After my mother checked on me, she went back into the living room. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. I tried to make sense of my dream. What did it mean? I thought about it for maybe a half an hour. I came to the conclusion that I was over thinking it. Most of my dreams didn’t mean anything, so why would this one?
I eventually came out of my cave. I was starting to get hungry. It was around 9:30 a.m., so I made something quick and easy. Good ol’ cereal. After I ate, I washed my bowl out and put it in the dishwasher. I leaned over the sink and looked out the window. Mom left for the hot springs, like she always does. My stepdad, Bill, was at work, and my brother, Josh, was also at work.
I sighed. There wasn’t that much to do. Since it was sunny and nice out, I decided to go out to the trampoline. I usually sit and watch the clouds go by or I draw. It’s the place where I go and think.
I gathered my things I would need: my handy-dandy sketch book, a pencil of course, some books, a pillow, and my CD player. I put everything down neatly when I got out there. For a while I just sat there doing nothing. I quickly got bored of that. I was in the mood of listening to Gackt. When wasn’t I in the mood? I turned the headphones all the way up so I wouldn’t have to have them in my ears.
I got my sketch book out and quickly started drawing. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to my drawings. If something’s not right or the way I want it, I give up on it. I didn’t really care today. I just wanted to draw.
I get into a trance sometimes. I just draw and a masterpiece appears on my page. That’s how this was. I was just drawing. A person. I don’t know who it is. Just that it’s someone.
While I’m hard at work drawing, my cell phone rings. I look to see who it is, and it’s my best friend Jennifer Hanchett. I’m glad that it’s her and not Ann. All she would want to talk about is Sam…
“Hello?” I ask after I answered.
“Hey! I just called your house like five times!” her voice sounded a bit anxious.
“Sorry. Out on the trampoline. What’s the matter?”
“I was wondering where you were. You were suppose to be here a while ago…” her voice kind of trailed off.
“Huh? Whatya mean?” I was majorly confused. Be where now?
“Don’t’ tell me you forgot!?”
“…Forgot what?...” what did I forget? I didn’t understand…then it hits me, “W-what’s today?” though I already know the answer.
“It’s the 30th!”
“Kumoricon! Ugh…I was thinking it was next weekend! Oh God! I haven’t even packed yet!” I can’t believe I made such a huge mistake! Of course it was Kumoricon! Today was the only Friday we had off for weeks and it just so happens that Kumoricon started on this Friday.
“What should we do? We’re already at Borders… should we wait for you?” I could hear voices in the background and they kind of sounded irritated.
“No, go on ahead. I’ll catch up to you later…I know where everything I want is. I don’t want you guys to miss out because of me…” I feel like such an idiot. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“Okay…--”
“You better hurry up! You don’t want to miss anything! I couldn’t help but laugh. I know exactly who cut Jennifer off. It was Victor Ness.
“I’ll try. Guess I’ll see you guys later. Bye.” They both said bye and then hung up. I felt horrible for forgetting about Kumoricon. I grabbed my stuff in a frenzy and headed inside.
I raced to get my stuff. I packed everything quickly. I made sure I had my money. About 300 bucks should do… I double checked everything, making sure I wouldn’t forget anything. I left a note for my mom saying that I left for Kumoricon. Clearly she forgot about it too, since she didn’t remind me… I said that I loved her and everyone else and that I’d be back soon.
I was so happy to go. I was dressing up as Sheena Fujibayashi from Tales of Symphonia. The whole group and I were dressed as a Symphonia character. Jennifer’s going as Martel, and of course Victor as Yuan. My good friend, Cameron Hoffman, is going as Lloyd. I wish I had a Zelos to go with me…
Once I had everything I needed, I put almost everything in the trunk of my car. I couldn’t wait for Kumoricon, but I could do without the four hour drive leading up to it. At least it was three days long. The group and I are staying at a cheap hotel
I started the car and backed out of the driveway. I called Jennifer telling her that I was on my way. She told me that they were headed for Portland. After I hung up, I put Gackt on. I tried to focus on the drive and I attempted to sing along. After two hours of straight driving, I was getting thirsty. I stopped to get a bite to eat at McDonald’s. I went through the drive through to get a Dr. Pepper and some fries.
I parked into the parking lot so I could rest a bit. I never actually looked at the person I drew after Jennifer called. So I decided to get the picture out. I gasped. It was Sam Story. I’ve only known him for a day, and I’m already drawing him?! The drawing of course was in the manga style, but it still looked so muck like him. I think I might become obsessed about him. Ugh. The perfect angel seduced me.
I put it away and turned the car back on. I wanted to think of something other than him. It just made me think of that dream… I needed to take my mind off of it, and Gackt sure wasn’t helping. I changed it to something I could actually sing to; the Jonas Brothers. It helped pass the time. The next two hours of driving went by so fast. I followed the directions given to me by my good friend Jennifer. They were already in, shopping.
I didn’t have to wait in line long. Since we all pre-registered, it took faster. I got in and found a bathroom to change into my costume. After I was all set up, I called Jennifer.
“Hey! You made it in? Good. Why don’t we meet at the hotel? It’s at…” I got the directions and went to the hotel. I could see them already waiting for me, in their costumes.
