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Hi, my name is Leigah
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| Created: 2009-06-22 01:51:53 |
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Sometimes, I’ll wake from a nightmare. My knuckles white. My fingernails etched red into my flesh. A thin sheet of sweat across my forehead.
In my dream, I’m running, but from who or what, I may never know. It chases me away from the people I love most, from the place I call home.
Sleeping is my own personal hell; I have no way to avoid it. The monster waits in my mind, just waiting for my eyes to close. Many times I have cried myself to sleep, for fear the monster would yet again attack.
“You really should care about your grades.” I rolled my eyes at Aly.
“Go scrw yourself.” I whispered under my breath, my voice mocking and annoyed.
Another failed test. I crumpled the page, throwing it into the small gray trashcan on my way out of hell. Or math class as others call it.
“I’m okay, but I would do your boyfriend. (Who is, by the way, the hottest guy in school. How he picked you, Miss flat-chested honey hair, I’ll never know).”
I smiled timidly at her. Aly was right, I got lucky. She smiled back at me. Aly was beautiful, but she hid herself behind thick glasses and high ponytails. Her thick, shiny black hair was always falling perfectly straight. I wondered sometimes if she knew just how lucky she was.
“It’s not okay for you to scrw my new boyfriend.” I whisper-yelled playfully at her, smacking her arm softly.
“You obviously haven’t.” Aly stopped by my locker, her smile so wide, her lips looked like they were going to rip. And yet her smile was so beautiful, she had intensity about her. My heart ached at the thought of her hiding the rest of her life.
“Maybe I have.” I joked, twisting the lock three times to the right, two to left, and again to the right. It wasn’t something I had to think about anymore. My fingers just moved, I hardly remembered the actual combination.
“You have not.” She accused, slamming my locker shut, just as I had opened it. A frustrated groan escaped me, and I began to unlock it again. She always did that.
I was suddenly aware Aly was staring at me, “What?” I asked, wrenching open my locker once again.
I felt my left eyebrow rise in suspicion. I hated when it did that.
Hands wrapped around me from behind. And my body was suddenly swung around. I found myself smothered in a white cotton shirt. I felt him laugh against my face as the shock froze me against him.
“Kyle.” I struggled to say, and then I could breathe again. Cold air whooshed into my lungs; I could still smell his wonderful scent. He always smelled of laundry detergent.
“You look pretty today.” He took my hands in his as he stared at me. His long yet short brown hair shined in the sunlight of the school campus. I saw his eyes sparkle with delight, a million colors shining in the deep chocolate pools.
“Thanks.” I felt my cheeks go red. I was wearing my favorite pair of sweats, the ones that did not compliment me very well. Few people had stopped to stare. It made me nervous to know they watched my private conversation. Then again, nothing could be private at school.
“I’ll see you in Art.” He swiftly kissed my forehead, and then lightly pressed his lips against mine. I nodded slightly, not trusting myself to speak. His beauty always seemed to floor me. The way he cared so much for me, even though he couldn’t have known me for more than a few years.
“Leigah?” I giggled, when he was out of sight, spinning in a circle, “Leigah, I’m going to Spanish, get to English before the bell rings.” I didn’t really hear Aly speaking to me. I was in deep with my hopes.
It wasn’t until the bell rang that I remembered where I was. I turned towards my locker; shocked to see it closed again. The hallways were nearly empty now, and my class was almost exactly across campus. I felt my throat close. My worst fear was coming, loneliness.
But in my haste to get away from the fear, I messed up the combination. Eventually, I had my English book and my backpack in my hands. My breath was uneven; I could feel the fear creeping up behind me.
I was rushing away, scared stiff, when something caught my eye. A note, a small piece of paper, made me stop in my tracks. Normally I wouldn’t have cared, but I could see my name printed messily on the front.
“Young lady, get to class.” Mrs. James glared at me, a detention slip flashing in her hand. I nodded guiltily, grabbing the note and racing to class.
