Memories (Completed)
Author: Jewel Heart

Chapter 8

“I've been meaning to ask, Brooke,” I said. “How did you get in a car accident? You’re the best driver I know.” I looked over at her.

We had left school four hours ago and now Brooke was sitting on my couch watching T.V from a plasma screen that was hidden behind a wall. Brooke had figured out how to work it.

I had been thinking about James. He seemed less sad today. It was cheerful. I don’t enjoy seeing him sad or in pain. Not to mention that finally I got to hang out with him even though it was for a short period of time. The best part was that Brooke had cleared my name before school had ended. But I wanted to get my mind off of that.

I was picking up my drawings from the floor, putting them in plastic protective sheets and in a binder. It was beginning to get heavy. I looked around for a new binder.

“Well, it’s really sort of embarrassing,” she blushed.

“Let me guess, you saw a guy and you ran a stoplight when a car was passing by.” I pulled a box from under my bed and started rummaging through it.

“Do you know everything?” Brooke asked, changing the channel. She settled on the news.

“No, you’re just predictable. It’s always guys this, guys that.”

 I found a blue binder and pulled it out. I set everything else back in the box and slid it under my bed.

“Hey, come look at this,” Brooke said, pausing the news.

I walked over and stopped right behind her. She started to rewind the program. I watched as she pressed play.

I watched as headings scrolled on the screen. CNN Emergency Report, it read. Then a blond anchorwoman was speaking. “School districts are concerned about their student’s safety. Five high school students, three middle school students and one elementary school girl were found dead in a dark alley,” the anchor said. “Police have identified the bodies to be Jessica Stone, Ray Stone, Taylor Spark, Harold McMillan, Craig Wong, Lissa Houghton, Anastasia Smart, Jeremy Williams, and Lauren Uzzi. Reports say that no physical damage was on any of the children but paramedics announced that they were all completely drained of blood. Police haven't found any suspects responsible and doctors haven't figured out the virus causing this.”

“Oh, God,” I said, concerned. “What do you think happened?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Brooke bit her lower lip. “I hope it’s not a disease, but if it’s a person, I hope they get caught soon.”

“Hold on,” the anchor said. “I've just received notice that police inspecting the children have found two small holes in the elementary girl, Lauren’s, neck. Police have not confirmed anything, but they believe that the blood was drained out of the children with two needles. They believe that blood is being sold illegally. They haven't confirmed anything but police warn people to be careful on the streets and to call 9-1-1 if you see anything suspicious going on. In other news, building caught on fire, trapping fifty adults and twenty small children….”

“I hate these things,” I said, turning around and grabbing the blue binder. “People hunting their own kind, it’s repulsing.”

I set my full white binder next to me with the prongs opened and the blue binder next to it. I took out some drawing from the white binder and placed them in the blue one.

“When will they learn?”

“Lumex, don’t get too worked up over it,” Brooke said. “It’s been happening ever since the beginning of time and it’s going to happen until the end of time. It’s how humans have always been,” she said. She changed channels.

“You know what happened to my father,” I said. I looked out the window. “You saw what happened to him. I want to change that.”

“You know you shouldn’t think about it.”

“I don’t usually.” I stood up and opened the doors leading to my balcony. “Sometimes, I just can’t help it.”

Brooke grimaced and changed the channel again. She settled on a cooking show where a chef was making strawberry short cake.

“Hey, you think Will could fix us up some cake?” Brooke asked, changing the subject.

I looked at her. “Sure, but you’ll have to ask him, I'm going to bother him right now.”

“I know. But I still haven't been able to find the inner come in your room.”

“I've told you millions of times, its right next to my closet door.”

She looked over at my closet. “Ugh! It’s so far away! Can’t you do it for me?”

“Your legs aren’t broken, lazy bum.”

I sat on the small bed that Celeste had pulled out yesterday. It looked like one of those hospital beds because of the sheets. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like anything that reminded me of blood and injuries.

“Some friend you are,” Brooke said, getting up.

“You’re sleeping over at my house, you’re eating my food, you’re borrowing my clothes, wearing my make-up, and I'm driving you around. Do you really want to go there?”

She stuck her tongue out at me, walked to the inner come, and pressed a button. “Will?”

“Yes?” Will answered.

“Can you make Lumex and me a strawberry short cake?”


“You’re the best!” Brooke said. She walked over and sat on the big bed. “I hope he puts ice cream in the center,” Brooke licked her lips.

I rolled my eyes. I went back on the floor and started grabbing new drawings.

