Organization Zero- Chapter 5

Chapter 5

          I woke up seven hours later. It was 5:45 in the morning. I had the same dream over and over. It seemed like it was what was going to happen when I got kidnapped. I now believe both dreams are going to happen.

          I got up and took a shower. I had to relax and the cuts on my arms were burning under the water. The burning felt god and I relaxed a little bit. During my shower I wet my hair and it became curly. I brushed my hair a little bit. It stayed curly. Then I got dressed. I ate breakfast with a town around my shoulders. My hair was dripping wet. Then I brushed my teeth and then made lunch. I left the house without anyone knowing that I left.

           I walked to school on my own. I didn't want to be a bother to Chris. I knew what I was doing bothered him a lot. I just really needed to ease the pain that was eating me away inside. Chris wouldn't understand why because he didn't lose his parents. He didn't lose his siblings. He doesn't understand how I feel.

Michael and Nick saw me and walked over.

         "Hey," Nick said.

         "What are you doing walking by yourself," Michael asked me.

         "No reason," I said.

         "There has to be a reason why you are walking alone," Mike said.

         "Well umm ok," I said.

         "Why do you look upset," Nick asked.

         "My family died," I said.

         "I'm sorry," Michael said.

         "It's alright," I said getting a little upset.

         "Are you okay?"

         "Yeah, let's go to school," I said.

          On the way to school Nick was staring at me. He had a worried expression on his face. He asked me a question in his mind.

          'Why are you wearing long sleeves? It's seventy degrees outside," he asked in his mind.

          "Chris will probably tell you," I told him.

          "What are you talking about," Mike asked.

          "Nick asked me a question in his mind," I responded.

          "Yes, I did, but she didn't really answer it," Nick said.

          "Oh," Michael said. We got to the school and we separated.

          "I'll see you later," Nick said. At seven o'clock Chris walked into the school.

          "Hey," he said.

          "…Hi," I said.

          "I'm not mad at you. I'm just disappointed," he said.

          "Okay," I said. A few seconds later his girlfriend came over to him. She was staring at me. She gave Chris a face asking who-is-this with her eyes.

          "Hello," he said.

          "Who is this," she asked.

          "Bridget, this is my little sister," he said.

          "Are you always with her," Bridget asked.

           "We live together," he said. I really don't know what he sees in this girl. She is mad ugly.

           "Do you like her more then me," Bridget asked.

           "Umm…," Chris said.

           "Well?"

           "Yes," Chris admitted. Bridget looked hurt.

           "She isn't even that pretty," Bridget said. That made me mad. Chris raised his hand to hit her. I got in front of her to stop him. He hit me instead by accident.

          "We are over," he yelled at her. I looked scared out of my mind. I decided to take off. On my way out I heard Chris yell my name. I was crying because I was so scared.

           I heard what Chris was saying in his mind.

          'That was an accident. Didn't mean to hit her," he said in his thoughts. I wasn't paying attention to where I was running because I bumped into someone.

           "Oh I'm sorry," I said looking up to see who I bumped into. The person I bumped into was Nick.

            "Oh hi Aimi," Nick said helping me up since I fell on my butt.

            "Hi," I said.

            "What's wrong," he asked.

            "Chris, he broke up with Bridget. He wanted to hit her, but instead I got in the way and he hit me," I told him.

            "Where are you going," he asked.

            "I'm going to my old home because no one will be able to find me. Please don't tell anyone," I asked.

             "I won't tell," he promised. I kissed him and smiled. He blushed after I finished kissing him. I know he likes me.

              "Bye," I said running.

              "Bye," Nick said. I ran to my old house and nothing was moved or touched. I went up for the closet that had the razor blades in it. I went up to my room. I can't stand living with Chris sometimes. He's been really worried about me lately. I know that's because I have been cutting. He yelled at Bridget, but accidentally hit me.

               A few minutes later there was a knock in the door. It was Chris at the door.

               "I've been looking for you," Chris said. I looked up at him.

               "Did Nick tell you where I was," I asked.

               "No, I didn't talk to him," Chris responded.

               "Oh," I responded.

               "I watched you run off. I'm sorry I hit you. It wasn't your fault," he said.

               "You broke up with Bridget because of me," I told him.

                I realized that I left the razor blade out. I pushed it under my bed. I didn't want Chris to see that I was cutting.

               "Alright listen it's not your fault. I wanted to break up with her for a while," Chris told me.

               "Oh?"

               "She was trying to control me. She wanted me to stay away from you. She knew we were hanging out a lot more then normal," Chris said.

               "I know we had been hanging out more," I said.

               "She has been questioning me about you," Chris said.

               "Oh?"

               "Yeah," he said.

               "Chris, I need a few hours alone, Chris, please," I asked him.

               "Okay," he said leaving the house.

               A few minutes after Chris left I heard a knock at the door.

              "Chris, I already told you I wanted to be alone. Go away," I responded to the knock.

              "It's not Chris," said the person at the door. I recognized the voice as Nick.

