11

         I  open my eyes. I feel odd. Yet once again to see a white ceiling. I put my hand where my wound was, no trace of it there. I look down, I’m in a white room, laying on a white bed with a white sheet covering me. A lady walks in. 

      “I’m glad to see you awake. There for a second I thought we lost you. You were found by a boy who claims to be your best friend. He was looking for you but found you laying on the floor, with that horrible stab wound of yours. All that aside for now, how do you feel?”

         I slowly process what she said. Best friend? Maybe some kid just found me when wondering around where they didn’t belong and needed a good explanation. It’s probably best if I just pretend that I forgot that whole situation, or just my whole memory, at least here. I don’t want the police involved.  “ I feel ok … where is this friend you were talking about? Where was I found? What exactly happened to me?” 

           “I see you have many questions,”the nurse said pointing to a door, “you seem to have a skater guys style to you. I picked you some clothes and put them in a bag. You can go in there to change and then when you come out I’ll have Noah waiting here for you.” 

            She hands me the bag and I go into the room she pointed to and changed. Sadly my eyes were now both the same black on the outside and one red on the inside and the other still the same bright blue.  When I came out, sure enough the person called Noah and a little girl in a light purple cottage core dress was there waiting for me. She reminded me of Mara with her gray eyes, and light purple hair that almost reached her ankles . Noah had light gray eyes, and short curly red hair. He wore black converse, a black shirt with a skull,  black shredded skinny jeans , and a black pair of headphones around his neck.       

              “Hey,” I say. 

              “Hi,” Noah said.             

              “Hallo,” the little girl says , “How are you brother?” 

              Brother? 

              “Mara was worried about you. She was the only one on your family contact list.” 

              “Oh, I see. Well, I’m ok Mara.” Mara? Why would she pretend to be my sister? Hopefully she doesn’t kill somebody, no one would blame such a sweet little kid. They would probably blame me. I sigh, “It’s boring here, I’m going to go for a walk, and then maybe head home.” 

         “We’re going with you,” Mara and Noah say as I walk out the door. 

       They follow close behind. Noah and I talk as we walk and get to know eachother better. Mara stays close to my left side humming an unfamiliar tune. As we get closer and closer to home the more I realize about Noah. He likes horror stuff and he says he likes my style and that he thinks my eyes are cool. The walk seems to go by fast, and time seems endless. By the time we reach my home, it will be exactly two hours. 

        Mara said that I can kill Cas earlier but first we have to find him. He deserves it. He deserves to feel the pain that he gave me.

I have an idea.