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Chapter 3 (v.1) - Chapter Three: Whisper

Submitted: October 27, 2013

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Submitted: October 27, 2013



Chapter Three: Whisper

All I could think about at home was that myth Jason and his friends told me. Was it true or were they making it up, just for a scare? I tried to drift my mind back to my homework. First day of school, already have an essay due in a week. This is lame.

My mind, once again, switched subjects to getting friends. How am I suppose to make friends, when I'm probably known as, Trailer Trash. I can't blame them. If I was popular, or at least normal, I wouldn't want to befriend me. I mean... look at me. My hair is wavy hazel. My eyes are an ugly shade of green. I'm autistic. I don't even have a friend. You could probably say all my friends are fictional characters in books. Go ahead, laugh about it. It's not going to effect me.

Oh and that dumb blonde. She such a hussy. I actually thought we could probably be friends. NOPE! Out of mind, out of sight.. Well, except she sits next to me in almost all my classes, so just out of mind. One of the reasons I'm not friends with popular teens is that I have to impress them and talk all nonchalant like I belong here. I don't. I don't belong anywhere.

My mother walked in as I was thinking to myself on my bed. "What are you thinking about," she asked taking a seat next to me.

"School sucked. They basically called me Trailer Trash, and on top of that. I still have no friends. Maybe some acquaintances, but that's all," I confined.

"Oh, baby. It's going to get better, I know it. Just give it some time," she said as she smiled and kissed my forehead," get some sleep okay. Tomorrow will be just as better."

"I hope so," I whispered up and pulled my covers back.

As I lay in bed I about what I say yesterday night. The name Felina Sasuelia written on the bark flashed through my mind. I had seen that name on that tree. Then it disappeared. Was she near me? Was she next to me? Maybe she was, I felt something bad, or maybe I felt something by me. I remember feeling goosebumps. The sky suddenly growing dark. Maybe she was trying to communicate with me. I shook my head in disbelief. No. I'm not going to think that way. It's impossible for a person who is possibly dead or has gone missing for a year or two. I shook off the thought before drifting into a deep sleep.


Julie......... Julie....... Come to us....... We need you.....


I puffed a breath and let out a small shriek. I heard something. It was like breathy, airy voice talking to me. I couldn't really comprehend it. I looked around my room. I saw no one. I pulled my covers to my chest, breathing deeply. Maybe it was just a dream that I felt was real... I softened my pillow and laid my head into it. Letting myself relax, back into a sleep.


Come to us..... Your almost there......





I woke up shivering. It was freezing. I opened my eyes, I was outside. In the middle of the forest. How did I get here? I panicked as I got up quickly in search of my house. I powered walked to  it as I swung open the door. My mother stood in the kitchen glaring at me. I wobbled into the house. My knees suddenly collasping I fell onto the floor, knocked unconscious.

I woke up, this time, in my bed with a bunch of covers over me. My mother had her hand on my forehead. I wiggled my head making her slide her hand off of me.

"Are you okay," she whispered.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Did you sleep outside," she question mother like.

"Yeah, I wanted to see if I could survive outside with no blanket like Bear Grylls," I lied, worrying that if I told her I didn't know how I ended outside, that she would think I was lying anyways.

"That's not safe. Don't you ever do that again. You scared me to death. Just walking in and collapsing in on me your brothers thought you were dead, for gods sake!"




Three weeks passed since the incident. My mother kept a closer eye on me than usual. She finally going to let me go back to school this week. All because the doctor said my temperature was too low and that I needed to raise it.




First period, the easiest class out of them all. My teacher greeted me back. Everyone asked me why I wasn't at school for three weeks. I didn't tell them. I was just quite.

"What's wrong? Baby, getting bullied and don't want to show up at school no more," Princess laughed.

I didn't pay any attention to what she said. I went on with reading my book. I slid my hand over my forehead pushing the hair that had fallen on my face back. The room went quite all of  a sudden. Like someone said something nasty or wrong.


Julie....... Your special..... Act like it......


"What?" I said loudly.

Everyone turned towards me. I blushed and put my head down.

Julie.... Your..... Special.... Come to us...

Julie.... Your.... Special..... Come to us...

Julie.... Your.... Special..... Come to us....

Julie.... Your.... Special..... Come to us....


I covered my ears and screamed,"Stop. What do you want?!"

Everyone looked at me shocked. I got up and ran out the room. I panted hard as I ran to the bathroom with my hands still curved over my ears. No, no, no, what's happening, I thought to myself. I pushed the door opening to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror. My face was pink. I put my hands on both sides of the sink and looked into the sink. What is happening? Is this my concious talking to me or what? I turned the water on, cupping my hands and splashing the water on my face, then drying it with a paper towelette.

Breathing, steadily, I walked back to the classroom.

As I open the door, once again, all eyes turned towards me. I gulped slowly walking to my seat. My teacher slowly put his hand gingerly on my desk,"Would you like to talk to me, outside?"

I nodded vacuously as I followed him into the hallway filled with lockers.

"Are you okay, you seem little pale," he whispered.

"I just needed to think, I've had a lot on plate these past weeks. It kinda overcame me," I lied shyly.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here before and after school. It can be good to talk to someone about your feelings, especially if you are autistic."

"How do you know tha-,"

"I read all my student files. It said you are autistic. I understand. I was once like you, but soon your going to grow out of the little shell your in," he said trying to encourage me.

"I don't think so." I said letting a tear fall form my face then wiping it off as I head back in the classroom.



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