The Note

I didnt get it at first but I got a feeling that I should start explaining myself.

Everyone there stood in disbelief including myself. My wounds was gone and the only reminder that I was once injured and suppose to be dead was the blood on me, on my leg, my head, arms and face.

Everyone was either whispering or shouting with each other as I try to take in everything my buffering brain could ever process.

I decided to just walk casually and pretend nothing happened, just in time as the truck driver reach the place where I landed, he noticed I was gone and then started to chase after me.

"Hey! You should not be walking right now!"

He said between breaths as we are now sprinting. Why does he keep on chasing me? Isn't he glad im okay and he wont have anything to pay for or some sort?

"I'm okay! Just leave!"

I cried out as I was about to reach school I felt someone arms wrapped around my waist.

"I see what you did there. You have some sort of superpower. "

What? I was frightened of what the guy started saying as for I don't know what is going on and I think hes plotting into something. I was relieved as someone just called out.

"Hey! Your stupid truck is causing a jam here, better start hitting the road!"

Constant horns and angry drivers drifted his attention to his truck and made him let go of me and hesitantly walked to his truck.

"Dont worry, she was only hit by the sides. Shes not hurt at all!"

I heard a familiar voice yell at the crowd trying to convince them it wasn't that serious, I tried looking for the source.

It was Jack.

Phew, course he should help me, I almost died saving his stupid butt. Just thank goodness my guardian angel is Lucifer himself.

Did he realized that he almost died because of those stupid posters!

"Go on, Get on with your lives!"

He yelled once again shooing the crowd away. He didn't wait any longer as he dragged me away.

"What the actual fuck! I saw you were sent flying!"

We didn't get that far as he started freaking out. Hyperventilating. I struggled holding my laughter. He jerked my body into different directions without even faking gentleness, searching for any visible wounds and broken bones, but failed. I actually feel like laughing right now, but I try not to. He suddenly stopped and stood aright and backed away with pure disbelief in his face.

Guess I should start talking.

"I know, I know it's strange..."

"Are you kidding me?! It's more than strange!"

He yelled flailing his hands in the air.

"You should be dead by now."

He started muttering to himself, bitting his nails and pacing back and forth; paranoia and insanity is what he looks like. I rolled my eyes.

"Gee, you're welcome by the way."

Someone just walked in and started to touch me.

"Hey you flew a mile, shouldn't you be dead by now?"

As another one spoke.

"Did it hurt?"

The crowd was piling up as I felt a cold hand pulled me out of the crowd and is starting to drag me far far away..

It was Jack.

He didnt make a sounds this time, just walking and dragging me to who knows where. He kinda calmed down by now, the fact that I am indeed not dead yet started to sink in in his dense brain. I'm kinda glad hes back to his normal self and not as a obsessive hopeless psycho anymore or a paranoid maniac just like earlier.

Seeing him walk around without that poster makes me feel like taking that trucks blow in his place was worth it.

We stopped in front of a certain house I believe was his.

"... Wanna get... y'know, cleaned up... somehow."

He suggested pointing at the house with his thumb over his shoulder with his other hand brushing the back of his neck. Is he shy now? Cute but repulsive.

"uhh- yeah, I mean my mom would freak out seeing me get home from school like this."

And then we went in. But he didn't took me to his room nor the living room and the basement is highly unlikely. I just stood there in the hallway as he pulled a rope from the ceiling that sent a wooden stair case to fall down, hitting the floor with dull thud.

"Come on."

He beckoned as he was already halfway the stairs. I just followed silently. When we got in he turned away and head back to the stairs as if he can't stand the idea of being alone in a room with me. I frowned.

"Stay here while I go get somethings to clean you up."

Uhg! I though he'll let me use their bathroom or something but I was wrong.

He wont take awhile so I decided to roam their attic for a bit. I just noticed that there's a bed here, a closet a desk and on it is study lamp or whatever you call it, it doesn't look like an attic to me, it looks more like his room. I tried so hard to fight the urge to tamper on his dest but failed.

I picked up something from his desk and immediately regretted it. I dont know why but i dont like it.

It was Linda's Picture. I hate her... How could she just disappear? Like did she also got on an adventure of some sort? How could she just roam on places without letting her boyfriend know? You know what im getting at? C'mon just look at Jack!

Then I noticed a dried daisy taped at the back of the pictured that Linda had on her ear on the photo and also a massage was written together with the daisy.

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I will never forget the day you said you love me, If only I could say it back I'll let the world know that I'm your girl.

-Linda Shawn

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"... Wait, so Linda is a mute?"

I mumbled to myself. I feel kinda sorry for judging her.

"What the hell do you think your doing?!"

I was shocked and almost jumped through the ceiling, afraid to turn around and to face him. He don't seem to look mad as I'd imagined.

"Sorry."

"Come here."

He said pointing me to the floor in front of him. In his right arm he is holding a bowl of water and towel while his left was pointing on the floor. I did what I was told daringly so; close to him on purpose.

"... Not so close."

He said and backed away. I can tell he was in no mood to joke around, we'll, as far as I have observed, he's not the type of guy to joke around flashing his teeth.

"You sit here, we'll sit facing each other."

He handed me the bowl of water and towel. sat down on the floor questioning his point.

"As you clean yourself, I'll go and talk and you will just listen, understand?"

He said in a serious tone. I rolled my eyes, the audacity of this boy.