TITLE. in the waiting line TIME. july 6; midnight WHERE. a few miles outside of jersey TAKES PLACE AFTER.living in the shadows CHARACTERS. Camilla, Derek ( npced ), Silas, Open WARNINGS. N/A
Why wasn't she breathing? A pair of fingers brushed her wrist, but she slipped through skin, through solid flesh, like a rampant wave against the brim of rocks. She inspected her body that showed no signs of life. Empty. The thought of that word made her feel nauseated. The familiarity in this was uncanning. There was something she called, resembling laying down until she resurfaced back to normal. She thought over that, but told herself it was nonsense. She couldn't possibly be going through this again. An astral projection was something she hadn't done in months. Since she spend time in a cold room staring at four stucco white walls. There was no way she could go through this again. It was a strange feeling, like losing apart of herself, which made sense considering the circumstances that she was literally having an outer body experience.
She couldn't lose another part of herself. Derek had already abandoned her, and that had been her heart. Now she was a freak with no beating organ. She had cried for hours when he left her in some cheap motel with only a couple wads of cash laid out on the bed and a note that had the words 'eat something' scrawled out in bold black letters. She had ripped that paper into pieces and burned it with a match, nearly fried the motel up, too, in the process. She had been so angry with Derek's actions. She was more angry that he ignored her forty-one messages. Overreacting was a solid word to explain what she had been doing. It only had been a week without her better half. To her that week was a trip to lunatic land. She was much more saner, more normal, when Derek had been around.
I will tear you apart for this.
Now wasn't the good time to split up. How could this have been considered a plan? They were being hunted for pete's sake! She could be taken into custody and executed by now, if she couldn't get back in her freaking body. There was no brother to ward off intruders for her. She was helpless, technically dead, sprawled out on the bed. She stared at herself angrily, blaming herself for allowing this to happen again. Why couldn't she suck it up without her brother? She was an adult, and capable of acting like one. Maybe it was because the last time her brother was absent, she was in a mental institution going insane, being picked at from all sides by therapists who thought they could cure her "illness". Get back in your body, Camilla. She rolled her eyes, turning around on one heel, and raised her arms in the air. Eventually, she collapsed onto the bed and back into her body. Camilla gasped from the process - almost forgetting how incredibly intense it was to hop back into your own body. She checked her wrist for a pulse and felt relieved when there had been a throb underneath her index finger.
She was alive. And for now she could reach the phone, and dial up seven digits hoping she wouldn't be answered with a trial of rings. Surprisingly, a voice had picked up on the other line. The familiarity was so comforting, she clung to it desperately, tearing up at the sound of it. "Derek! I loathe you for this. You are making me a irreparable mess right now," she bit out the words. Immaturity was something she tried to contain, but when she was upset she had a habit of lashing out impracticably. "You're blowing this way out of proportion, Camilla. It's safer for you there." She knew that was a lie. It wasn't safe anywhere.
"You're a liar. It's not safe anywhere. You know that. Their after us. All of us."
"Cam, I didn't want to tell you this, but someone has been following me. You're nineteen. They won't suspect you to be anything, but a young and very sick girl." Sick? She could astral project, that didn't mean she suffered a mental illness, despite what doctors lead her to believe.
"Twenty," she commented.
"What?" Of course, he'd been so wrapped up in hunting he forgot her birthday. Which she couldn't blame him. The days seem to mold together and neither one of them bothered to celebrate it anymore.
"My birthday was in January. Cake wasn't involved and you were hung over." Cocktails and whiskey seemed to be Derek's normal routine to end after a long night of patrolling.
"The point is their after me. You'll be safe there, I know you will. I'm ending this call now. They could be tracking it."
"You watch too much action films."
"Goodbye, mei mei." Then there was silence. No sound of a car engine on the other line, or her brother's voice. Empty. And that meant she was alone again.
She hung up the phone angrily against the receiver, and hopped off the bed. Now she had been more paranoid then earlier. Derek was being tracked? What would they do to him if they caught him? She didn't even want to consider what horrible things the government was capable of doing. She grabbed her denim coat, and pulled it over her white gown - caring less that she was still in her pajamas - and grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. She shoved her converse on, not bothering to tie up the loose laces and stormed out of the motel door. It was cold outside, but she enjoyed it considering it was smoldering inside the room and the air condition was broken.
She managed to hitchhike a few miles up the road before she heard the roar of an engine behind her. The road was completely deserted, leading up to a highway that went further up to Jersey. She heard the vehicle slow down which caused goosebumps to raise up on her arms. Why wasn't they going away? She hadn't been wanting any rides from strangers. Camilla was old enough to know this is where horror stories gained their legends.
A car honk caused her to jump, but she continued to move forward, quicker.