Chill

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. The rain started to fall quickly. Oh God I thought now I have to walk home in the rain by myself. This day had gone from bad to worse. There had been an earthquake that woke me up at 3am which almost scared me to death so I couldnt fall back to sleep and when I did I almost missed my alarm. This then caused to get to school a little late because I couldnt catch the bus on time so i had to take the next one. This was my 6th time coming to class late, so my homeroom teacher was very upset with me.

“Carlos, would you please explain why you came to class late? Is it because you just don’t care about your education? Or is it because you just don’t care about anybody else?”

“Oh yeah because I totally planned to miss my bus this morning so I could come late to class. I mumbled  softly "you need to chill."

“That’s it! I’m tired of your ‘I don’t care’ attitude! You have after school detention.”

I know, I know. My teacher’s a psycho. So yeah then I had to stay about an hour or two after school for detention. It felt like I was never going to get out of there. After I got out it had begun to rain and I had missed the bus again so now I had to walk home. I could have waited for the next one but I just wanted to get home already. I put my hood on and started to walk.

The only good thing about walking home was that it gave me some time to think to myself. I usually just observed everything but now since it was raining the only thing that was on my mind was the rain. I wanted to run but I knew that it was raining too hard so I might have slip if I ran. The rain is such a beautiful yet dangerous thing. There’s just something beautiful about the melancholy of the rain

Then all of a sudden, I felt like someone was watching me. I quickly turned around and to my surprise there was no one there. “Eh” I thought “must be nothing.” I kept on walking then I heard a noise that sounded like someone was stepping on a leave. I turned around again and there was nothing. The rest of the walk home I kept on feeling like there was someone watching me. I then heard a cackle too but I decided to ignore it and walk faster.

Finally when I came home I found my mom on the couch. “Hey mom.” “Uhh hi.” Groaned my mom almost too drunk to notice that I was two hours late.”  I hated seeing her like this.  I've told her before about how alcohol will eventually kill her but she still remains in its grip. I didn't want to continue seeing her like this so I just went to my room and locked myself up. I threw my backpack somewhere in my room and went over to my computer. I put my earphones in and started writing. Writing was my only escape from the world around me. It helped me escape and create other new worlds.  I liked to write a bit of everything; sometimes I wrote poems and sometimes I wrote stories. Right now I was writing a story about a guy who goes on adventures with people from the future. I liked the idea of escaping normal life and going to other time periods or even planets. This was something that soothed me. 

As I was typing, I felt gust of cold air on my neck almost as if someone or something was breathing. Maybe it's just the wind I thought to myself. I was scared of the supernatural so I would always try to come up for an explanation for anything strange. Any strange sensations, wind. Any strange creaking, old wood. Something falling, gravity. I prayed to God hoping there wasn't a supernatural entity in my presence.

 A few minutes later the volume from my earphones was muted and when I tried to put the volume up there was still no sound. Okay I was beginning to get creeped out but I hesitantly continued to write. Then as I was writing I heard a knock on the door. I yelled “Who is it?” No one answered so I opened the door and no one was there. I walked to the living room but my mom was snoring on the couch. “Okay that was weird.” I mumbled to myself.  I ignored it. Stuff like that happened all the time.  I’m not really a big believer in the supernatural, but I found that if I ignored it and didn’t get freaked out it would stop. So I went back to my room and continued to type. Then as I was typing words began to appear by themselves, they said

“Do you believe in spirits?”

I backspaced the message and once again

“Do you believe in spirits?”

Okay now I was freaked out. I didn’t know what to type so I typed.

Uhh I don’t know?

Don’t lie to me I know when you’re lying.

I tried to close notepad but the computer got frozen.

                Whats Wrong Carlos? Are you afraid of me? I thought we were friends… it’s a shame we’re not…

That was the point in which I lost my cool and turned off my computer. As I started to run towards the living room my computer was thrown at me luckily it missed but then I tripped over a broom that was on the ground. “Oh Crap!” I yelled. That woke my mom up “Heyy! Shut up can’t you see I’m… trying to –“I had ran out by the time I finished hearing what she had to say.  I forgot it was still raining so when I ran it was slippery and then I fell into the mud. I begun to panic so much that I had lost sense of all reason that when I fell I got back up and ran straight towards the forest. I then tripped over a vine. I tried getting back up but the vine then grasped onto my leg and wouldn’t let go. I tried to get up but the vine wouldn’t let me go. “Let go of me!” It still wouldn’t let go of me. A broom then appeared in front of me. “Ehehehehe.” “Who are you?” “I don’t know Carlos, why do you care?” said a dark female voice. “What did I ever do to you?” I screamed.

I didn’t get a response back I just felt my foot getting colder and colder I couldn’t move. I quickly turned around and caught a glance. My foot was getting frozen, then my leg. My whole body was getting frozen at a very fast rate.

“STOP IT!” I begged “PLEASE!”

Then just as my neck began to get frozen. I saw a familiar figure appear on the broom.  It was Mrs. Fuentes on the broom. “Who’s the one who needs to chill now--“