Chapter 6 The day flew by with no more incidents occurring. As the bell rang to signal the end of the day I walked out with my head hung low. This could be added to my long list of "Bad Days". This was one I wish I could forget. I reached home and was greeted with an empty house. As per usual dad wasn't home yet. With a sigh I made my way to my room. I had no immediate homework so how should I entertain myself? I booted up my laptop and thought about the day. I couldn't laugh so how about a scare? More CreepyPasta? Yeah. That was my best bet. I opened my browser and reloaded the page. This was one I hadn't seen before. Pyromia. I opened up the link and sat back as I read. Patrisha "Pam" Parrish was 17 with an obsession with fire. She burned her dolls, her hair once and her hands. She burnt paper and clothes. She was often punished for her obsession but it fueled her more. She got in with a gang of delinquents at fourteen and never turned back. She finally belonged. Then one night something happened that changed her life for the worst . She'd been out drinking with her friends in the forest when she felt the need to burn something. Striking a match she dropped it on a patch of dry grass and smiled. But the patch didn't light. Angrily she lit another but still the grass did not light. Mason her then boyfriend came over. "You okay?" "No." she answered in a huff. "It won't light." "C'mon. I'll take the edge off. Give us a kiss." "No. You're drunk and I'm not in the mood. Leave me be." "Sweetheart don't be a prude. Plenty of girls want me but I chose you. You already don't pay out so just this one kiss." "Just because I don't give my body away at the drop of a hat doesn't mean I'm a prude Mason. I just don't want to regret my decision to reach that level with you and end up heartbroken." "Stupid. Whatever. We're through. " "This is over because of a kiss? Or me not paying out? Whatever. Goodbye Mason." She turned and left the clearing angry, hurt and misunderstood. She woke the next morning her eyes puffy and her nose stuffed. She stumbled out of her bed to the kitchen thanking God that school was out on Saturdays. Blearily, she made her way to the television on the island and turned it on. She walked to the fridge and grabbed the milk and cereal. Placing them on the counter she opened the cupboard for a bowl and spoon. She sat down and aimlessly picked at her food until she tuned her hearing into the news report. "Reports say that twelve people are now dead after a spontaneous bush fire sprung up in the Hilly Fields Forest. Of the dead are three children ages ranging from 7-10, seven teens ranging from 14-19 and two adults assumed to be in their late 40s. Officers have no idea what caused the fire but it is believed to have been arson. It can also be considered sources say as an accidental fire as it seems to have started from a cigarette stub or match. And in other news the Hilly Fields Gardenias are up against..." But she didn't hear the rest. A cold pit formed in her stomach. 'I did it. It was me. I killed all those people. I killed him. I killed Mason. I told him that he should die. He's dead. That poor family. They're all dead. Barry. Mikah. Ada. Sira. Joshua. Mason. They're dead because of me.' A steady chant of murderer thrummed in her mind. She saw their faces. All of them. Staring at her. Pointing. Accusing fingers pointing. Their bodies slowly starting to burn. Charred fingers pointing. Dead charred lips moving. The smell of decay, smoke, ash and burnt flesh permeating the air. She gagged. Tears running freely down her face. The charred corpse of Mason walked toward her. His jaw creaked with effort. He was saying something. "Help me. Help me. HELP ME!" the voice whispered. Pam whimpered. "I'm burning! Help me!" the voice roared. Pamela shrieked. The other bodies were doing the same thing. Moving toward her their destroyed mouths mimicking Mason's. A flashback. That was it. This was a flashback of how they died. All of them burning until they were silenced. Her eyes closed and she saw the scenes. Mason and the gang, drunk and asleep. The fire took them but they were too wasted to move. Then they started screaming. Their bodies forcing out of the drunken paralysis to get up and stumble a few feet away and then die. Their bodies fuelling the fire that swept on and burnt the other family. She saw the mother awaking in alarm to the sound of her babies crying. The father waking and running out into the flames. He getting caught on fire and spreading it to the tent with his children. The anguished cries of them all. The mother in her panic to save her children, falling ,hitting her head on a sharp stone from the cooking pit. She doesn't move again. The fire blazing, roaring,consuming. There is silence in the clearing except for the quiet crackling of the brush.Firefighters flood the area with water and find the bodies. They walk out further and find the bodies of Mason and her friends. There's silence and then a piercing scream is