The white streak

Great now spring break was over I get to spend the next 6 weeks alone, nobody to talk to, just me and this bloody voice that won’t fuck off, no matter what I think, it’s just there, all the time, oh god why did they do this to me! What did I do to them, they wanted to be powerful they could of used someone else, why did they kidnap me! Why me? I didn’t even know the bastards. Clinically depressed and all cause of them sick fuckers, I’m sick of being alone not like I have a choice! ‘Awe Jack don’t think like that, you need me admit!’ the voice whispered sarcastically in my ear, whilst muttering something from another language No I fucking don’t you make my life a living you hell you fucking twat what the fuck do you want from me! I screamed into my thoughts ‘You know what I want, I’m waiting for you to die so I can have your body for myself, I get lonely if we don’t talk jack, very lonely indeed, if you carry on having friends then when you die people will miss you and I can’t have that’ it was just sniggering to it’s self, I don’t even know what it was just a tormentor who thinks it’s nice to wind me up all the time, the more I ignored it the more it gets bored of trying to get my attention so I try keep my mind as blank as possible, usually I just block anything and everything out with music. ‘How long have we been here jack, I want to see something other than this stupid grass, I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna leave your body for a while and take a stroll’ it said, laughing to it’s self ‘don’t try run away from me jack’ it started laughing harder ‘I’ll always find you’ and harder ‘your mine now’ this thing was practically in stitches with laughter by now, I didn’t find it funny, in-fact I found it disturbing that my imagination could do this to me. It’s left my body a few times now so I was aware had a few hours of freedom before it started to stalk and jump back into me I knew exactly what was going to happen and before I could brace myself, my head was tilted so my mouth was toward the sky, wide open as this ball of white red mist shot out my mouth like a small fireball as I started to struggled to breath the fog disappeared into the distance as fast as lighting. I stood alone for a few minutes trying to catch my breath god it’s like it took all the air from my lungs with it, I stood alone my books held tightly held to my chest hyperventilating, thank god I didn’t have asthma. As I finally started to calm down and stop shaking and inhale oxygen like a normal human being, I decided to look at my phone to see if I had a bright red face, to my surprise my complexion looked as it always did so I suppose that was alright. However there was something that made me look twice, to my surprise the white streak In my hair had started to fade a little it was more a mucky cream now, not ghost white, this happens when the spirit leaves my physical body, getting darker each time it leaves, I’m thankful if I’m being honest I never wanted it in the first place, but even trying to put black hair dye over it doesn’t seem to work, I don’t get how a hair alteration made a difference, but I suppose it didn’t need to, I was just a shell. As I put my phone in my back pocket and turned my music down a little, I had a look round the quad to see two brown haired boys sat there joking about, I knew both of them. Oh yea, Victor, apparently he’s known as Vic, wonder why, and the boy next to him was Alex, how could I forget about him. Awe god he made my heart go like the clappers, anytime he walks past me in music I can smell his after shave, it just makes me want to melt, I’ve liked him for years now, ever since I met him in collage. The chances that we went to the same university were just a happy coincidence. I miss having the confidence to talk to him, we shared one conversation a few weeks before the incident and it was just bliss, his American accent with a hint of English is luscious, I could talk to him forever, not that he’d ever notice me, yea we were both gay, but a lot of people were, he probably had a boyfriend back home and why would a perfect guy like that be interested in a depressed loner like myself. I gave a little sigh out loud and just as I was about to put a new song on I saw him walking towards me, shivers shot up my spine, even the way he walked was hot, just to feel him walk past me up the stairs was enough to make my day, and as I looked down to my phone as if I hadn’t noticed him, he stood… right next to me and just squeaked… Oh god, he’s just here to mock me, great now the one guy I’d been crushing on for years was just near me to take the piss, I might just tell hi to leave me alon- “Hi” he said with that devilish smile and perfected accent, what the hell did he want from me? I stared at him in utter shock; I could feel my heart skip a beat when I looked at him, what do I say? Say something quick he’s gonna think your crazy *cough* “Umm H-h-hh- hey?” Oh shit, he’s gonna defiantly think I’m crazy now! “You looked a little yano, lonely I just wanted to see if you were okay?” His voice was so soft and understanding, I wish I could hold a conversation long enough to have him stay all day with me, I just wanted to tell him what was actually wrong there and then, I’m sure he’d listen to me and, but I’m sure he wouldn't care! “Oh? Me? Yea, I’m fine just listening to some blink-182 haha” I muttered trying to give a fake laugh and scratch the back of my head in attempt to look chill, I was just making a fool of myself instead “Oh nice! I love blink me and Vic have the poster up in our dorm room” Alex was just so confident, as if he wasn’t perfect enough he now listened to my favorite band how could one human have so much amazing-ness surrounding them, it’s honestly not fair, I never wanted him to leave, oh god, why do I have to be such a fucked up guy.

Notes

I'm actually really enjoying writing this :3 only thing is i have all the ideas, but i don't know how to link them all together, ah well Let me know what you think Fact 2. I'm taking english language in sixth form for A-level cause i love doing creative writing, there usually horrors but hey, do what you love right Alex~