The Silent Call
872 Words
Things such as werewolves, magic and otherworldly places appeal to me greatly, simply because they do not exist in real life.
It's exciting and makes everything feel a little less boring. However, one should understand that this does not make me believe in anything I read in those fantasy novels. No, I believe that everything I read is a product of someone's imagination – a very good imagination.
At least that is how it used to be.
I stepped away from the wall and entered the school building, where the din suddenly assaulted me. The sound of voices, laughter, and footsteps resounded throughout the hallways.
It seemed noisy after the peace that had prevailed outdoors because of the rain. I navigated through the throng of students, making sure not to collide with any of them; however, avoiding contact was difficult since we were all moving at the same time.
I felt a sudden touch, causing me to lose balance for an instant. “Sorry,” I apologized automatically, although he did not even bother to face me. Typical. With a small eye roll, I continued my way to my classroom.
I felt rather awkward wearing my wet clothing, and the cold was already starting to sink in. This was definitely not how I had imagined beginning my day.
And then, I saw him.
Kael Draven.
Obviously.
He had been standing by the lockers, looking as if he owned the whole place because, really, he kinda did.
No one came anywhere near him, as if a border was drawn that no one dared cross. His dark hair had been a little bit wet, obviously because of the rain, but it didn’t seem to bother him a bit.
Nothing ever seems to bother him. For an instant, his eyes looked up, meeting my own. And just like that, it happened again. That weird sensation. Cutting. Swift. Gone.
And then I frowned and turned away. Fantastic. Perfect. Of all the people who could possibly come up at this time of day, it had to be him. I don’t like Kael Draven.
Hell, that doesn’t go far enough. I really don’t like Kael Draven. Annoying, conceited, and smug, and always acting like he knows something that you don’t. The worst of it is he always seems like he’s staring right at me. In a different way than anyone else. Not just a curious stare, or anything like that.
No, more of a deliberate look.
Like he’s studying me.
Well, good luck with that.
Since I hardly know what I’m doing most days.
I hurried past him as if he weren't there, but I felt his eyes burning into my neck. They made my skin prickle in a disturbing sort of way.
Or maybe not so much. I didn't know anything anymore. Nothing made sense to me anymore. I reached the door to my classroom, hesitating only for a split second, before breathing out quietly and going in.
I sat by the windowsill, where I liked best because it distracted me a lot. I threw my bag onto my desk and sank into the chair, brushing off the strands of wet hair from my face while gazing outside into the rain.
The steady raindrops were gently knocking against the window panes.
There was peace again at least for a few seconds.
Until that peculiar feeling appeared inside me.
It was waiting.
And suddenly I realized that nothing was the same any more.
Not today.
Or perhaps not ever since then.
Only I hadn't understood it.
The ringing of the bell pierced through the classroom, breaking my reverie and yanking me back into reality.
The squeaking of chairs echoed as the class stood up in masse, talking as if nothing unusual had occurred. I glanced down at my notebook, shocked to I had not written anything in the past ten minutes.
My pen was in my hand, but my mind was elsewhere. Again. Sighing quietly, I closed my notebook, hoping to shake off that bizarre sensation that had been plaguing my consciousness since morning.
It had not abated. Rather, it had intensified, resonating within me like a silent vibration beneath my skin. I tried to convince myself that it was merely stress.
Or an odd day. It was simpler to accept that. "Lyra!" Mia's voice rang clearly amid the din, cheerful and distinctive.
Turning around, I saw her approaching me with her usual exuberance, her black curly hair bouncing as she walked, her hazel eyes shining with happiness as soon as she grinned. "You look like you just flunked a test you haven't studied for," she chirped, tossing her bag on the desk next to mine.
I giggled softly, shaking my head. “It does,” I agreed. “Just... can’t concentrate today.” Mia c****d her head to the side slightly, looking at me for a few seconds. “You okay?” she inquired, her tone somewhat softer now.
I nodded my head rapidly. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just feel tired, maybe.” That was only partially untrue.
Mia didn’t appear to be completely sold on that answer, but she did not persist either. That is one of the reasons why I admire her so much.
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