heard. The scene clears. "Pam? Open your eyes love. It's me." says a voice. Mason? That's his voice. "Mase?" Pam asks, her voice thick with emotion. "Is it true Mase? Did I...? Did I really...? Did I really k...k...kill...? Oh goodness Mase. Did I really kill them?" Silence. "Mason Ardashiel Godfrey Samson, did I really kill those people?" she asked, her voice clipped. "Did I really kill you?" Silence. Then a broken yes split the silence. "Noooooooooooooooo. Oh goodness nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!"she wailed. "Yes. " the voice continued, growing harsh in it's timbre. "Yes. You did. Your obsession killed me. Killed us! What have you done?" it snarled. "End it! End it all!" it hissed. With a rush of rage she barreled forward, screaming loudly, into the dead Mason and out of the glass door to her patio. With a small gasp she fell over the railing and into the emptiness of space before gravity took over plunging her to her death. A loud crunch was heard as she landed on a car parked below. Her eyes mouth and nose were bleeding profusely. Mr Dixon the car owner came over holding her hand begging her to stay with him. With broken lips she told him she was sorry and all the light from her eyes fled. She watched the days pass. With disembodied eyes she watched the proceedings. then came the day of her funeral. " My daughter ,Patrisha Pamela Madison Parrish, was born on a sunny day. She was born on the hottest of the drought in this place. I remember holding her little arms in the sweltering heat of the hospital and wondering why God chose that day for her to be born. It was funny though. As she grew up she loved cooking. Anything that would bring her inclose contact with fire. To be honest, it worried me. Then she met Mason and my fears went spiraling out of control. But I know she loved him and he loved her. I saw her rebel after a while and I became worried. But then she smiled so joyously last week and I knew she was better. She stopped hanging out late and started to take control of her life. Then she came home that night sobbing loudly. I saw her and all she said was that it was over between them. She and Mason were over. And then he died. She died right after and we're all mourning. But everything will be okay. Let us take comfort in knowing they are in a better place." She hovered close enough to touch her mother. "I'm so sorry mom." she whispered and then blackness and silence descended. She opened her eyes to clear skies and soft sunlight gracing her skin. The forest? This was the spot that everyone died. I'm not dead. "No. You're not." Mason said somewhat moody. "We all aren't dead. Yet." Serabi said. The youngest of the family she'd killed looked so mature. She smiled good naturedly at her. "Well that is a plus I guess. " Getting up they walked into the clearing. "Uhm...hi?" said a woman with short hair and blue eyes. "Are you all okay?" "Fine" John answered. Holding his wife's hand he spoke again "I'm John and this is my wife Katlin. We were just out with our family. We've seemed to have lost our way..." "And in the news tonight. Another family is burnt. Five years after the first one set there in the Hilly Fields Forest." ~End~ I blinked a few times trying my best to understand this. Did Patrisha become a CreepyPasta or did she just decide to haunt every soul until a random fire started and just burned everything? Jeez. That was freaky. As I read the title, I arched a brow. "The Story of Pyromia." what a suitable title for a girl who was a total pyromaniac. I shook my head and powered down my computer before climbing into bed. Tomorrow is going to be one hell of a day.
Chapter 7 Oh how I dreaded the Tuesday morning. First, I woke up late. Second, I missed the bus and finally I bearly made it on time for school. "What happened to you?" Rya asked as I took a spot next her in line when the second bell rang. "I over slept, " I sighed. "More CreepyPasta?" "I was bored.... Didn't have anything to do...." Rya shook her head at me as I shrugged. We were quiet as the next class ofstudents took the stage and began the assembly, before the teachers took over. I was so tired I didn't even notice Lance standing behind me, until he spoke. "Good morning Melody." I froze at his voice and quickly moved to the very end of the line, away from him. Rya arched a brow at me as she joined me. "Whats wrong? " she whispered. "Please keep Lance away from me. Please." I pleaded with her. "Why? Is it because of his insensitivity to your accidentally revealing of underwear?" she asked bluntly. My face turned red when she said that from both embarrassment and anger. "I hate you, " I hissed at her. She shrugged and held my hand. "I promise to keep him off your back," she said as she gave my hand a squeeze. I smiled and squeezed her hand, relieved that she would do this for me. "Thank you." She nodded and turned her attention to the stage as the announcements were said. The morning dragged on and on until recess. I stayed in class while