Pg. 5
1175 Words
*Trigger warning: mention of suicidal action*
The moment Kun stopped in front of my house, I slowly took off my seatbelt. "Hey Kun?"
"Yea?"
"If you see him, can you text me?" I asked.
"Yea! Sure! Here, give me your phone." He said holding his hand out.
I pulled my phone out, handing it to him. As he was putting his number in my phone, I was very tempted to grab xiaojun's phone but of course that would make me look like a stalker, creep and a thief...
"Alright! Here ya go!" He smiled, handing me back my phone.
I nodded as I got out of the car, but before I did so, I turned around one last time. "Drive safe." I told him.
"I will." He nodded.
Who knows, maybe he's going to disappear next...
I walked in the house, not realizing my mom wasn't home, until I heard nothing but silence in the house. I rushed upstairs to my room as I pulled my phone out.
Not one notification...
Of course I shouldn't be expecting anything from xiaojun, but how did his phone get in Kun's car...?
My phone suddenly started ringing, making me jump. I looked at the number, not very familiar with it.
I picked up but quickly pressed the mute button. I heard breathing on the other line, wanting to question if this was xiaojun or not...but then the voice of a girl caught me off guard. "H-Hello...?" She said. I quickly took it off mute. "Hello...?" I finally spoke. "Umm, hi...are you Rachel?" She asked, but her voice sounded quiet, kinda like she was scared. "Yes." I told her. "Please listen to me and listen to me carefully, stay away from xiaojun, he's not who you think he is."
My heart suddenly stopped. "What are you talking about? Have you seen him?" I asked curiously.
"I-I'm sorry. I have to go." She said.
"No please. I need to know." I told her, desperately.
"I'm sorry..." She said before hanging up.
What the hell...
I quickly texted Kun.
You: Hey. Someone just called me...it was weird.
Kun: What did they say???
You: It was a girl...she told me to stay away from xiaojun because he's not who I think he is...
Kun: That is weird. Have you tried tracking the number?
You: Tracking?
Kun: Yea! There's an app where you can track the location of a number...
You: That's smart but, creepy Kun...
Kun: Well how else do you think this person got your number?
My heart dropped.
You: You think someone's tracking me...?
Kun: Someone's tracking all of us, whether it's through apps or through each other. We're all being tracked.
You: Ummm. My head is killing me. I'm going to head off to bed. Night...
What was actually going on? Who was the girl? Though her voice sounded awfully familiar, who could she have been? I looked at my phone, thinking if I should download the tracking app or not but once again, I didn't want to seem like a creep. But then again, how the hell did she get my number? The only person who had my number was Xiaojun....and Kun, but that was literally a couple of minutes ago.
I found myself feeling really light headed as I slowly lied back on my pillow, before I knew it, everything went pitch black.
"HELP ME!" I heard. I looked around as the rain poured down hard. I was on the ground, not exactly sure how I got here.
I slowly picked myself up, trying to gain my focus on the reality that was happening right before my eyes...
"Rachel." I heard, as a hand reached for mines.
I grabbed it, as it lifted me up. "Where am I?" I asked, looking up at the dark shadowy figure who helped me. "Xiaojun?" I said.
He smiled, but this smile wasn't any normal smile. It was the smile of evil. The smile of the devil...
He held a baseball bat, as it swung from his hand, covered in blood, while a pocket knife was in his other hand, covered in blood as well. "Come with me." He said.
I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. "No xiaojun, I don't think so." I said, trying to release myself from his grip which was the hand with the knife, which was also extremely close to my arm.
"No?" He smiled, squeezing my arm.
"Ah! Let me go!" I screamed, trying to pull as hard as I could.
He suddenly pulled me closer, kissing my lips. I screamed, trying to push him away from. "Don't you see! This is who you are! This is who we are!" He said happily.
"No! I'll never be like you!" I screamed.
He suddenly stopped as his scary smile faded. He suddenly pushed me to the ground before swinging the bat towards my head.
I jumped up, trying to catch my breath as I put my hand over my chest from fear. I picked up my phone to check the time, not realizing I had fallen asleep.
Tuesday
Tuesday came around fast since I didn't really do much over the weekend besides procrastinate and hide more secrets from my mom while the guilt continued to eat me alive...
The moment I arrived to school, I saw a van. I watched as students gathered inside, assuming that was the van to the class I was suppose to attend. I slowly approached as the man standing near it, looked at his clipboard. "Umm Rachel Clar-"
"Just my first name." I told him. I was super embarrassed of my last name, thanks to my dad...
"Okay! Right this way." He smiled, pointing inside of the van.
I got in as we all buckled our seatbelts. I looked around the van, not recognizing anyone in here.
"Hi. I'm Kelly." The girl beside me said. I looked over at her awkwardly, trying to make sure she was talking to me.
"Umm, h-hi." I said shyly.
"I like your shoes. So fetch!" She smiled.
I looked at her attire, seeing that we had two totally different forms of fashion taste. Mines was more grunge and dark, hers was bright colors and happiness.
"I'm Rachel." I told her.
"Nice to meet you Rachel!" She said very bubbly.
After a few turns and bumps in the road, we were finally at the place I never thought I'd be coming to ever in my life.
We all exited the van, following the man to the door.
"Right this way." A lady smiled, waiting for us as she guided us all inside of the building.
It was a total of 7 students as we all followed her inside of a room. The room was full. Chairs were all around, forming a circle,
even though there were empty seats waiting for us. I sat close to the door just in case I decided to be a badass and jet...
Kelly sat beside me, but one face in the room, made my heart drop...
Derek's.
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