Chapter 4

I waited out the lesson we half missed because of the meeting. And math. My math teacher is the last person I want to see right now.For the last 2 lessons, I returned to class. Daria wasn't there. Good. I don't have to deal with her. As I sit away from my friends they don't come to talk to me. I wonder what Daria told them.My brain is foggy. It's hard to think about the lesson. The heart is always at the back of my mind. And when I think of something else it's Daria. How could she ask if I'm an Unexplainable? A monster? Is that how lowly she really thinks of me? The thoughts of a heart in my hands don't really help prove my point.I'm really hungry. I wonder what's for lunch.Something is seriously up with me. I should check it up in the library. Maybe I'll find something there. I can also look up Unexblainables. Then I can prove Daria wrong.I've been so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice that the class ended and a new one started. This is the last one of the day. Of the week. And I don't have basketball practice today.As soon as the bell rings I rush out. The teacher yells at me that he still hasn't dismissed class. I don't care.I get to the cafeteria before a line forms there. We have some sort of dry meat with a wired looking brown sauce next to it. And half cooked potatoes.I devour it. Tasted worse then it looked. I still feel hungry.When I ask the cook for a second portion he looks surprised. He's a large man and has been working here for as long as I can remember. I doubt that he would eat he's own lunches. I get a portion anyway. It disappears just as fast as the first one. The hunger seems to only be growing. When I ask the cook, he doesn't give me a third portion. Frustrated I leave the building.The bus stop is full of people. A Friday evening people are in a hurry home. I lean against a wall. The cold of it can be felt through my trench coat.When I asked the internet why I felt so hungry all the time it said I was stressed. Stressed. I'm not stressed. I have everything under control. Why would I be stressed?I feel a bit sick. I overate. Feeling dizzy, I lean against the wall more. The smell of the people and cars overwhelms me. I should hear the car... But it's all wight noise, a soft buzzing in my head.This is how I felt in the store. I try a few deep breaths. It's hard to breath. I'm slipping away. My control over myself and my thoughts.The feeling of falling into icy waters while burning up spreads through me. All the colours disappear. Every thing that made people distinguishable from each other is cast in a shadow. All that's left is the red orbs.Everyone has one. Some have smaller branches most are contained. That's what makes society function no? We contain ourself. That's what we learn through our life.But there is one who's branches are large. The sway and coil around the person they belong to as if they were angry. Furious.Full of wrath. They looks delicious.I walk to the person. Trying to stop myself is useless. The one thing I always feared is happening. I'm loosing control. But I'm so tired, so desperate, so hungry."Lenna?" Someone speaks to me."Hey. Lenna." Is it Daria?"Are you alright?" I pull myself back. Back to reality. Back to the colours. And away from the red orbs.I look at the person talking. It's not Daria. It's Bridgit. Her face looks a bit shocked at seeing me."What's wrong with your eyes?""My eyes?"Haven't you seen the way your eyes change colour sometimes? They go from blue to purple to pink.I look away from Bridgit. I glance at my phone screen. My eyes are the brightest pink they ever where. The lighting excuse really isn't going to work. I think I'm going to have to start to where sunglasses. In February."I'm just tired you know."That's probably an even worse explanation then the lighting one. Bridgit definitely didn't buy it. She doesn't say anything though. I don't look at her."I heard you had an argument with Daria"Did Daria tell her that? Does Bridgit know she thinks I'm an Unexplainable?"Yeah? Did she say what it was about?""No... But knowing you it was probably something stupid"I almost look at her."Excuse me?!""You and Daria both have personality's that... create conflict with each other. Yet your close friends for almost a decade. I think it's going to take a lot to separate you."I guess she's right. Still this is different."I've also seen you not talk for a week because of pineapple pizza."I chuckle and roll my eyes.Finally I look at her. She wears a knitted hat and vest which are probably from her grandma. Her grandma is very good at knitting probably all that practice. They live in the same house without her parents.Her parents both alive. Either they're unable or just don't want to take care of her. I don't know the details and it never really mattered.It's not like one of those secrets the government, my mom or Daria have. Bridgit doesn't like talking about it. She answers when I ask her. But I let her keep this to herself. She can tell me when she want's to.I wish Daria was like that. Letting me tell her what I feel instead of pushing her self on me. To be honest I wouldn't tell her most of what I feel.The bus comes. A lot of people get of first. Then I and Bridgit and all the people that were waiting for it get in. It's crowded inside. We find a corner to stand in."Promise me you'll get old with Daria."Bridgit says some wired things sometimes."You'll probably have families and what not, but stay together."I smile a bit."What are you trying to distance yourself from me and Daria? You and Zoya are getting old with us. We could go south to the sea and have some houses near the water. Each right next to each other. And we could gossip about whatever old women gossip about"Bridgit looks doubtful but smiles."In this economy? Please will be happy if we don't have to work during our retirement like our history teacher."I think for a bit."We'll rob a bank then.""Daria wouldn't approve."She's right. Daria would report us to the cops ASAP."What she doesn't know won't hurt her."I regret saying that. I complain about people lying and keeping secrets from me yet I joke about doing the same thing."Daria is a human lie detector. She'd know right away."I scoff."She's paranoid"Bridgit frowns a bit."Not really..."Bridgit wouldn't know. She's not the one Daria called an Unexplainable."Daria means well."I've been doubting that. I still nod."I know."Bridget looks at me with her dark blue eyes. Mine are darker. When they're not changing colour."Do you?"Is it that obvious that obvious when I lie? I stay silent."Daria cried when she came back.""What?"My first thought is that Daria would be faking that. To trick me into trusting her. But maybe I'm the paranoid one."Give her a chance to explain herself."I sigh. Daria never gave me a real reason not to trust her. So why don't I? Why do expect people to stab me in the back? It's never really happened to me."Okay"Bridgit smiles. I can't bring myself to do the same."This is my stop."I look out the window. It's one of those parts of town were there are a bunch of old, but well taken for houses. Maybe a small apartment building or 2."Bye""See you on Monday"I'm left alone again. The bus moves and the building begin to rise into larger and larger apartment buildings.I don't feel like going to the library today. This day has been tiering. I just want to go home and rest. Tomorrows the weekend. I can go then.My stop comes. As I step outside the concrete buildings surround me. They were all probably built some 70 or 60 years ago. They all look very similar but distinguishable from one another.I walk to my flat. It's very long with multiple doors but not as tall. I enter and call the elevator. It creeks with rust and age. It has a tendency to stop when people are using it.I go up the stairs. My apartment is still locked. I guess mom is still at work. I'm reminded of the conversation we had yesterday.Maybe mom is worried about Unexplainables to and that's why she feels the need to leave. It could be the money as well.Unlocking the door and entering my house I set my school bag aside. If it is the Unexplainables then I hope she doesn't talk to Daria. I don't know how she'd react if she was told I could be one.A pair of sunglasses on the table catch my eye. When I look in the mirror wearing them I look suspicious.I know I told Bridget that I would here Daria out, but calling be an Unexplainable is ridiculous. No vampire, werewolf or whatever has bit me. And mom certainly isn't one. Why would I be?