• CHAPTER 2

    Steppng into the party, I scanned the room for Vince. He was bound to be right next to Jessica, his arm around her waist or holding her drink for her while she flirted with some other boy while he pretended not to notice. Either he was pretending, or he was stupider then I thought he was, and he didn’t realize that his little sweetie pie was a big fat whore. I honestly didn’t know why he liked her. Maybe because she was easy? Beautiful? I guess I would never know what it felt like to have him think of me as beautiful.

    Not that I cared.

    Anyways, a good looking boy caught my eye from across the room. He had a nice colored blonde hair which was stylishly disarrayed. He smiled right at me. Well, might as well mingle. I walked over to where the boy was standing and didn’t make eye contact. Although I could fake the appearance of confidence, it only went so far. On the walk over I’d notived he had very pretty green eyes. Not nearly as pretty as Vince’s, though, I thought. Then I shook my head sharply. I shouldn’t be comparing this stranger to my best friend.

    “You want a drink, baby?” the boy asked. I side glanced at him, taking in his handsome face, and gave him a smile, nodding gratefully. He winked at me and walked off to get me some of whatever drink they were serving at this lame party. The music was just loud and screamo. Myself, I liked any kind of music I could move my feet to.

    I sighed, leaning against the wall behind me and closing my eyes. The music faded until it was just a quiet pulsing in my ears. My thoughts slowed down until I couldn’t think straight and I started to panic. The vision of my eyelids turned a blinding white and I held my breath, waiting for this moment of terror to fade. Finally it did and I drew in a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed. They were coming more often.

    Suddenly I was being gripped around the waist by two strong, male hands and being hoisted into the air and thrown over a mans shoulder, fire man style. I was still disoriented from my… episode… and just hung there, my face next to his perfectly sculpted a**.

    “Let me down, jackass” I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. There were people cheering and whooping from around the room, and that didn’t help clear my head. Everything had a goldish light coming out of it and everything was blurring slightly. The guy was walking off towards one of the bedrooms, and some part of me was thinking that there was only one reason a guy would forcefully bring a girl to a bedroom, but I couldn’t bring myself to panic. I felt safe, still, and that could mean only one thing.

    Vince was the one carrying me.

    I relaxed into him and was half conscious. The next thing I knew I was being placed on the bed, and heard the slam of the door as if heard from a distance. I shut my eyes, tired of everything looking strangely out of place and sometimes just… not… there.

    I felt the bed indent as Vince sat down and then he was taking me into his arms so that I lay across his lap. I was shivering violently, but I was no where near cold. I felt Vince’s hand come up to my cheek and I opened my eyes, trying to see his face. It wasn’t there. I was beyond panicking, so I closed my eyes again and tried to see with my other sense.

    “Cindy? Cindy, baby, c’mon, talk” Vince murmered. A tear rolled down my cheek and the shivering slowed, then stopped. I slowly let my eyes fall open to find that, gratefully, the room was back to normal. Most importantly, I could see Vince again. I let out a sob and reached up to hold on to his neck, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me very tight but I didn’t care. He wasn’t hurting me.

    “What has been going on?” Vince asked as I sobbed loudly. I was so scared. These episodes have been coming more often and it had never done this! What was happening to me!

    “I-I-I” I couldn’t get it out so I took a deep breath and calmed down. I was sure my make up was running down my face and making me look like some creepy phyco from a scary movie, but I didn’t care. “I’ve been… having these… episodes…” I began, and told him everything that had been happening in the last month.

    It had started out with one every so often, and now they came once, twice, three times a day. He sat and listened to me silently, taking it all in, and when I was done he spoke.

    “I thought something weird was going on with you” he began. “Sometimes you would stop shimmering like the rest of us do, but I thought I was imagining it,” he said. I couldn’t see his face because I was still clutching at him for safety, but I wish I could see his face.

    “Look, Cindy, we have to take you to a specialist I know,” he said quietly. I scrunched my eyes closed. This was why I hadn’t told anyone. They would all insist that something was wrong with me. But now that I had told Vince, I realized that there was something wrong with me. I sighed, squeezing him harder, and I felt him tense a little.

    “Ah… Cindy…” he mumbled, but then he stopped, and then squeezed me against him tighter. I was sitting with my legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him, but I knew I shouldn’t be feeling the way I did when I did this. I wanted so bad just to lean my head back and kiss him right now, in the position we were in. I wanted him to kiss me back and hold me as tightly as he could, to bind me with him. But this would never happen.

    I felt something and wondered when Vince had gotten such a large cell phone. The one I thought he had was very sleek and never even bludged out of his pocket…

    Oh.

    He suddenly let go of me and pulled me away from him so we were both just sitting on the bed. He was staring at the bed, his cheeks burning bright red. I’m sure my cheeks were red too.

    “So, um, I’m gonna go home now…” I trailed off, keeping my eyes on the bed spread. He nodded and kissed me on the cheek goodbye like he always did, but this time it felt different. When I got outside the party I held my hand to my cheek and looked up into the stars, wondering how my head had gotten so messed up.