When the Sky Went Black by Ella G (e book reader pdf txt) 📖

gray pajamas, including my black socks, I dried my hair with my towel, and brushed my almost white hair. I fixed my piercing back on my lip, and got my phone, and put in my headphones, and listened to music, while I flopped on my bed, and almost sent a text to Kat, stopping on the word bored before my door randomly opened.

 

I turned off my phone, and knew that one of my parents came into my room. 

I felt a hug, so I hugged the invisible, warm figure, and smelled pine cones and lavendar.

Mom.

I saw paper float in midair, and then cursive writing appeared.

"Hey, you okay? Did you go out? Did you also take a shower? Are you cold? Dad's home, by the way, except he's talking to Quinn at the moment about his grades... Quinn and dad say hi, though." 

"I'm fine, mom. And yeah, I went out, and took a shower afterwards, and say hi to them back for me."

"Will do. Oh, and dinner will be ready at 7. Do you want to eat downstairs with us, or in your room?" 

"I'll eat in my room, thanks. Love you too."

I felt a kiss on my cheek, and the door closed.

My room smelled like pine cones now.

With lavendar.

I got my Twilight Mist perfume, and sprayed it around my room.

 

Yes, I'm a weirdo.

But I prefer my room to have it's own unique aroma.

I looked out the window, and I saw a crescent moon in the black-blue sky.

"It's almost tomorrow!"  I thought.

Almost.

 

I checked the time, 6:45. An hour already passed. An hour had already passed, just because I was staring at the wall, thinking about Kat, and tomorrow, and my parents,

and Quinn, well, not the family part, but I am thinking about Kat.

And tomorrow.

 

I looked outside again, pulled my curtains, dimmed my lights, and listened to music until it was 7,

and I had dinner.

I checked my phone again, the time, texts from Kat; which there was none; and my music.

 

7:00. 
Dinner.

And the moon is almost full, and the sky is almost black. 

 

And tomorrow's growing closer.

☾Kat☽

MAYBE I SHOULD TEXT HER TOMORROW.

 

 

 

Just maybe. Not today, though.

I yelled hello into the house, but I didn't feel anything, or see doors randomly open. I shrugged, and ran up the stairs, changing into 

my black t-shirt and gray leggings, socks included. I ran back downstairs, and jumped on the couch, wrapping myself

in a soft, cozy, fleece dark blue blanket like a burrito, and another blanket, the same texture and color. I grabbed the remote, and played Netflix. 

 

After a few hours, the door opened, and I felt a hand cup my face and a kiss on my forehead. 

Mom, of course, since Dad would pat my shoulder and kiss the top of my head.

She sometimes used either paper to talk to me, or Morse code. This time she used paper, she was too worn out to do 

taps, rather than write a thousand words.

 

"Ate dinner yet?" 

"Yeah, I did." I actually did, by the way. If you counted popcorn and a soda.

"Good. Oh, and tomorrow, me, Dad, Xavier, and Vale are gonna be at a soccer game. Wanna go?" 

I shook my head, and I felt a pat on my shoulder.

I looked out the blinds, and I saw that it was night. 

I felt another little zing, then a shudder of excitement, and went on to watch my movie.

 

By the time it was 11 P.M, I've watched 6 movies already.

I got up to get more popcorn, kicking the blankets away, yawned, and went to make popcorn. 

I hummed a random melody, and put a popcorn bag in the microwave so it could pop, and I could watch. 

But, something weird happened.

 

Instead of that loud popping noise, there were harsh, raspy whispers.

I heard a few words, like "AWAY" or "HUSH..." and sometimes "RUN AWAY!" 

I backed away from the microwave, and covered my ears, since they got louder. 

I almost screamed, but I knew my mom was asleep, and so was Xavier and Vale...but I was pretty sure they can't hear this noise...

I squeezed my eyes tight, and sat against the wall, my knees to my chest. I felt as if there was an earthquake,

but I squeezed my eyes even tighter and pushed my hands against my ears harder,

and heard a raspy, hoarse, and evil voice whispering in my ear, 

 

"Scream for me, Kat."

 

And I screamed.

 

 

Knowing no one will hear me.

 

Soon, the whispering and rattling stopped.

I took deep uneven breaths, exhaling and inhaling, and only heard the popping of the popcorn again.

I rested my head on my knees, and my breathing got even again.

After a while, I got up and took out the popcorn, watchign my surroundings.

I ran to the couch, and watched my movie again, trying to forget about the whispers.

 

And it was 12 A.M, so I trashed my unfinished bag of popcorn, turned off the T.V and lights, and

went to bed.

And that night, I dreamt of a cure.

That might be possible.

And then a happy thought hit me.

 

Tomorrow was here.

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