“You are late, Miss Sanvel.” My teacher spat, her sunspots seeming bigger today.
“I know, I’m sorry. I was having girl problems.” She let her glare turn to a caring sigh,
“Well then take a seat. I was just explaining to the class about how Athena helped-“
I drowned out her voice, unclenching the fist where my note was held. My hands were wet, but from the sweat that appeared during my small attack of fear. I opened the note, unfolding each fold that hid the small print.
I’m not just a dream, I’m real, and I’m coming after you.
I reread the contents carefully, not sure if it was real, “No!” I screamed finally, “How did it find me?”
I dropped the note from my hand, jumping up from my seat. I felt as if I ran, ran far away, it would leave me alone. My breath was jagged, my fingers shaking wildly.
“Leigah, what’s wrong?” I heard my classmates whispering around me. A few stood by my side. Trying to ask what was wrong, curiosity thick in their eyes.
Then I was falling. My world darkened, voices becoming meshed together. I felt myself drop towards the floor. But I didn’t hit the ground. I wanted to open my eyes and see why I wasn’t lying on the cold marble tiles. But my mind and body were not the same.
“Look, she’s awake!” My eyes fluttered open. I looked around confused. People I didn’t recognize surrounded my little corner. Then I recognized the school nurse. I searched my memory for some explanation.
Then I knew. I remembered the note. Remembered the fear. The dread that had washed over me, but it was not logical. A dream could not write a note, it must have been a mistake. I laughed without humor at my stupidity.
“Leigah?” I opened my eyes, unaware they had been closed. Kyle searched my face, looking for my mind to return. I stared at him blankly, confused.
Then, I blinked. I saw him clearly; I saw a smile appear as I whispered his name. His
arms were around me immediately, hugging me so tightly, the fear was pushed away.
The nurse coughed, too nosily to have been on accident. He released me slowly, letting his hands slide down my arms until they slipped off my fingertips. His eyes never wavered from mine.
A cold icepack was suddenly against my forehead. I gasped in surprise. A long shiver traveled up my spine, slow, painful.
I tasted blood; it was rich with iron, tasting like a copper penny. I watched as the nurse shook her head. Her plump legs made her waddle as she walked out of the small room.
Nearly everyone had cleared away. One soul remained. The only soul I wanted to remain.
“Leigah, are you all right?” He reached out for me again, pulling the icepack from my head, “When you didn’t show up to Art I nearly had hysterics. And then after school I hear the rumor you fainted in class…”
I took his hand in mine, pulling myself upright, “I was out for that long?”
“I’m surprised they didn’t take you to the hospital.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles absentmindedly.
The nurse waddled in, “Your mother is here to take you home now.” I felt Kyle’s fingers tense. I let him pull me on my feet, his fingers still gripping mine tightly. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but as I started to ask I was attacked.
My mother had her arms thrown around me before I saw her bleached blonde hair illuminating the small office. I felt her hot tears drip onto my shoulder.
“Don’t you ever faint in class again, I was so scared!” She sobbed once more. A wave of sympathy washed over me. My mother never used to be so protective, but after the incident, she hasn’t been the same.
I found myself staring into the mirror. Looking closely at the small scar across my nose. My hair was a mess and my makeup was smeared. I looked as if a monster chewed me up, and then spit me back out. Wait, no that’s not funny, forget I ever said that.
Monsters aren’t to be joked about.
My mother took me home right away, insisting I take a nap, but instead of going to sleep, I called Kyle. In exactly three hours he would show on my doorstep, probably with more flowers to add to my collection.
I sighed, three hours was a long time, “Did you nap?” My mother asked as she opened my door a fraction of an inch. Her voice was a whisper, probably so if I were asleep she wouldn’t wake me.
“Not at all. Mom, I fainted, I didn’t die or anything.” I saw the pain flash in her eyes as I realized what I had said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“That’s alright darling.” She closed my door softly again, but I saw the one tear silently fall from her eye.
