This is pretty much a draft, like anything I write, specifically 'cause I just wrote this afternoon. So if you find anything awkward or funky in some parts, please say so. :)
This starts off from the part where Kat' finds herself with a whacky cut on her right thumb. From that point, I sprouted new ideas which resulted in the short search for her friend. Trust me, drama and excitement is sure to come soon! It's not much, but I hope you guys like it and comments would be much loved. <3
All characters and ideas © Samantha S.
It was a “K” all right. A very fancy one, no doubt. And at first I thought my imagination was finally getting payback on all the times I neglected it for studies. I laughed nervously despite myself. This had to be the lack of sleep from driving!
For a moment, it continued to drip and bleed, leaving drops on the grass and tiles, but then it suddenly stopped. It now had become a dry blotch of red, although the K seemed to shine through it all. Definitely a lack of sleep, I thought to myself desperately.
I looked at the rose that had caused me these bizarre results in disdain. My left hand was unscathed, I noticed. For some reason the flower decided to only prick my right thumb. Good thinking, flower.
“I can’t believe I’m believing this crap!” I muttered to myself. The swearing was the result of many years with Jane.
And as if the thought of Jane was the call of my salvation, she was all of a sudden there. I didn’t know it at that moment, but in a few seconds that exact person startled me.
“BOO!”
I whirled around, nearly screaming, only to see Jane clutching her flashlight in one hand and holding her stomach in the other, in total laughter. Her cheeks were rosy, as if the thrill of my expression was too much to bear.
At first my all I noticed was my fast heartbeat, as I just stared at Jane. Then I grabbed my friend by the shoulders and shook her slightly. “Where were you this whole time, Jan’?! I was worried!”
But she continued to laugh. When she attempted to speak, her voice was breathless, as if the laughing had taken all her strength. Catching her breathe, Jane put a hand on my shoulder and said with a sudden serious face that bewildered me: “ A ghost had possessed me last night, Kat’.”
“…What?!” I half believed her, my brow furrowed.
Jane simply stared at me blankly. Then she bursted out laughing again. “I can’t believe you took me seriously!” she said, pointing at me teasingly through a grin that would not seem to wear off.
“ I didn’t believe you!” I sputtered. But my cheeks grew pink even so.
“Look, Kat’—you just read too many spook novels! I’ve been telling you to take a break on those.” She leaned her left arm across my shoulder in a playful way.
“So where have you been this whole time, then?” I turned to my friend beside me.
“Me? Here. At the manor. Though I did stop at the van to check on you last night. You forgot to lock, by the way.” Jane smirked knowingly.
“But… when I woke up this morning, it was locked.”
“Then you must have locked it after I left again, Kat’.”
I stared at the ceramic tile for a moment, its pattern suddenly very busy, muttering to myself: “I didn’t lock it. I know I didn’t.”
“Maybe it was someone else.” Jane suddenly spoke.
“Who?” I looked at her increadiously.
Jane looked at me with an odd expression, but then suddenly she smiled and said: “Nobody, silly. You locked it, ‘probably just had been half-sleeping when you did.”
I still didn’t feel like dropping it. But there was nothing else I could do. “Let’s get out of here, Jan’. I don’t like this place.”
“Aaaw. Why not? Already chickening out, eh? Sure, most of the doors are locked, but some places have awesome views. “
“I’m not chickening out, Jan’. I just don’t like it.”
“Why?” She inquired.
I showed her my right thumb. “Because who can when the place grows flowers that do this to your fingers!”
My friend took hold of my thumb for a better, close up inspecion. “Ooh. That’s some fancy cut,” she smirked, then her eyes widened in fascination – “ Cool! It has a “K” on it! …How’d you do that?”
“I didn’t, obviously! That’s what creeps me out.”
“Sure.”
“I’m serious!”
“Fine. But I still ‘am going to show you the place, of what I could find or get into, anyway. Then we’ll go. Deal?”
Jane held out her right hand in a attempt for a hand shake. I drew mine despite the sillyness of it. “Fine.” I said. “As long as we stay together from here on out.”
She looked at me as if I was crazy. “Of course, silly! We’re like a pencil and the eraser, inseperable. You’re the pencil, who makes things interesting with your imagination, and I’m the eraser who takes out the bad stuff.”
I laughed at her description. “You got that right.”
“OK. Lead the way, Jan’.”
“Right this way, madam.”
