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I looked up at the poster. A black and white picture of a mans face took up the entire A-2 page. The man was bald and his skin was chalk white. His eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and insanity, the pupils big and the whites blood shot. His mouth was open, yellow teeth visible as he screamed silently. A strange tug of longing pulled at me. OK, so I knew it was just an actor lathered in makeup but his image combined with the large, black and dripping in blood, words along the bottom “WOULD YOU DARE?” intrigued me. I just needed someone to come to “The manor of Jack” with me…
“HEY! Ooooooh, Jackie’s world of childish shite? Tell me your not thinking of going!” The voice cut through me like a knife and I resisted the urge to shiver with dislike. The girl, Sam, standing next to me had long blonde hair and a smirk on her face. My two friend, Trina and Heidi, stood next to her.
“Actually… I thought it might be fun, I thought we could all go, this weekend...” I replied, looking over to Trina and Heidi.
“Ummm, sorry, I’m busy” Trina stammered, not bothering to elaborate on what she would be busy doing for the entire weekend.
“Sorry, I don’t like scary rides” Heidi stated. At least she was probably being honest.
“I’ll go with you.” Said a voice behind me. The voice was not loud but it made itself heard perfectly, it was smooth and clear, and somehow beautiful. I turned.
Most people would describe the boy standing before me as tall and handsome, with green eyes, dark hair and pale skin, wearing a school shirt and trousers. But to me, Daniel Johnson was much, much more.
Daniel Johnson was tall, but not freakishly so, he was well built and handsome, almost beautiful, unusually so. He had long, untidy, jet black hair that framed a face that looked as though it had never seen the sun. Startling bright green eyes stared out of the middle of his face, framed with thick black lashes. He smiled crookedly, a dimple appearing on the left side of his mouth. He wore the top button of his shirt undone. And he fascinated me.
“Like she’d go with YOU” Once again the harsh voice cut through me and snapped me out of the trance I had been in. I turned unwillingly from Daniel to Sam, who was smirking again. Daniel shrugged, a small, almost undetectable movement and began to walk away. After a few steps he turned.
“ Charlie, the offer still stands if you wish” I nodded quickly, muttering something under my breath, god knows what, and watched as he walked of with a graceful lope.
“What a freak! You wont go, of course” Sam was saying in her a commanding voice not unlike the one she used 24/7. She was laughing. I shook my head.
“No, of course not.
That Saturday, at 1:00 in the afternoon, the sun shining and a pleasant breeze blowing, carrying the scent of toasted chestnuts and lifting my hair out of my eyes, I stood at the gates of Jack’s Manor. Daniel Johnson was standing next to me. I glanced at him as we walked through the gates. I had to keep checking, making sure that he was real.
“Were to first then?” Said the musical voice. I started, he had caught me looking. He grinned, his dimple showing.
“Ummm… “ I stammered. I didn’t’ know, I didn’t know anything!
“The Cage” He declared , I looked at him, he was grinning that grin again. “Come on, It will be fun! Fully aware that the Cage had been rumoured to reduce grown men to tears I nodded numbly, helplessly.
“OK”
“Great!” Daniel exclaimed, a savage twinkle in his eyes. With a swift movement that had my heart beating in my mouth, he took my hand and we ran towards the ride. We clipped ourselves in, sitting side by side, hands entwined. A rumble sounded and I squeezed his cold, unnaturally cold, hand without thinking. The cart moved forward and, pointlessly, as it was pitch black, I closed my eyes tight shut.
I opened my eyes. My head was nagging and my leg was bent underneath me in a weird position, it ached dully and I breathed in and out. I could not see a thing through the pitch blackness and I was freezing. No hand held mine any longer. I sat up. Panicking now. I felt for my bag, looking for my phone. My bag was empty, empty except for a newspaper clipping. “teenage girl missing: suspected kidnapped”. A large black and white photo filled the page. I was smiling in the photo. The date of the clipping was the 5th of September. I counted the days on my hands childishly. 5 days since I had gone to Jacks Manor with Daniel. I wasn’t smiling anymore.
 YouCanNotFindMe · Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 02:04pm · 0 Comments |
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