Chapter one
“How I love to look through the
window of life, as all those hopeless fouls dance to music I create,” he said
as he turned to look at the women behind him. She looked the same as she always
did in these dreams, black hair, muddy green eyes, and an evil smile on her
face.
“Yes it truly is amusing sire, but
back to our plan. I have finally found the girl; she has been hiding in a
middle class suburb for these past fourteen years and has moved to a small town.
How do you suppose we trap her?”
The man who has always haunted my
dreams smiled, “We don’t,” he said simply.
“What do you mean sire?” she said.
“We do not trap her, we make her
agree to come with us,” he said.
“And how do you suppose we do
that?” she said as if she could out smart him. But of cures she can’t.
He looks at her and smiles, “We
make her want to be with us, we make her fall in love”
I woke up scared to death. Those
dreams always got to me but this one, it was worse. Ever since I was two I have
had these dreams and I could never remember them. Only chunks of them, but the
really scary ones were lost to me.
I got out of bed and went to the
bathroom across the hall from my room. A splash of cold water on my face would
do me good. The water was not just cold it was freezing.
I dried off my face and looked at
the clock. Six thirdly, might as well start to get ready for another “fun
filled” day at Westville High.
I went back in my room to change,
god how ugly our uniforms are. Black and orange skirt with black vest and white
under shirt, orange nee high socks with black shoes, yuck. Well good thing I only have two more years at this school
then I’m home free.
I went to my mirror to look at my refection.
It showed a sixteen year old girl with blond hair and brown eyes, tall but not
too tall and a nice figure. Almost every girl wanted to be me and every guy
wanted me. But all I want is to be left alone.
I went to the kitchen were my
alcoholic dad sat with a beer in his hand and his face on the table snoring. I
left him as he was and went to the fridge to get milk just as my mother came
down the stairs.
“Off to school are you?” she asked.
She was obviously stoned, as she was always, and was in a mood to take her
anger out on whatever moved.
“Yes.” I said calmly, “You off to
one of your fuck buddies houses to get the herp again?”
“Why you little bitch!” she said as
she dove for me but I was already out the door and in my car. My ratty old ford
truck may not be pretty but it gets me where I need to go. And right now I just
wanted out of that house.
I pulled into my assigned parking
space at school. My school was nice I had to admit, nice for a school full of
drugies, party boys, drinkers, bitches and slackers. My school was rich but
that didn’t help its students.
I got out of my truck and started
walking toward the front doors. There were four buildings that made up the
school. The first building held the office, ninth thru tenth grade classes. Then
there was the second building that held the eleventh thru twelfth grade
classes. The third was the gym and auditorium. And the fourth held the lunch
room.
I was going to the first building
even thou I was in eleventh grade, because I helped out in the office in the
mornings. I had a full hour before I had to go to class because I was ahead of
everyone, even some of the twelfth graders. But the school doesn’t want to
raise me up a grade because there afraid that that will start an uprising with the
parents of the other students.
I say this school needs an uprising
too strain it out. I mean really even are principle dose drugs. I say that’s why
are uniforms are so messed up. Either way I hate this school.
As I walk in to the office
secretary Jane looks up at me, “Oh Ember, thank god you’re here could you take
this to Mr. Fillmore?” she handed me a stack of papers.
“Of course,” I said. I took the stack and went to the desk in the
corner of the room that I sit in when I was here. I put my things on the floor.
Then I’m out the door to do the secretary’s biddings.
As I walk down the crowded halls
all I can think about is what my mom was most likely doing. My best guess is
that when I left she woke up my dad and they were beating the hell out of each
other and our house. I’m goanna have a mess to clean up when I get home. And
god damn it all I forgot to study for my English Lit test because of my dad’s
habit of spilling his Jack Daniels all over our floor.
I walked into Mr. Fillmore’s class
just as he was sitting down to start his lesson. “What do you want Miss. Rosser?”
he said as if I was the only thing that stopped him from having a good day.
“I just came to drop these off,” I
said walking by the other students who glared at me as I passed a few even through
papers at me. I didn’t care, after a while you learn to never care.
“Fine then set them down here and
be on your way,” he said with a wave of his hand. Mr. Fillmore has hated me
ever since I aced all his tests without turning in a signal piece of homework.
I can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual I hate him as well. So it all works out.
I set the papers were he said and
left the room with all the snobs whispering behind me. I get back to the office
just to find, oh wonderful, are always high principle who is not just a druggy
but also a perv, it’s been more than once when I’ve seen him looking up some of
the girls skirts.
“Well, well look what the cat dragged
in,” Principle Dunmore said as I sat down at my desk, “Ember Rosser, Miss All
A’s herself. How’s your day so far?” he leend against the wall closes to my
desk.
“Good, how is yours so far?” I said
because if I ever back talk him there goes my scholarship out of this hell hole
of a town.
“Good. So are you going to the
football game tonight?” he asked. He knew the answer; I never go to the games.
But he just loved to pick on me.
“No I’m not and I should get back
to work. So if you would excuse me?” I said. He looked at me gave an over
exaggerated bow and went to his office.
I sighed and looked down at the
papers on my desk. I had to plan the lunch for the next two weeks and find out
which students grafted the walls in building three.
That’s why all the kids here hate
me I’m the eyes and ears of the authority here and they hate that. I don’t care;
this school needs to be fixed up.
The first hour bell rang much too
quick. I got my stuff together and left the office to go to my next class. The
halls were jammed full of students the bitches all together glaring at other
girls who weren’t “pretty” enough to be like them. And the drugies by the door
looking tired and pissed.
I walked into Miss. Baron’s class
five minutes early. I sat down at my front row desk a got ready for another
seven hour day in hell.
The last bell of the day rang just
as I thought that I might die if I stayed there one more minute. I went to my
truck as fast as I could. I didn’t want to go home but I didn’t want to stay
here ether. I started to drive.
The long winding road to the seminary
was always soothing to go down. I parked my truck a few feet away from the
grave. I got out of my car with the book I was reading. As I got closer to the
grave I was able to read-Here lay Dan
Mason, Father, Grandfather, and good friend 1942-2009.
He had been dead for 2 years and no
one but me had come to his grave. I had never known my grandfather until the
day my mom came home, high as hell, and yelling about how Daddy had left all
his money to her and that they were rich.
We went to his funeral as if we had
known him for forever. Mom cried Dad was drunk so he pulled off being sleep
deprived and I just sat there staring in to the coffin wondering if he ever
thought of me, ever wanted to meet me.
When we moved to the town were he
was buried I thought that we would visit him, show him respect. But no such
luck, dearest Mommy was too high to ever do anything and Dad didn’t care. So
for two years I come here to read or write or just think.
I sit next to his grave, straiten
the flowers that I left there the day before and start to read.
I stand
there watching her. She truly was beautiful just as my father said she would
be. As she sits there reading, a far off look on her face that said that she
wasn’t in the real world but a different one a better one, I think of how I
will get her to love me. It won’t be hard, but I need her to stay in love with
me.
I wonder
what it will be like with her by my side. It’s strange that such beauty was
used on a mortal but then again she wasn’t any ordinary mortal.
An hour
goes by of me just looking at her, when she gets up and leaves, I follow.
