Between the Lines

Deep in the darkest alleyways of this world, demons prowl the night. Mundanes may not be able to see them because of the glamour, but i can. I can see them, and I can fight them.
I am a shadow hunter.


5. Sticks and Stones


    The word reverberated through my brain, bouncing against the walls of my skull. Suddenly the room was spinning, and I felt my knees go weak. The ground rushes towards me at a frightening pace. Just before I split my head on linoleum floor, a hand scoops down to cradle the fragile crown. "Sammi!" 

    My vision turned blurry, and I stopped trying to stay conscious. The last thing I remember are two strong arms gently lifting me up, up, up, and into their embrace...

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       I awake to the sound of thin wax paper crinkling under me, and the blinding light of a fluorescent light bulb seeping through my eyelids. Instinctively I move my hand to my face, shielding my eyes before opening them. When I open them, they fall upon the worried expressions of James and Miss Trinket, the school nurse. "Oh, thank goodness you woke up dear!" Miss Trinket says frantically, her hands tensing and untensing. "I, ah-, we, were quite worried. Are you feeling alright?" 

    I slowly sit up, pressing my right palm to my temple. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. What happened?" 

    "You passed out." James says blatantly.

    "Ah, yes." Crinkles form around Miss Trinkets eyes as she smiles nervously. "You'll be fine dear." 

    Swinging my legs over the side of the examining table, I push off and land on my feet. "I agree. I'll just head back to class." 

    James puts a hand softly on my arm. "Sammi, it's already last period." 

    I'm at a loss of words. Have I really been out that long? As if on signal, the tardy bell rings. "Here." Miss Trinket leans over her desk, furiously scribbling something away on a yellow post-it note. The way her hand pushes the pen across the paper is... fascinating. She seems to be of the perfectionist type, her letters elegantly formed and written in red ink. 

    She peels off the note and hands it to me. "You will be excused from the classes you missed, and the one you are currently missing." 

    "Thank you." I say accepting the note and crinkling it in my palm. As I'm on my way out of the office, I catch a snippet of their conversation.


    "...Don't know..."


    "...Will do."

    "Teach her..."

    "Yes ma'am..."

    "Dangerous... Be careful... Shadow hunter." 


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