good of a liar as he was.
"Thank you." I said to Derek who allowed himself to slightly smile.
I don't know what really happened but I know that he saved me.
He turned to leave with the man.
"Wait." I called out and they both turned around to look at me.
"What's your name?" I asked the older man.
"Peter, Peter Hale." He said with a smile.
Hale, there's another one. I was about to ask him a question. Ask him if he knew my mom when Scott rested his hand on my shoulder.
"We should be getting you home. You have a concert to get ready for." He told me.
I looked over to him.
"Yeah your rite." I said.
When I looked back Derek and Peter where gone.