Young Writers Society

“Before you say anything, let me explain.” Wyatt's hands raised over his head, gripping his locks.

“Explain? You've had years to and because I'm sick and tired of doing this crap, you've finally came up with some lousy excuse? What is there to explain-where to start? Your obsession over Marie or her obsession over a ship?” His questions compacted over Wyatt's every thought and he didn't know which question to answer first.

“As your best friend, I was always there. I stuck by your side, through the worst times. I gave up my life just so you can get something better than the one you had before.  And look where it got us!”

Stevie shrieked, lifting his arms up. "I'm not sure I can go on this way, I don't even think our friendship means anything to you anymore." Stevie sighed and his eyes fell to his feet, Wyatt could see he was unhappy.

"But..." The words didn't play out his mouth, liked he hoped. Wyatt was hushed and interrupted by Stevie's plead. 

 “I want to go back home,” the words hurled effortlessly out of Stevie's mouth.

Hearing the words "home" didn't sound familiar to Wyatt. He hadn't been home since he left twelve years ago. Wyatt had been on the run with the device for so long, every destination was a trip, but there was no place he stayed for long to call his home. He didn't want Stevie to leave, if he left who would he fall too? Louise? No, she may have kept their secret for some time now, but it's nothing compared to how long Stevie had kept his secret.

Wyatt pleaded with him to stay, but his mind was already made up and Stevie was leaving the next morning.

A loud ring of knocking alarms Wyatt and he doesn't remember anyone knocking on a door when Stevie and Wyatt spoke, but the pitch sound, sounds realer than his memory. His eyes open and the knocking continues.

“Who is it?” Wyatt peaks over the porcelain walls and asks.

“Sir, dinner is almost ready. Please come down, your clothes are sitting at the door.” He wonders who's speaking, he knows it's not one of the three maids from earlier. This person-woman- has a very high pitch voice, like a doll from off a Barbie commercial.

“I will be out,” he lies. He leans back into the back rest and works his memory to the worse part.

The beast from that night couldn't be human, it made too much of a mess for it to be. What drown Wyatt's mind with thoughts and questions he couldn't even answer, was where was everyone? He remembers Marie and Stevie running through the hallways, trying to escape, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Why did they stay?

He remembered a howling wind shrieking in the distance, the icy rush of wind crawling along his skin as he dashed through the halls. There was the sound of branches scraping against a window and angry patters of shoes from all directions. He felt the walls closing in and death whispering his name.

A paw hovered over his head and five claws, outstretched towards him, gashed at his arm. It smelt of murky lake water with a hint of wet dog in the air. He surrendered onto floorboard and yearned for his life. A burning eye glows in the dark, focusing right on him and it groaned. “Give us what we want and we will go away.”

It was like Deja-vu had punched him right in the gut and he hadn't even noticed until now, he's had a run in with that dog more than twice. The dog never killed him, it had spared his life three times and Wyatt didn't know why.

Wyatt pushes himself out the tub and heads for the door. He slightly opens it and looks down to his feet for the clothes that were mentioned earlier. The clothes picked out for him are too big. He can't get a hold on the pants, they droop to his thighs. He's in a see-through blouse with brown suspenders tighten over his shoulder blades, they're somewhat holding the pants up. His golden locks are nearly dry, but it still drips, soaking into the white blouse. A pair of white socks and overly sized underwear.

These are so uncomfortable.

He feels awkward, walking through a house he's never been in. He'd seen this in a movie once, where the new guy gets to stay in a stranger's home and they find out the stranger is a psychopath.

It is one of his many worries, that he feels towards people and he thinks he might have to live that moment. Wyatt gathers all his thoughts and pushes them away, but leaves one question squandering.

Where is my watch?