Dark Longing

Selena Abbott discovers that she isn't what she thought she was and neither was her mother.
Plunged into a dark world will Selena be able to resist the darkness or will she give in to the dark longing?

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2. Chapter Two: Rumours

The girl died three days later in hospital. They announced it that day at college. Nearly everyone in the college knew that I had been the one that had found her so the people in my class all turned around in their seats and stared at me. Excusing myself I went to the bathroom where I rested my forehead on the cold mirror.

The girl had been in my maths class and was called Lily Olsen. Every time I closed my eyes the only thing I could see was her; the way her skin had been so wrinkled that she looked like she was in her nineties . . . how her eyes had been so dull and lifeless that I’d thought she was dead. It had been as if the life had been sucked out of her. I shuddered at the thought.

Standing up straight, I stared at myself in the mirror. There were dark bags underneath my bloodshot eyes and my usually light brown skin was white.

“Selena? Are you in here?” It was Ash. He had popped his head around the door.

Giving a shaky smile I forced back tears.

Coming into the bathroom, Ash said, “Hey, how are you? I heard about Lily.” When I didn’t say anything he swept me into a hug and I fought the urge to sob.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” I said, clinging to him like I would a life raft. “It’s the girls’ bathroom.”

Ash laughed. “You think I care about that? I had to make sure you were okay. Do you want to go home early?”

“No, I better not; we’ve got some coursework coming up in Art,” I replied even though I was very tempted to skive college for the rest of the day.

“You’re far too responsible for your own good.” Ash grinned. “Come on, it’s lunchtime and I’m starving.”

 

 

“Is it true that you and Ash were alone in the girls’ toilets?” asked Lisa, her tone teasing.

“Where’d you hear that?” I clutched my Biology notes closer, annoyed at how quickly rumours seemed to spread.

Grinning at me Lisa said, “So it’s true?”

“Ash came to see if I was okay, that’s all.”

We stopped at a crossing and waited for the pedestrian light to turn green.

“So you didn’t kiss?” she asked sounding disappointed.

I gave a small sigh. “No.”

“You need to let him know how you feel.” Lisa’s crutches clicked on the pavement.

Withdrawing my keys from my bag I replied, “No I don’t. It will ruin our friendship and that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“But what if Ash feels the same way as you do?” Lisa’s brown eyes were serious. “You’ll never know if you don’t ask him.”

Holding the front door open for Lisa, I said, “If he did like me that way then he would have danced with me at the party and not that blonde girl, Marie.”

“I don’t know what he sees in her; she’s such a gossip.”

“That’s funny coming from you.” I smiled walking into the kitchen.

“Ha ha.” Lisa followed me and gestured to the cookie jar that Dad had put on top of the fridge. “Can you get that down for me please?” She flopped down onto a chair with a groan.

Reaching up, I grabbed the jar. “You know that Dad moved it there so that you couldn’t have any right?”

Grinning sheepishly Lisa replied, “I’ll only have one.”

“On one condition; you stop going on about me and Ash.”

Lisa snatched the jar from me and stuffed a cookie into her mouth. “Dweal.”

 

I couldn’t sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes all I could see was Lily or the violet eyed man. They were haunting me. Every night since the party I had woken drenched in sweat with my heart pounding. So when that happened I picked up my notepad and drew. Sometimes I drew Lily but most of the drawings ended up being of the man. His eyes were always cold and filled with distain. I had given one of my drawings to the police. I‘d told them about the man and how I had bumped into him before finding Lily. He was the main suspect in the investigation but the trouble was that I had been the only person at the party to see him and no one had any idea where he might be, which didn’t make me feel particularly safe.

Yawning, I shuffled over to the window and peeled the curtain back. There was a full moon in the cloudless night sky. It was as I went to close the curtains that I noticed the cat. It was sat on the window ledge right outside my room. I must have been blind not to have seen it before; it was huge and had purple eyes that were fixed on me. It wasn’t even a household cat. It was a lynx. There were black tuffs on the tips of its ears. The lynx’s fur was light brown with darker spots that were almost stripes. I stumbled backwards into my bed and nearly fell over. The purple eyes followed me. It was very unnerving. I stayed still as my palms prickled with sweat.

After what seemed like an age the lynx jumped up onto the roof and out of sight. I exhaled in relief, my shoulders slumping. Moving over to my desk, I dropped down in the chair. The lynx’s violet eyes had reminded me of the man from Ash’s party but I had to be wrong. People couldn’t turn into animals . . . but then people also couldn’t age over 50 years in a few hours. Who was that man? Or rather what was he?

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