mind. And with luck, fatigue and cold would numb my brain and my overactive imagination would take a vacation.
“I’ll manage.”
She looked shocked. “You don’t think that I’m going to let you go home alone when you live so far and only a few minutes ago you felt badly?”
“I’m okay. I’ll just go home and have a rest.”
She looked thoughtful.
“You want me to have a word with Hayden so she can walk you home?”
Hayden would probably have been happy, not being a devout worshiper of the school, but a light, nay, a big obstacle prevented me from saying yes.
“I doubt her mother would appreciate it,” I said to the nurse, knowing Ms. Mayer enough to tell that about her.
“Okay, but you go straight home,” she continued, her face showing how it was difficult to let it go. “Don’t hang out on the road and call me as soon as you arrive. And I warn you, if I don’t hear from you by, say, half an hour, I’m coming after you.”
I smiled. She can be reassured, I was determined to call her once I arrived so she didn’t worry. Also, I couldn’t wait to be away from all these looks of compassion and pity everyone gave me. And most importantly, away from those strange, green eyes that made me see things that frightened me and made me say things that sounded as if I were going crazy...
After a quick detour by the secretary to drop off my exemption, I came to the hallway where the history room was located. I waited for Hayden to tell her that I was going home, but ensured that I avoided the green-eyed boy. Even if he wasn’t to blame, he made me see things that I didn’t believe. Things that were best buried in my mind. But I had recognized the beast of my nightmare in all of these images, so it could only be the fruit of my tormented soul. I saw it, standing before me, ready to shred me, only this time there was something different. I recalled it in another way...the place of my dreams changed, but the animal was always the same. It made no sense and since I created I had begun to manifest these anxiety attacks and pain, I now began to fear someone I knew nothing about; it was time to worry about my sanity.
I was so absorbed in thoughts that would lead me straight to a psychiatrist or even to an asylum if someone knew about them, I realized belatedly that the bell had rung. I brought my attention to the people coming out of the classroom and noticed one of the newcomers, the brother I had time to observe. He turned his head towards me and gave me a look...a cold look. A second later, he walked away down the corridor, as if nothing happened. As if he hadn’t shot daggers at me with his eyes when we didn’t even know each other and I had done nothing to him. I was sure I gaped at him with amazement. First his brother and now him. There was no denying it, I didn’t get along with those boys. And I didn’t know why, but with all that had happened, I suddenly had a bad feeling about them. These two brothers meant trouble...for me, anyway. I would avoid them as much as possible. I had enough on my plate, thank you very much.
I held a bitter laugh. Who was I kidding? It wasn’t as if they would want to get to know me. I was the girl with the mysterious and bizarre family after all, and they would soon find out all about it. So I didn’t have to bother worrying about them. They wouldn’t approach me, just as the majority of students here hadn’t.
“Hi! It’s Deliah, right?” exclaimed such a sweet voice in my ear that it was impossible to doubt to whom it belonged.
I turned around. So much for my confidence that the newcomers would flee from me like the plague... I stared at her, my thoughts moving between wonder and incomprehension. The proximity and splendor of this girl troubled me, as if it would have been more logical to see her somewhere like a Californian beach rather than here in front of me.
“I-I... It’s me,” I stammered, piteously.
Yes, that’s brilliant, I thought, but