I hopped in the shower, letting my voice belt to an ABBA song. I’m not sure why I sang it, but ABBA was just the right music to sing. Slowly I washed my hair, slowly I shaved
my legs, but it was only a half hour later when I stepped out.
“Phone!” My mother yelled from downstairs. I wrapped my fluffy pink towel around my chest and ran towards the phone. Who could be calling me? Please be Kyle, or Aly, either is fine.
But it wasn’t Kyle, or Aly. It was Drew, “Hey, I heard you fainted, you okay?”
“Just great.” I muttered, upset it wasn’t someone better. Not that Drew isn’t… cool… just Drew is so boring.
“That’s good, because I was really worried about you and all. Hey, do you think you’re up to see a movie with me tonight?” Drew was smiling; I could hear it in his voice.
“No, sorry, I have plans with Kyle.” I heard myself say it nicely, but it sounded so rude in my head.
“Oh… well nothing I can do about that. Maybe tomorrow night?” He was hopeful, truly believing if he caught me on a free day I would say yes. But even if Kyle weren’t in my life, I still wouldn’t say yes to that nerd. No offense to the nerds out there, but Drew was like a comic book, type A nerd superhero.
“Well… See I don’t know about that because I kind of have this thing where I don’t think dating while I’m in a relationship is such a good idea. Sorry Drew.” Although I really wasn’t that sorry, “Bye Leigah.”
“Bye Drew.” Then the line clicked and I could breathe again. Kyle was coming soon and my world would be spinning out of control.
“Oh!” I gasped as the phone rang unexpectedly, “Hello?” I panted; the fear from earlier today was apparently not quite gone.
“Hi, it’s me. I am bored at home and I can’t stand not seeing you. How about I come over now and we start our date early?” Kyle muttered, a little faster than is normal for him.
“Alright, sure. Hey you okay? You sound a little… off.”
“I’m fine, meet me out front of your house in ten minutes.” The phone clicked.
Quickly I slipped into a pair of jeans and my tight fitting t-shirt I knew he loved. But as I walked out of my room I became aware of the fact my favorite necklace wasn’t on (The one he gave me). I threw it around my neck, after all, I can’t be late. Make-up never mattered with him, so I was good there.
Ten minutes went by and as I stood out in front of my house, no car pulled up. Then I saw him. His silver slick beautiful car slid perfectly in front of me.
I leaned in the open window and kissed his cheek. It didn’t feel as smooth for some reason; he always shaved before a date. I didn’t think much about it though, and with a huge smile on my face, I walked to the passenger seat and slid in.
Kyle stared ahead, waiting for my seatbelt to be put on I guess. But I was wrong, he wasn’t waiting for me, he was scared.
“Leigah, I’m so sorry.” He whispered. I heard the voice before I felt the cold metal on my temple and the gloved hand over my mouth.
“Drive now.” He warned, pulling me back against the seat. Fear gripped me; my fingers suddenly froze from where they were in the air. I was about to touch his cheek and ask what was wrong. I stared at him-as well as I could-and he looked at me with a gaze so terrified, my fear deepened.
The leather glove on my face caused my cheeks to grow hot, and I knew I looked terrible. And I was in a lot of trouble. I didn’t know who they were and why they wanted him. I must have been the bait to get him to do what they wanted. Which if you think about it, is kind of flattering. You know cause they consider me like his one weakness.
Anyways, Kyle started driving. I could see his fingers shaking on the steering wheel. I wondered how many men were in his little car, probably three, one for me, one for him, and another just in case.
“Turn here.” The voice commanded, but when Kyle didn’t turn he yelled, “God dam kid, turn on the freaking street!” He just didn’t say freaking if you know what I mean.
Kyle U-turned, giving me one of the most heart breaking looks ever. There was
something he knew that I didn’t. I just wasn’t sure what it was yet.
“Kid, if you ever think about doing that again I will freaking shoot your little girlfriend!” He growled once more, leaning close enough behind me I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. A shiver ran through me then, and although I hadn’t seen his face, I could only imagine a man so cold his eyes were black as coal.