“You know what sucks?” I said. “Matthew wasn’t here when we arrived and I really just wanted to spend time with him and move on with my life.”

“And what were you planning on doing with me?”

“Well, I was going to hit you in the head and knock you out cold and I thought maybe Matthew would come with me as I threw you into the ocean,” I replied sarcastically.

“Ha, ha,” Brooke said, annoyed. “Though, you should really try calling him Uncle.” She laid down.

“I’ll pass.”

My phone started ringing. I looked at the caller I.D. confused. I picked up.

“James?” I answered.

“James?” Brooke asked, jumping up and pressing her ear next to my phone.

“Hey, Lumex, it’s Harmony,” Harmony said.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, standing up and walking away from Brooke.

“Well, James is a chicken and he didn’t want to ask you to come over for dinner tomorrow.”

“Harmony, you know that’s not true!” someone yelled from Harmony’s line.

“Anyway, the people that you have to meet arrived today, unexpectedly, and all of us need you to know what’s going on as soon as possible,” she continued. “It would really help us if you had a few weeks.”

“Harmony, I'm sorry, but my friend, Brooke, she can’t drive and she’s sleeping over and—” I was cut off.

Brooke took the phone away from me and mouthed, “Are you crazy?” Then she brought the phone to her ear and said, “She’ll be there.” Brooke smiled, innocently, blinked twice, and offered me the phone.

I narrowed my eyes and took it. “Harmony,” I said.

“You’ll be there! Great!” she exclaimed, happily.

“Yes, I’ll be there. Though, do you think I could talk to James?” I started pacing. “I have something to ask him,” I said, bitterly.

She gave a short, dry laugh. “James,” she called to him. “Lumex wants to talk to you!”

“Hello?” the smooth voice picked up.

“Okay, really, does everyone know what you’re going to tell me other than me?” I asked. “Do my cousins in London know what you’re talking about?”

“Lumex, my whole family knows about it,” James answered. “You’ll know very soon, too, but, I don’t know how you’re going to take it.”

I stopped pacing and asked, “What?”

He sighed. “Hold on.” Then, he called to someone else. “Viv, back off!” Then, he said to me, “Look, Lumex, what I'm going to tell you—it’s intense. You might freak out, you might not—you might hate me, you might not—I don’t know how you’re going to react.” James gave a short hysterical laugh. “It’s happened only once and you went berserk.”

“James!” someone from James’s phone line said disapprovingly. A female voice—Viv, I suppose.

“Ow!” James exclaimed. “Viv put that thing down!” he said. His voice was lower than before. He’d pulled away from the phone. “It’s wood!” Pause. “You drew blood!”

I heard a faint murmur that sounded like an apology. Then Viv said, “You’re still telling her! What if he was there? What if he were undercover around her?”

He only did it once and he was weak! I doubt that he’d be doing it in this lifetime! And you know that he’s dead!” James argued, loudly.

“Physically,” Viv answered.

“Lumex, I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready by 6:45—both of you. I’ll drop off Brooke after school,” he said, directing his attention to me again.

“I can drive myself,” I said. “I can drop Brooke off as well.”

“I'm driving you and that’s final.”

“No, I'm—”

“That’s final,” James said.

His tone shut me up. He’d never talked to me like that. He’d only done it once, to protect me. Other than that, he never spoke so coldly to me.

“This thing—this mystery that’s so important that you have to baby me—better be good. It better be worth my time, because I hate being taken care of,” I said bitterly.

“You’ll just have to get used to it,” James added.

“And if I don’t? What?” I challenged.

He took a sharp breath and said, “Do you have to be this complicated? Why can’t you just let me take care of you?”

“Because, I've never been taken care of and I don’t need to start now. Especially from someone who barely even knows me,” I said, through my teeth.

“Do you wanna bet?” he asked.

I didn’t know what to say. He sounded so confident. As if he knew exactly what he was talking about. As if he could answer any question accurately. He always talked like that.

Even now, he keeps surprising me.

There was a knock on my door. Brooke got up from her bed and walked over to answer the door. There, stood Celeste with two strawberry shortcakes, a knife, two forks, and two plates.

“James, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, watching as Brooke took the things from Celeste.

“Bye,” he said.

I hung up and took a plate from Brooke. We sat down at my mini living room and dug in.

“He invited you to dinner!” Brooke exclaimed, taking a bite. “Why aren’t you excited?”

“Because, I wasn’t exactly the one who accepted the offer,” I responded.

“So? What’s the problem? At least you got invited.”

I gave a short laugh. “Are you implying that I don’t receive many dinner invitations?”

