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Whispers: Part 4

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Previously on Whispers Part 3: My hand placed itself on the mirror. It went through. My hand began to pull itself in the mirror. I fought against the feeling. I frowned, determined… This isn’t real. Wake up. This isn’t real… “Then what is?” came the deep male voice… I woke up, and gasped. “I think you punched him too hard, Ally,” came Gram’s voice.

“Hey Gram, remember when we went on that ride and I puked on you?” I laughed hysterically. “Just… give him a minute,” he said to the girl standing next to him. The girl? She walked over and crouched in front of me. I smiled, but it was wiped away by her slap. My senses returned.

“Ow! What’d you do that for?” She stared me down. The little girl looked more frightened than ever. “That’s what you get for scaring my sister!” I rub my cheek. “We didn’t do anything. It’s on her she was in the woods, or on you for not being with her.” She bit her lip in frustration, probably holding back more angry accusations.

“Let me help you up,” Gram said. I reached out my hand, and he pulled it. And then I remembered. “Gram,” I began. “It happened again.” “You had another vision?” he said louder than what was necessary. “What visions? Who are you people?” snapped the older girl. She started making her way to our hideout. “Uh, that’s our hideout,” Gram said. “Our is correct,” she replied, giving the snacks to her little sister. Gram and I looked at each other. Apparently we weren’t in the mood to fight her.

“Alright…” I said trying to break the ice as we all crowded in The Box. “Introductions?” I suggested. “You don’t need to know my name. It’s the last time we’ll ever see each other,” the older girl said, as she crunched on a potato chip. I looked away. Something about her words burned. No they didn’t, I tell myself. She must have seen the hurt as I looked away for she said, “I’m sorry. Look, me and Jamie…” she paused. “You tell us your story, and I’ll tell you ours,” she said stone-faced.

I stood, silent. This moment, was the definition of awkward. No one said anything.

Gram was the first to speak up. “Ok… I’m Gram.” “As in, Graham cracker?” the older girl teased. “Well, it originally was supposed to be spelled like that, but…” “His name is cool,” I said firmly. “So-rry,” she rolled her eyes.

“What about you then Mr. Moody?” “What’s your name?” I dared her. She looked right in my eyes. “I asked you first.” “Best for last!” “So why don’t you go ahead!” “My name is 10 times better than yours!” “Wanna bet on that?!”

“Guys!! Break it up!” Gram said. This girl was getting on my nerves. We did not dare loose our guard. “This is Ally,” Gram said. “Wow, you could’ve just said that in the first place,” I shot. She brought out her fists and began towards me, when her sister spoke up. “I’m Jamie. What vision did you have?” I froze. “What time is it?” “The sun looks like it’s about to set,” Gram answered. “Gram, I saw the mirror my mom wrote of,” I began. “It was in the-” “-forest,” Jamie finished my sentence. I looked at her. She kept her head down, but her eyes were wide with shock.

“Jamie,” Ally began, “How did you… When did you…” Gram was deep in thought. Jamie did not respond. Ally looked freaked out. I was in utter shock. “Jamie?” She sat with a blank face. “Why isn’t she answering?!” Ally panicked. “Gram, she’s… foretelling something. And remember what happened the last time I did so? We need to get out of here. Now. Grab the snacks.” Ally and Gram began to take snacks and the blankets.

The autumn breezes turned violent. The sun was setting, and we were far enough from my home or Gram’s, that we would get there by nightfall. Voices began to grow loud in my head. But no one else seemed to hear them.

“Foolish boy,” came an old woman. “He’ll be beaten in no time,” came an older man. “Won’t last long for much entertainment,” mumbled a voice (who sounded ill).

For some reason, a sense of panic arose. Everything happened so quickly. And I had this gnawing feeling that made me stop and shiver. The winds swirled around me, and the hairs on my neck stood up.

I looked at Jamie. Her face was blank, but her eyes told a different story. The last remnants of light shone on her face. She looked pale, but innocent, and yet was covered by dark minutes. As Gram and Ally fought over leaving and snacks, Jamie looked slowly up at me.

We met eyes. Hers full of fear, and mines full of terror. For I mysteriously knew what she was bound to say.

“Why can’t we go to your place?!” “We can’t!” “Are you aware we are surrounded by a forest and are at least 45 minutes away from my home?!”

An autumn breeze made me and Jamie shiver. But not as much as the words she said, and I knew.

“He’s here.”

The sun set. Our voices fell and blended with the following dead silence.

 

To be continued…

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