              "What are you doing here," I asked.

              "Wanted to see my favorite girl," he said smiling. He kissed me on the lips. We started making out. It went on for about two hours. I ended it after the two hours were up.

              "Nick, I have to go," I said.

              "Alright, I'll walk you home," he said. I smiled at Nick and he smiled back. We walked out of my old house.

              "Why did you join the organization," I asked Nick.

              "I joined it because I love defending innocent people," he said.

              "Our organization is not as evil as I thought," I said.

              "Yeah," he responded.

              "Did anyone even really kill anyone when we were at the Stanley Theater," I asked him.

              "No, we were just having Chris attack you," he said.

              "Oh, did you hide to make it look like you were going to kill someone," I asked him.

              "Yes," he said.

              "Oh, well we're here I have to go," I said.

              "Bye, see you later," he said. He kissed me on the lips. He walked away after he kissed me. I went into the house.

              "I'm home," I said. Chris' dad was waiting for me.

              "Where were you," he asked grabbing my wrist and holding it tightly. I winced at the pain.

              "At my old house," I responded. He pulled me by the hair as he dragged me into the room that I was staying in.

              "Why were you at that house," he asked.

              "I needed to be alone," I said. He slapped me across the face.

              "That's not a good answer," he responded. He punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain. He repeated to punch me in the stomach. I blocked my face do it couldn't be punched. I know I'm going to have a few bruises now. I knew I was going to the store before school started. After he left I started crying. I really didn't know something like this would happen.

             "Aimi," Chris said coming into the room.

             "Yes," I asked.

             "I'm sorry for what happened with Bridget," he said.

             "That wasn't your fault," I said.

             "I promise this won't happen again," he said smiling.

             "Thanks," I said. I couldn't smile back at him though like normal.

             "Are you alright," he asked.

             "Yes," I said.

             "What happened," he asked.

             "Your dad hit me," I said.

             "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry," he said.

             "It's okay," I said.

             "No, it's not okay. My dad abused me when I turned ten until I turned sixteen," he told me.

            "I'm sorry," I said.

            "Don't be sorry for me. Be sorry for yourself," he said.

            "Well I'm going to bed," I said.

            "Goodnight," he said and kissed me on the forehead.

            I started dreaming again when I fell asleep.

          "Dad, what did you do," Chris said.

         'Nothing," he said.

         "Then why is Aimi in a coma," Chris asked.

         "Her heart rate is dropping," Chris screamed and ran out to get a doctor to come. The doctor prepared to jump started my heart. My heart rate went down to zero. They jump started my heart and my heart rate went back up. I was glad it didn't drop again after that. I was lucky I was safe.

          The next day Chris came in my room and he felt my head.

          "Wow you're burning up," he told me.

          "Oh," was all I said.

          "You know I'll stay with you," Chris said.

          ''Okay," I said. Chris left the room and came back up with some ginger ale.

          "Chris," I called give minutes later.

          "Yes," he said.

          "Can you come here please," I asked.

          "Okay," he said walking in.

          "I have to tell you about another dream I had," I told him.

           "What was it about," he asked.

           "I was in the hospital and I was in a coma. Your dad was there and you asked him what he did. He said nothing. You asked why was I in a coma then. He said I don't know. Then you screamed my heart rate was dropping. You went to get the doctor. He jump started my heart and my heart rate went back up. I'm scared that this is going to come true," I told Chris.

           "That's scary," Chris said upset. I haven't seen get this upset in a while. I wonder what he's thinking.

           'I don't want this to happen,' he thought.

          "I don't either," I said.

          "I'm sorry the dreams are scary," Chris said.

          "Yes," I said. I was contemplating whether to tell him about the other dream.

          "What are you doing," Chris asked me.

          "I have another dream that I could tell you. I don't think I will be telling you," I said.

          "Why won't you tell me," he asked.

          "It was kind of bad," I said.

          "Please," he asked.

          "No," I said. He left the room.

          An hour later I got out of bed and went downstairs to watch television. Chris came into the living room. He sat on top of me.

          "Tell me or I won't let you up," he said.

          "Alright I'll tell you," I said so he would get off me.

         "Yes!"

         "I turned evil and attacked you," I said. Instead of getting off me he stayed on top of me. He had a shocked look on his face.

        "Are you going to get off," I asked.

         "Nah, you are pretty comfortable," he said.

         "Come on, Chris," I said

         "I'm afraid you are going to attack me," he said.

         "Chris, I'm not evil," I said.

         "Alright I'll get off," he said. I was starting to glare at him.

         "I'm not turning evil. It was a dream," I said.         

         "It could happen," he said.

         "It could, but don't worry about it now," I said.

          I went upstairs with Chris following me.

         "I really want to protect you from my Dad," he said.

         "I'll be okay," I said.

         "Okay," he responded.

         "I'm going to bed okay," I said.

         "Good night," he said.

Author's Note

Ignore some of the grammar problems