Chapter Four

Chapter four: Whispers

I was casually walking down the stairs when I nearly collapsed. The world spun 360 degrees and all I could do was just sit on the last wooden stair wondering what in the world just happened.

After the shock wore off, I realised why I had almost fainted.

I hadn't eaten for almost two days.

I somehow crawled through the hallway and reached the kitchen.

With some effort, I managed to take out some pancakes from the refrigerator.

Dad had probably kept them for me.

I climbed on top of the dining table and literally inhaled the pancakes. Without the syrup.

But this wasn't enough! I needed more. The hunger was almost eating me inside.

I rummaged through the fridge and found a frozen pizza.

Just great.

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My belly was full.

I glanced at the small digits on my phone. 8:57 pm.

It was getting darker. I just came back from the diner where we usually met where Madelyn, Kayla and Caleb had been giving me weird stares all the time.

I sighed as I put the keys in the front door lock and it swung open.

Being wholly tired, I didn't feel like going to the beach today.

I did some homework scheduled two days ago and then laid back on my bed staring at the ceiling.

The sleep didn't come... but I caught up with all that was happening with me these three days.

I had almost dozed off when I heard something. It felt like as if the curtains were rustling. But I knew for a fact that my windows were closed.

I tried to listen more carefully. Not rustling. Whispers.

I glanced around the room while rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms.

There was a soft bluish glow surrounding my desk. I stood up and slowly walked towards the desk. The rune stone That was lying on my desk was glowing, it's blue glow eerily lighting up the room. I picked it up and nearly dropped it, because it was ice cold. I examined it as closely as I could without the blue light blinding me and I could almost feel the beach waves lapping on some shore. The whispers had stopped when I had picked up the stone and the glow had almost faded. I suddenly remembered that dagger I had found in the ocean.

I placed the stone gently on the desk and reached for my bag which hung from my chair and took out the long dagger that lay at the very bottom of it.

The blade was different. It was slightly curved, with engraving all over its blade and handle. It wasn't too light or too heavy, it fit nicely in my hand. I touched the smooth blade with my fingers along the curve and it somehow felt good. Soothing.

But then something in my mind clicked.

I held the dagger in one hand as I picked the rune up with another. The rune on the stone seemed somewhat similar.

I looked at the dagger carefully. There! At the very centre of the blade itself was the same exact rune.

Coincidence?

I don't know. But something in my stomach shifted when I looked at the blade.

Then suddenly, something happened in my brain and my hands just moved on their own accord as they glided the stone on the blade along its curve which emitted a 'shwing' sound.

And then it came to me. It was a whetstone. Made especially for this dagger.

But I didn't have enough time to process it, as my vision turned black and blade fell from my hands as I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

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I slowly blinked my eyes as the room blurred back in my vision. What? Where was I? Why was I laying down?I tried to sit up and I realised that I was lying on my plush carpet. I touched my throbbing forehead as I felt something wet on my stomach. On glancing down, I realised that there was a sticky substance all over my stomach.

Getting up slowly, I paled at the thought of me getting hurt. But I wasn't feeling any pain, was I?

I prodded my stomach but it turned out that it didn't hurt to touch my stomach at all. Then what was that sticky liquid?

I rushed to my bathroom and turned the lights on.

It was as if someone had knocked the breath out of me.

There was a huge red stain on my shirt right on my stomach. Huge.

My light grey shirt had a sickly crimson circle of blood. What the heck?

And I had a trickle of blood on the corner of my lips.

I peeled off my clothes and rushed into the shower, wincing as the extremely hot water burned my skin.

After almost half an hour, I was wrapped up in my towel and looking at my reflection on the fogged up mirror.

I looked at the digital clock on a wall and gasped at the time. It was 4:23 in the morning!

And the time I heard the whispers must be around 11.

Which means I had been unconscious for almost 5 hours!

My skin had turned red from the heat of the water.

Then my eyes went to the floor. Where that damned t-shirt lay on the floor.

I cleaned the mirror messily with my hand and touched my bottom lip lightly, wondering if I had somehow wounded my self when I fell unconscious. I must have accidentally bit my lip or something.

Yeah. That's exactly what must have happened.

Putting on a huge T-shirt I crawled into bed and pulled up the comforter till my chin. Why was I fainting so much these days?

I didn't understand anything, but I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.

There was a full ache in my right arm and my thoughts were a mess.

What was happening to me?

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