my friends went to buy snacks from the Cafeteria. I was busy reading, when someone sat next to me. I assumed it was Jack. "Hey Jack." "Hi Melody." I froze. That voice did not belong to Jack. I slowly turned my head and my eyes came in contact with Lance. He smiled at me as I stared at him. I just stared until my reaction mechanism finally started to function and what I did surely surprised him. I screamed before bolting from my seat screaming. I ran out the classroom and down the corridor before I ran face first into Rya. "MELODY!" she practically shrieked at me. I was panting hard as I spoke. "Lance.... Seat... Me.... Help!" Pen took hold of my hands and started to speak. "Breathe Mel... Breathe..." she said gently calming me down. I took a few breaths to calm my erratic heart before I sighed with a calmness I did not know was possible. "Now.... Use your words," she said as she released my hands. "Lance is sitting next me in Jack's seat. Help me!" "Ok. Ok. I'll get rid of him." Rya said as she walked back to the classroom with the three of us trailing behind her. As Rya entered the classroom, Lance stopped her. "Rya may I speak to you?" he asked quickly. She arched a brow at him before agreeing. They walked out of class and down the corridor. I turned towards my two friends and stared at them. They didn't even look surprised. "What just happened? " I asked. "Lance asked Rya to talk," Pam shrugged. "I know that, but why? Rya NEVER talks to any of the boys in here." "Well.... Maybe Lance had something important to ask her," Pen stated bluntly. My jaw dropped at how normal and unaffected by friends were. "Am I the only one who finds this not normal?!" I almost shouted. "Yes," they both said grinning at me. "I hate you guys," I said grimly. Pen just laughed before she hugged me. "And we love you too." I couldn't help but smile at what she said. My best friends are my world. The bell rang signaling the end of recess and Rya and Lance never came back. I sighed before sitting at my desk. I pulled out my Chemistry book and started reading when Rya sat down beside me. "We have a double free period now," she said pulling out a black book with gold and silver celtic designs and opposing gold and silver dragons . It was gorgeous and very modern day Victorian. I had asked her to get me one as a joke, but she got me a white one with intricate gold and black vine design with a Celtic circle in the center. It was the best and most beautiful gift I've gotten from her. I smiled at her before I saw something shift at my left. I turned slowly and saw Lance. I sqeaked in fear and jumped into Rya, knocking her book out of her hands and landing on the floor. "Melody....." she practically growled. "I'm sorry!" I squeaked my apology, "but Lance is sitting next to me." "I know." she said bluntly. "What?" "I.... Know...." "Why?" She sighed as she picked her book and dusted it off. "Lance wanted to speak to you, but you screamed in his face and ran away." "Yeah, but...." "But nothing. He knew you would run to me for help and that's why he spoke to me before i can kill him. So you are going to sit your somewhat large ass there and listen without screaming in his face. Understand? " I scrowled at her. "I hate you sometimes. " She gave me a droll stare. "Doesn't everyone?" I sighed. I never understood why Rya wanted everyone to hate. Did something bad happened to her? Or did she do something so bad, that all she can feel is the hate from people? I really wished tell me. Sighing again I turned towards Lance. I regret it instantly. He was still insanely hot. Then he smiled at me. Oh God... Too hot for words. My face started getting red. "Melody.... Are you okay?" he asked placing that smooth wonderful hand on my forehead. I got even redder at the contact and moved back a little. "I'm fine," I mumbled. He sighed before he started to speak. "Melody...About yesterday..." I groan inwardly and slammed my head on the table as memory of my "accident" resurfaces. I whimpered. He sighed and leaned closer. "I'm really sorry for saying what I said yesterday, " he whispered. "Really?" I asked my hair muffling my voice. "Yeah.... I was going to apologize, but...." I looked up at him. "But what?" "Rya came in and I panicked." "You did? " "Yeah. She scares me and the look she had on her face when she came into the lab... It was terrifying. So... I made it look like I didn't care so she wouldn't hurt me." "But u hurt me instead," I grumbled and looked away. "I know.... And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. " I shrugged and kept my gaze away from him. "Can you.... Ever forgive me Melody?"
SHE SHOULD BECAUSE HES ATTRACTIVE To be more serious, I think he's sincere. And she can't exactly keep avoiding him the whole year.
Best story I've seen! Wall meh when updated ^-^ PS. I think he should forgive Lance, It seems like he really means it. PLUS HE IS SOOOOO HOT!!!
I agree with them...he deserves one more chance....one mistake is not worth giving up because of that!