He kissed my cheek suddenly, and I jumped in surprise, “Although I wouldn’t want to kill someone quite so beautiful. She does have her father eyes, don’t you think?” He turned my head so I looked him full on.
His eyes were a deep beautiful green. So green I felt lost. They were the same eyes I saw in my dreams. The eyes belonged to the same man who killed my father.
When he turned my head his hands had switched. The gun was now held under my chin, forcing me to look at him, and his other hand held my cheek. Preventing me from moving away. And so I screamed. So loudly the car swerved, because I suddenly realized Kyle wasn’t the one they wanted, but me.
It wasn’t long before a hand covered my mouth; the understanding was dawning on me. The past fear seemed like an ant compared to the terror I felt now. These men were supposed to be gone; the police promised they had been put away.
“I see you recognize me.” He snickered, slowly letting his hand fall from my mouth. The gun pushed up my chin, warning me not to scream. A small tear fell slowly down my cheek, “You have your mother’s smile you know.”
He caressed my cheek with his fingertips. “Turn here.” He commanded without looking away from my face. The car spun into a parking lot, pulling up next to an abandoned shed. More of a building, two story, pretty wide, dirt and trash everywhere.
His hands fell away, and I looked frantically at Kyle. He was staring at me, his eyes sparkling from tears. ‘I’m sorry’ he mouthed. I shook my head, and then a hand gripped my upper arm, forcing me out of the car.
“Leigah? Do you remember this place? There’s still a stain of blood in the backroom,” he whispered in my ear, pushing me towards the rundown building.
I tried to run, I really did. I got a good punch right into his gut. Maybe a hard swift into the groin would have been smarter. Twelve feet. That’s how far I got away from the building. Suddenly, there were more of them, three coming at me at once. I could have taken them, could have won in a fair fight.
I know I could have won. I found myself being dragged like a hunter’s catch. It’s so unfair; I should have been allowed to go. They already killed my father, destroyed my old house and abused my mother, what more did they want? Unless…
No it couldn’t be, they didn’t know I knew, “Let me go!” I sobbed as they dragged me inside. All I got for response was a soft chuckle.
When I was younger I always dreamed of being the princess who gets kidnapped by the dragon, but then her knight in shining armor comes to rescue her. He would ride up on his white horse, slay the dragon, yell the three words that would make my heart sing, and we’d be off to live happily ever after.
Now I realize dreams don’t come true the way we want them to. The dragon had already kidnapped me, but my night in shining armor couldn’t save me.
Kyle moaned, he was finally coming around, “Kyle?” I asked, leaning towards him as best I could, “Are you alright?” He looked up at me. On his cheek was a black and blue welt, I suddenly felt the guilt wash over me, it was my fault he was dragged into this.
“Leigah, did they hurt you?” He asked me, frantically pulling himself towards me. I shook my head, “I’m so sorry Leigah. Really I am. I couldn’t stop them, there were three, all with guns, I did what I could, but it wasn’t enough.” He spoke quickly, so quickly it was difficult to keep up. He laid his head in my lap, tears spilling onto my jeans.
“It’s not your fault.” I repeated. I longed to hold him and tell him everything would be all right, but I couldn’t, “Isn’t that cute?” I gave my captor a cold look, he pretended not to notice, “Let me introduce myself, my name is Jeremy.”
“I know who you are.” I spat, Kyle looked at me with red eyes, “Leigah.”
“Of course you know who I am, but don’t you think it’d be polite.”
“Being polite doesn’t make up for kidnapping me!” I twisted in the chair I was in.
Someone had tied my hands behind my back, and I was forced to feel helpless.
“You’re right, well as soon as I found out what I need to, you may go.” Jeremy said, a mocking smile on his perfectly red lips. I growled, “I don’t know anything, you might as well just kill me now.”
“Leigah!” I looked at Kyle. My face froze as I saw the blood drip from his mouth. He turned slightly and I saw more bruises along his body. I prayed to God for a way out. |
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