“No. I'm implying that you don’t accept any of them.” She grabbed the remote and switched channels again. She settled on a documentary about bats.

A vampire.... A voice echoed in my head. A bloodsucking creature that is beautiful in the eyes of any human. They’re bloodthirsty creatures that have inhuman speed, strength, and that prey on human’s life source.

I love James, I do. But I'm becoming crazy because of this idiotic superstition. Next thing I’ll think is that Molly is a witch and that Andrew is a werewolf. It’s crazy. But what would I do if it were true? I mean, James has a secret to tell me that he has to do in private. It’s driving me crazy. What was that about me being with him for a million years? Why would a vampire be interested in a silly human like me? If vampires, witches, and werewolves really exist, why would James go for a human instead of someone of his own kind? Why would he have to feel tied down to a simple human like me that only lived one lifetime? Why?

Though the most important question would be: are they good? Are they another combination of good and evil? Then the strange good versus evil would come into the picture. Or do they just go their separate ways, never to look behind? Do they fight for their sides? Is it a battle for whom reigns? Or just a battle to see who is stronger?

If it’s a battle for control, then who is the reigning side now? Good or evil? The dead people shown just now on the news, was that the work of vampires? Would that mean that evil rules? Or that the good people rule and the bad people just pulled a fast one? If they managed to trick the good people once, then could they do it again? Are we all still in danger?

“Lumex! Hey! Lumex!” Brooke said, snapping her fingers in front of my eyes.

“Huh? What?” I asked alert.

I had dozed off. There were so many questions. Ridiculous questions that weren’t scientific so would never be answered, but they were still questions. Suddenly I had become quite interested in the subject.

“You were thinking of James, weren’t you?” she asked.

“Mind your own business.” I looked away. Though, inside I was worried. Am I getting that predictable? Am I really always thinking of him? It’s insane, just like the vampire superstition.

She sighed. “You’re worried about the dinner, then?” she asked. “It’s your first date. I can understand it. You really seem to like James…”

“It’s not a date when there are a lot of people there with you. And one way or another, I wouldn’t call it a date,” I shrugged. I'm not calling it a date in front of Brooke or anyone. But inside, I feel warm and full of love. I want to call it a date. I just don’t know if it is.

Blood, a voice said. The voice was harsh, cold, and bitter. It was a guy’s voice, for sure. And it spoke to me as if trying to persuade. He’ll drink your blood, he continued. That’s all you’re for. Push him away and come to them. They’ll keep you safe. They’ll stop what’s bad. You’re the key. Trust no one else.

Don’t, a different voice said. This voice belonged to a girl—a girl who was not a woman yet, it angelic, and loving. As if all it wanted was the best for people. That’s what the voice sounded like: love, peace, and happiness. He loves you and he always has. His people will keep you safe. He’ll train you. All you have to do is remember who your real enemy is. All you have to do is remember why he keeps killing you.

He doesn’t kill you, the guy’s voice argued. He saves the world. He saves us. He knows we’ll survive. He knows how to help us survive.

He knows how to destroy this world! the girl said. If he keeps killing her, nobody is going to survive! He’ll kill us all!

He’s sparing our lives!

He’s killing us! And you know as well as I do that if she keeps dying, neither of us will be born!

I'm an angel for crying out loud! I'm already alive!

I meant in the human world!

I shoved the voices away. Everything was becoming very confusing. Who would be killing who? They couldn’t be talking about me. I don’t know anyone who hates me enough to kill me. Claire might be a pain, but she’s no genius. And who is ‘us’? Who is ‘them’? What are these voices? Could it be what James was talking about? No. There’s no possible way.

The male voice had claimed he was an angel, now I’m really puzzled.

But, guardian angels—that’s religious, right? I wasn’t the type that believed in angels. Not that I had anything against those people. But just like I didn’t believe in guardian angels, I don’t believe in vampires and magic. Even if they did exist, wouldn’t there be only one guardian angel per person? I doubt that they would even communicate with people. Everything is just getting too confusing and too complicated for me.

Remember why you love him. Remember why you have to fight, the girl said.

She’d managed to sneak into my mind again. It was going to be very irritating if this was to keep occurring. My mind is supposed to be sealed from anybody from the outside world. It’s for me and for me only. It’s the only place I can truly be alone.

I shoved away the voices again and paid attention to Brooke without looking at her. I started playing with my food.

“Hey, how about we go to Clearwater on Saturday?” Brooke asked. “It’s supposed to be windy so there's going to be a lot of waves.”

