Note: I'm not sure about this second half of chapter 1. I feel that there can be more descriptions but I'm not sure where to put them. I think it's boring and then ending could be improved, but my question is, what do you think I should add/take away. I'd love to hear everyone's opinions. Thanks for reading.
Metamorphosis
By Angel of Death
Chapter 1 (con)
I was turning into a zombie. All of the symptoms were there. I couldn't think. It was as if someone turned my brain off and now I was just walking from class to class like a reanimated corpse. Even the teachers noticed my "Night of the Living Dead" state but they didn't seem to care. Instead of looks of concern, I received smirks and tsks as if this was all some big joke. The only good thing about this was that no one called on me to answer any questions and Eric, who kept looking back at me ever so often, didn't dare make a stupid remark. I had Lucas to thank for that.
But my luck ran out when seventh period rolled around. English was the only class Carmen and I shared. I immediately regretted my decision on having my seat assigned next to her, when I entered the room. She was looking at me, her hazel eyes burning with both curiosity and concern. Unfortunately, she was not like Jackie and wouldn't let me off the hook if I told her I was fine. Brushing her long honey-brown hair out of her eyes, she turned ever so slightly, so that her chair was facing mine. I used to think that Mr. Heder's class was boring but Carmen was going to make it a living Hell. She dropped the bomb before I even got to sit down.
"What are you keeping from Lucas?"
I glared at her, not caring how harsh I was anymore. But the fire in my eyes didn't seem to perturb her. She just continued to meet my gaze and for once, I was thankful for Mr. Heder's monotone voice. He was at the front of the room, a vision of perfectly round circles from head to toe. A piece of chalk was in his wrinkly fat hand and he was writing something across the board. Each word squealed in my ears. Carmen, unlike me, actually cared about this class. She turned her eyes to the front of the room, after flashing me a look that meant that this conversation wasn't over. I smiled knowing that Mr. Heder will have concocted one of his long speeches to recite to the class and Carmen would have no choice but to listen to it. He licked his paper thin lips and then started to drone on about something. I couldn't tell you exactly what he was talking about because it all sounded like blah blah blah.
I took my notebook out of my book bag and flipped it open to a blank page. If doodling was a class, I could probably pass it. At first, I started out just drawing the standard three-petaled flowers with the curly stems. They danced across the sheet of paper morphing into an image from a far off memory. A chiseled jaw, shoulder length black hair, and two dark eyes that seemed to have been birthed from the night itself. I grew cold. I had seen this face at Lucas' funeral. It was raining and the fog was just setting in. Out of a handful of faces, his was the only one I could see. He was standing at the far end of the grave site, wearing all black. The dream usually ended with me following him farther and farther into the mist.
This man had only appeared in my dreams one time but there was something about his presence that emitted danger. As if he were a bad omen or a reaper of death. I didn't know this guy from Adam and yet, in my dreams, I followed him willingly. When I was younger, my mother had always told me not to go anywhere with strangers. Some would probably pull the 'lost puppy' or 'I'll give you candy' trick but this one didn't need to speak words or physically do anything to lure me away.
My head started to pound. It was the kind of pain that made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. I pressed my hand to my forehead and pressed hard, hoping to alleviate some of the ache.
Carmen nudged me and then I looked up to find, Mr. Heder hovering over me. His glasses were sliding down his crow nose and his arms were folded over his robust gut.
"Miss Katic, are you not feeling well?" he asked, in the same flat tone he used all the time.
"I'm..." I started but then the door to class flew open. All eyes flashed over to the right of the room to see who was entering. When I saw that it was only Principal Carter, I looked down at the table. She was a nice woman and all but she wasn't necessarily anything anyone would want to ogle at for a long period of time. Her attire always consisted of some bright color. Bright colors and headaches just didn't mix.
"Mr. Heder, I'm sorry for interrupting your class but we have a new student. He had been wandering the halls looking for this class but got lost."
The sound of Mr. Heder walking away settled my nerves just a little.
"He is hot!" Carmen whispered.
It was a shock to hear someone like Carmen say that, seeing as though she really didn't date and was kind of a tomboy, though she didn't dress like it.
"It is fine, Mrs. Carter. We weren't deep into discussion yet but I'm sure he's read Hamlet before. Tell me, young man, what is your name?"
"Alec Lane, sir." a deep, firm voice replied.
"Well, it is nice to have you with us, Mr. Lane. Please, take a seat."
I could hear the annoyance in Mr. Heder's voice. He was indeed not too geeked about our new student, if anything he was probably cursing the boy for his existence. I, on the other hand, felt sorry for this Alec Lane. He was about to get the first taste of one of Mr. Heder's famous (or should I say infamous) speeches. I bet you by the end of this period, he will have wished he stayed where he was.
As the new boy walked past my table, another pang, sharper than the one before, raged inside my head. I let out a low squeal and closed my eyes.
"What's that by your foot?" Carmen asked.
Unwillingly, I looked down at my sneakers, to see a necklace. I reached down and picked it up, the chain felt cold against my skin. Attached to it was a strange symbol that looked like three lightning bolts.
"It's beautiful," Carmen said.
"Um, I believe that's mine," I recognized that voice. It was Alec's. I looked up at him for the first time, only to have my head spin. It was him. The guy from my dreams was standing before me. Those eyes were boring right into mine and for some reason, I felt the urge to do whatever he wanted me to do. My stomach began to growl and bile rose in my throat.
Mr. Heder said something as I ran to the door, but he quieted down once he saw that my hand was pressed to my lips. The bathroom was just down the hall but it seemed like it would take an eternity to reach it as I ran. My legs were morphing into jelly underneath me and the dizziness was getting worse. It was if my brain was riding one of those tea cups at Disney World.
Alec had those same deep eyes that were a cross between midnight blue and black. Though the face seemed boyish up close, it was still identical to the one I remembered. I still couldn't understand what part he played in Lucas' death, though I was positive that we would meet again. We might even become friends. So maybe he wasn't a stranger. Maybe Lucas and I did acquaint him and he was just coming to the funeral to pay his respects but...vomit started to push it's way out. Warm chunks of yellow stuff flowed out of my mouth and into my hand. The bathroom was just a few paces away but I couldn't move. And I didn't think I wanted to. My stomach began to ache, tying into intricate knots that brought me to my knees. The spit-up began to rain all over the linoleum floor.
Everything was beginning to hurt now. It was as if my entire body was on fire. I could hear someone coming down the hallway in a slow pace. They probably didn't care that I was throwing up in the hallway. The pain grew more prominent as the person got closer and closer. I felt faint and a little numb, like someone just shot me with a dose of Novocaine.
Black dots danced across my eyes, getting bigger and bigger and bigger. The person who was walking down the hall stopped in front of me. I struggled to look up, hoping it was someone who could help but it was only Alec Lane. There was a wry smile pasted on his face and as he knelt down beside me, my breath caught or it would have if I had any oxygen left in my body. I couldn't breathe and it felt like someone was wrapping their hands around my neck and squeezing. In my peripheral vision, I could see two arms on either side of me. He was choking me. I tried to push him away but all of my tries were useless. I felt weak, like one would feel if they lost a lot of blood.
His eyes were the last thing I saw before I was completely submerged into a torrent of blackness.
(New para here.) They danced across the sheet of paper morphing into an image from a far off memory. A chiseled jaw, shoulder length black hair, and two dark eyes that seemed to have been birthed from the night itself. I grew cold. I had seen this face at Lucas' funeral. It was raining and the fog was just setting in. Out of a handful of faces, his was the only one I could see. He was standing at the far end of the grave site, wearing all black. The dream usually ended with me following him farther and farther into the mist. 