Chapter 8 I turned my head to look at him. He stared at me with eyes that pleaded for my forgiveness. I just stared back emotionless without saying anything. Should I forgive him? Maybe I should.... Or maybe I shouldn't. Is he playing me for a fool? Or is he truly sincere about his apology? Oh God! Why is this so hard? "Mel.... Are you going to continue staring at me like Slender Man?" he asked, obviously worried. "Did Rya threatened you?" I asked with a deadpan tone. "No. She didn't," he said shaking his head. I turned my head away from him and sighed inwardly. "I don't think I should forgive you," I grumbled. He sighed and shook his head before taking my hand in his. I shot up at the contact and stared at him my cheeks turning red. He had a sad look in his eyes and the most cutest sad smile I've ever seen. Oh my God, Jesus Lord, Oh Holy Father of everything that is Good! So.... HOT! "Melody... Please... Please... Please forgive. I really am sorry. I really, truly am," he pleaded with me. How can I ever forgive him.... When he looks so Hot pleading for forgiveness? "Umm... Uh...." I was getting redder. Before I knew it I was grabbing onto Rya's arm and breathing hard from female hormone overdose. "Melody.... Are you okay?" Rya asked holding my hand. I looked at her with helpless eyes. "Help.... Me..." was all I could say, before Pen came over. "Hey Lance, I need some help, " Pen said. "With what?" he asked releasing my hand. "The Physics Lab we got last week." "Sure...." he said, getting up and going to his seat for his book. When he was gone, I passed out on Rya. "Woah!" she exclaimed, holding me up, "Pam get me some water. Mel..." I was panting from hormone overload. Pam gave Rya the water who inturn gave it to me. I wasn't sure my arms were working to take it. "Mel... Sweetie... Are you in there?" Pam asked stroking my forehead concern. I was silent. "Mel, come on," Pam sat beside me touching my shoulder, "say something." "I think.... I died..." was all I could muster. Both of them released their breath in unison. I had no idea they were holding it. Rya made me sit up and hand me the water. I took slow sips to cool my heated face. "What happened Jackson?" Rya asked, once I cooled down enough to reconnect my brain to my mouth. "Lance was apologizing...." I mumbled. "And...." Pam coaxed. I couldn't say it as I groaned and covered my face as I felt it heating up again. Rya took my hands in her own and looked at me. "You lost control of your hormones when he touched you, didn't you?" she stated. I bent my head and nod. She sighed and lift my head with her hands. "Despite what had happened yesterday, you still like him and.... Him apologizing.... Probably threw you off," she said, releasing my hands and smoothing my hair. I shrugged and looked down at my hands. "Once he comes back, he would wanna talk. So... Can you handle that? Or do you want me to handle it?" "I'll handle it," I told her, determine to get it over with. "Are you sure?" "Yes Rya. I am sure." She nodded and turned back to her book. I wonder what she has written in that? "Hey Mel..." Pam moved as Lance came back to sit next to me. I started to blush. Why does he always do this to me? "Um.... Lance...." "Yes Mel..." Oh God! My nickname sounds hot when he says it. "I forgive you....." He sighed in relief. "Thank you Mel," he said smiling as he reached for me. My eyes widened as I scoot back on my chair. As I did that it got caught on a crack in the concrete floor causing it to tip so much, I fell over, hitting the floor with a thud. "Melody!" Rya shouted as she tried to help me up. I was blushing brightly. I fell down... Again! Why am I so clumsy?! I looked up to see Lance looking away. I can plainly see the back of his ears turning red. "Lance..." "I didn't see anything! I swear!" he said quickly, still not looking at me. I grinned before Jack came and placed my chair upright. "There ya go!" he said smiling. "Thank you Jack," I said smiling at him before sitting down. He grinned at me before going back to Thomas. I looked at Lance to see him peeking at me under his fingers. I blushed a little and smiled. He smiled back at me. Oh no. His smile... Its too... Gorgeous! My blushed brightened. He reached forward and tuck a stray, sandy blonde hair behind my ear. "I like your hair," he said, "It's beautiful." I blushed so bright at that I was sure I looked like a tomato. I looked away so he wouldn't see my blush. Then I heard him chuckle. "You look so cute when you blush too," he said smoothly. My heart rate sped up when he said that. I started getting hot. Too hot. Oh no. Am I getting sick? Do I have a fever? Oh God. Before I knew it, he leaned forward and started to whisper. "Melody, I...." The bell rang signaling that our first free period was over. I was glad for the distraction, I got up quickly and bolted out the classroom. My legs didn't get me far, before I collapsed on the steps on my class floor. I was breathing hard. What was he thinking? Was he going to say he likes me? Or... Or... Oh God. My heart hurts. My head hurts. My insides feel like liquid. Oh God. What was Lance Mason thinking?!