I looked at her. I bit my lip, hesitantly. Beach meant sand. And wind with sand meant sand in my eyes.

Brooke guessed what I was thinking and said, “It’s not that windy, idiot. We can invite James and his friends.” She took a bite of her cake. “It’ll be a small beach party.”

She had me at James. “Sure, okay.”

“Great! We’ll go to the mall for supplies on Friday!”

I stopped as I stuffed cake into my mouth. With my fork between my teeth I said, “Is there a sale going on? Or is there a guy working at a store?”

“Both!” she exclaimed happily. “It’s in the same store, too.” She was glowing.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Are we shopping for casual, party, sports, or formal?”

She looked surprised. “Beach,” she said simply. “We’re still shopping for that. I saw these beach shorts. They’re so you! Oh, and I found you the cutest bikini.”

“You know the guy’s name, shifts, and almost have his phone number,” I said, imitating her. It came out pretty good. I even got the accent down.

“Yes! Oh, my God, yes! His name is Tom and he works from two to—”

I held up one hand to stop her. “Just answer one question,” I said.

Brooke eyed me suspiciously.

 “How are we going to drag all the things down there? You know I frown upon working.”

“You’re such a spoiled brat,” Brooke snickered. “But I guess we can buy something. Remember last time we went down to the beach? That family with that little cart thing?”

I nodded.

“We can buy one of those. I think they sell them at Wal-Mart,” she continued.

“As long as I don’t have to drag them around, it’s fine. Hey, you know what we should buy? Boogie boards. I feel like getting one. I want to try and surf, it’ll be entertaining for everyone.”

“But buy a surfboard then.”

“Well, what fun is there in that?” I snickered. “I want to try something different. Surfboards are just too…predictable.”

“Okay. Oh, and we should stop at a bakery. I want cake or maybe some cupcakes for the trip. I don’t really care as long as we get something sweet.”

“You’re eating cake right now!”

“So? What’s your point?”

I rolled my eyes. “Forget it. But still, I think we should get—” I stopped midsentence. My head snapped up. Brooke followed my gaze. I got up and walked towards the balcony.

“Lumex!” Brooke called after me.

I ignored her completely and walked outside. I looked around and walked towards the railing. I stared at the ground. There was nothing. I could have sworn I felt something. I thought I even saw something move. I'm really losing my mind here. I looked over towards the east. I stared at some trees. I could have sworn that something just moved there. But there’s barely even a breeze. My senses, they’re alert. They know something dangerous is going on. But what is it?

I turned around and froze halfway. My muscles began moving on their own and I couldn’t do anything about it. It was as if there was someone controlling my body while I watched, helplessly. My body was grabbing a chair. It was setting the chair next to the railing. My body was climbing onto the chair that kept wobbling. It stopped. A thought came to my mind: it won’t kill. It was as if half of my mind were mine and the other controlled by someone else. The other part of my mind wanted to kill me. It wanted me dead for good. It was trying to kill me.

My body moved again. It got off the chair and picked it up again. It moved it away then walked back to the rail. One leg went up. The leg was caught on the top of the rail from the knee. One hand grabbed the thin rail. Then the other leg jumped and caught in the top of the rail. The head almost fell backwards but the body regained its balance. The other half of my mind said the same thing as before: it won’t kill. The body kept moving.

The part of my mind that I controlled noticed that Brooke was crying, screaming, and pulling at my shirt for me to get down. She was trying to get me off the rail safely. She knew as well as I did that I couldn’t survive a two story drop. If I did, then it would be a miracle that even I wouldn’t believe. It would be something impossible.

My head snapped down. An evil smile played on my lips as the other half saw the height of the drop. It knew nothing could survive. Then, it stopped glorying and began calculating. My half of the brain noticed instantly what had stopped the body from jumping to its death. There was the cement that would kill me by cracking my skull in two, and the bushes that could save my life. But it was still impossible and the other half knew it. It knew it had complete control over my body. It was smart enough to know how to use it against me. It knew how to kill me. It calculated the angle and found it to be an easy target. But I knew that one twist—one little movement—could change the course of direction. I could survive if I could just move.

Brooke was still pulling at my shirt, desperate for me to come down without any injuries. But it was too late. The other half knew how to and would kill me. It knew what it was going to do. A hand let go of the rail and then shoved Brooke away. It was a hard blow too. The other half knew how to use the human body against a person. Brooke crashed into the glass table. It blew the wind out of her. The other half took advantage of it. In one swift move, the body was standing on the rail, completely balanced. The head snapped down again and smiled. Even though the other half was smiling, I was still crying. I was going to die. I was going to commit suicide. I was terrified. A tear rolled down the body’s eye.