“Hey, Mya! Over here!” Victor called me over.
“Hey Victor! I like you’re Yuan costume!”
“Thanks!” we smiled at each other.
“Glad you made it. It was getting kinda late.” Cameron said. It was probably around 3 o’clock or so. I didn’t think it was that late… we went around buying stuff that we probably didn’t need. It didn’t matter; it was just so thrilling and fun! We attended a couple of workshops, watched a few music videos, karaoke, those sorts of things.
We walked for hours, though it didn’t seem like it. I was having so much fun! There were crowds everywhere. It was so packed. I wanted to look at all the costumes, and I was scanning the rows and rows of people. My eyes stopped at one person, who was staring at me. His hair was golden and his eyes were purple. Could it be? But when I blinked, he was gone. I must be hallucinating…
Time went by quickly. It was already 9 o’clock! We headed for the hotel to change our clothes. The bad thing about the hotel room was that we only got one bed that cold hold two people. Someone would have to sleep on the mini couch, and another person had to sleep on the floor.
I didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, so I guess that’ll be where I’ll be for tonight. They all agreed to go out to eat, but I didn’t want to. I told them I might go for a little drive or something. They understood and left. I was alone in the hotel room, but I didn’t mind. I wanted to think about this spectacular day. I saw a few Zelos’ and talked to them, people wanted to take pictures of us. It was soooo exciting.
I decided to go for my drive. I locked the door knowing that the others had a key. I walked towards my car, and then decided I’ll walk instead. I didn’t need to waste the gas. It was really dark and cold. Glad I had my jacket. I didn’t know where I was walking, but I had mace and my cell. So I wasn’t that worried.
I probably walked for an hour. I don’t know. Time eludes me. The streets and sidewalks were empty, but I didn’t feel like I was in any danger. Usually I wouldn’t be able to stand being alone…in the dark…at night even. The alleyways were dark and eerie. It made me shiver.
Then it got worse. I heard moaning. I froze were I was standing. The groans grew louder. My heartbeat grew faster. For some stupid reason I asked, “Is anyone there?” then the moaning stopped. I think so did my heart. No, wait, it just skipped a beat.
“H-Hello? ... I… I need Hel…help…” it was a man’s voice. It sounded like he was in pain. I walked into the alleyway next to me. I was scared, but I couldn’t just abandon someone who needed help.
Then I saw the man. There was enough light for me to see. He was covered in blood. I rushed over to him, without thinking, “Are-are you okay?!”
“H-help me…” his bloody hand grabbed mine. His hold was so strong it hurt.
Ow! Please let go of me so I could help you!” he didn’t release his grip. It only got tighter, “Please let go! It hurts!” but he still didn’t. I wasn’t sure if I should get my mace out or what. He pulled me closer to his face. He made a sniffing sound, which made chills go down my back.
“You…smell good.” The man said, with no hint of pain. I tried to jerk away, but he was too strong. I couldn’t break free. Tears started to roll down my cheek. I was scared, and I wished I went to dinner with the group. What was going to happen to me? Was this man drunk? He pulled me closer so his lips could touch my neck. I was trembling; I was so frightened.
“Let go of me!” my voice was shaking. I reached for the mace and pulled it out. I turned it towards him, but he just smacked it out of my hand. I couldn’t think clearly.
“Let her go.” I heard through my sobs. I didn’t recognize who it was. I looked up, but couldn’t see his face; my hair was in the way. I felt relief overpower me. I was going to be saved from this lunatic.
“She is mine!” I heard Mr. Bloody over here hiss to the other man. I was still struggling to get away.
“But she isn’t.” the other man’s voice sounded calm. I wondered why he wasn’t prying Mr. Bloody off me. I looked at my hand. It hurt so badly, I wanted to be free. Thin I heard Mr. Bloody scream in my ear. I looked up and saw the other man stabbing him. His grip finally loosened and I screamed.
I tried to run away before I was killed. I felt like I wasn’t going anywhere, but I knew I was. The alleyway became smaller and smaller. I dug for my cell. First I’ll call Jenn or someone to come and get me as quickly as they could. Then I’d call 911 and tell them there are lunatics killing people. I started to dial Jenn’s number, but then the phone was knocked out of my hand. I stopped.
“Where do you think you’re going? I can’t let you leave after seeing that.” I saw the man’s face; he was covered in Mr. Bloody’s blood. It was all over his face…his mouth. What a sick psycho. His eyes glowed red. I looked to see his knife, but he didn’t have one, though his nails were a bit long and sharp.
He walked closer to me, and I backed up into a wall. His claw moved to my jaw, like he was examining me. I felt like I was out of breath. He smiled big enough to show me his teeth. His jagged teeth.
“You do smell nice.” I saw my life flash before my eyes. I couldn’t hold back the tears. So this is how I would die? Why didn’t I just go to dinner? His hand moved so quickly, I didn’t even see it move to hit me. He punched my stomach so hard I coughed up blood. My vision started to fade. I was on the ground.
I looked up, everything spinning, and I could see someone else…with golden hair. He looked like he was saving me. But I couldn’t see anymore. Not only did my vision faded, but my thoughts as well…