The other half ignored the small gesture of emotion coming from what it was trying to eliminate. The body twirled around gracefully, never losing its balance, and looked towards Brooke. It stared at her. It laughed as she gasped for breath. It was enjoying her suffering.

I looked at Brooke through my eyes. I was going to die now and she was going to watch me. She was going to witness my death. There were so many things I wanted to say to her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her like a sister. That she’d always been there for me. That she was the best friend anyone could ever ask for. That she was incredible and that I’d always been jealous of her. Of how she could love so many different people at once. Of how easy it was for her to fall in and out of love. Of how she’d always had a complete family even though she didn’t think she did. Of how she’d been able to get to know her father. I also want to tell her to tell Molly that I'm sorry. Also, that I loved her more than anything in the world. That I would always been grateful that she cared for me. But most of all I wanted Brooke to tell James that I loved him. That I’d never loved anyone like I love him. That I thought he’d be the one I’d be with forever in my heart. I wanted her to tell him that I’d seen a future together for us—us together forever even though I tried to suppress the thought.

Now that I thought of it, I had so much to live for. I have a family that cares for me, a friend that is like family, a parent to be proud of me, and most importantly, a guy that I love with all my heart. These two short days had made me see a lot of my life. It had made me value it. It had showed me everything in it. And I knew that I had to live.

I tried a mental attack. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I yelled at the other half.

The body winced and then grimaced. But in a second it was completely in control. It was smiling at Brooke again. It had come up with an idea as payback for my screaming. It was bad.  It was going to say something.

No. I'm not going to let it say that. Those words are poison to me. I tried to fight again. The other half was resistant. It was as if it was oblivious to my struggles.

“Tell James that I hate him. Tell him that I can’t bear him and that’s why I'm committing suicide,” the other half said to Brooke in a voice that was mine but wasn’t. It was a dark, cold voice. It was bitter and full of hate. It was just like the guy’s voice in my head.

Is that who’s trying to kill me?

I was about to ask when the ground was gone. The thin rail that had been under my feet was gone. Wind was hitting my back and gravity was pulling me down. I was heading head first down, perfectly angled to hit the cement.

Now stay dead, the guy said.

He’s not an angel, it was a lie. Whatever he is, he’s not an angel. He might think he’s one, but he’s the opposite. He’s a demon. He’s a demon that has just chosen me as his prey. What was the most terrifying was that he was going to go as far as to kill himself to succeed in his mission. No mercy would come from him. He wouldn’t care if I pleaded for my life, he would still kill me. He would make me suffer before he killed me. He’s smart enough that he even figured how to kill me from the inside as well as from the outside.

The girl. I should have stuck with the girl. She’s the angel. She’s the complete opposite of the guy. But she wasn’t speaking now. Could it be that she was part of this diabolic plan as well?

I was screaming on the inside. I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. Everything was happening very fast. It wasn’t like in movies were everything was in slow motion and where my whole life was flashing in front of my eyes, it was terrible. My head was positioned so that I could see my death coming. When I landed, my face would crash and my skull would split in two. It was going to be painful and the other half knew it.

I was still fighting on the inside. I was trying to get my body to move. But there was no such luck. Finally I tried another mental attack.

You’re killing both of us.

The other half was taken aback. He lost control of the body for one second. But that second was all that I needed. Swiftly, I made a violent turn and flip. I was amazed. In a moment like this I would usually be screaming my head off and moving my arms all over the place. Though, now I was acting fast. I was using this time to my advantage. That little movement positioned me so that I would land on my feet, half in the bushes and half on the grass. It would still be quite an impact and I would get hurt, but it wouldn’t kill me. A broken arm and leg was better than a lost life.

The other half noticed what I had done and tried to correct it, but this time, it was too late. It had lost control. There was no time to correct its error. It had not been expecting this. It had not looked at its options. It was not ready. It hadn't thought that I would come through and take control. It had expected to succeed.

I hit the floor. Well, not the floor from what I could tell. It was something softer. But it was too soft to be a bush or the grass. I couldn’t figure it out. Something twisted. There was excruciating pain in more than one place. I felt something soft like a shirt. Something silky brushed my forehead and I coughed. The fall had knocked the breath out of me. I gasped for air. I tasted something like metal. Oh, God. Blood was coming out of my mouth and I could feel it everywhere around me. For two seconds, gray dots danced around and then, I blacked out.



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