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A place in the dark	By : Mcrmylife Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*boring authors note..snore*
The next few might just be filler chapters until the story gets on...it was essential to put these bits and pieces in.
I have changed it slightly because something that was going to happen to Olivia(the sister) happened to my sister and so it changed things a bit. Not that my sister was anything like Olivia but it was a bit too close to home for comfort, so I am delaying that part. Once again I will shuttup now...

Chapter 6

I approached the ‘thing’ with caution, it remained motionless on the path in front of me. At first I thought it was an animal but as I got closer I could clearly see it was a bird. What kind of bird it could possibly be was impossible to guess, all I knew was that it was huge at least the size of a small dog. I circled it apprehensively as if it was going to jump up and peck my eyes out with it’s thick jagged beak. It’s empty glass eyes stared up menacingly at me sending a shiver down my spine. They transfixed me for a moment, those dark beady blackcurrant eyes, almost as if the glimmer of life was trying to flicker back through and blink at me.

“Fuck, get a grip!” I told myself, it was only a bird for fucks sake! I hurriedly searched around for something to move it with as I didn’t really fancy coming back home from work and having to walk past it again. The nearest item on hand happened to be a purple plastic spade that the kid from next door had thrown over the fence a few days earlier. That would have to do, Shoving the spade under it’s body I tried desperately not to gag whilst attempting to shove it to the end of the path. The damn thing wasn’t moving an inch, huge, glossy ebony feathers scattered in the breeze around my feet.

For a moment I glanced up to the window in case Gerard had been watching and was half tempted to go back inside and ask him to help, but I was late already and I didn’t want to put on the ‘poor helpless girl’ routine. I stopped all that when Jake left and there was no way some stupid great dead oversized bird was going to make me go back to how I used to be. Launching the spade in the direction of next door’s garden I threw my bag back over my shoulder and left it all behind.

How I got through that morning at work was, and still is a mystery. Luckily I only had to sit at the back and ‘participate’ by being there, even though my mind was totally elsewhere. I had left some guy who I knew absolutely nothing about, in my house on his own. One worry was what the hell would I be going home to, and my other worry that was strange as the whole experience had been, I had actually enjoyed his company. So far he hadn’t had the same arrogance and self importance that Jake had possessed. I smiled to myself, there was always time, after all weren’t they all the same.

I met up with jaimee at our usual haunt, the student bar where she worked on and off behind the bar. She gave me a smug grin as I approached.

“Well that hangover must be a good one!”

“Shuttup and get me a coffee.” I moaned, throwing my bag aside and finding a corner seat to collapse onto.

“It was a good night, well apart from..you know...”

“A good night, yeah best fucking night of my life.” I snapped, gulping down the coffee in my desperation for a caffeine fix. “ Sorry Jai, I’m not getting at you or anything, it’s just..I didn’t sleep too good last night. I must have only got half an hour if that.”

“So I take it you had the nightmares then.” jaimie waved her hands in a fake spooky kind of way. She was trying not to laugh and I realised how pathetic it must have sounded.

“Yeah you could call it that...too much to drink and you know what it’s like when you’re on your own, your mind plays tricks on you. Anyway, I bet you were looking over your shoulder all the way home.”

“I did wonder wether the cab driver was gonna go all psycho on me.” She giggled.

“Have you ever had those dreams where you can’t wake up...” I blurted out.

“No I can’t say that I have, I mean that’s the whole point of dreams isn’t it, that you wake up?”

“I know but last night it was really difficult, it was like I had to try really hard to wake myself up.”

Jaimie put her hand comfortingly around my shoulder. “That would be the power of the mighty alcohol my dear!”

I sipped at my coffee and thought for a moment, if it would be the right moment to tell her about what else had happened. Not that she would believe any of it, especially the part about Gerard. Jaimie was one of those people who had absolutely no ability to keep something to herself, it wasn’t her fault. I think her mouth was on a faster frequency to her brain and sometimes it meant that she could go blurting out the wrong things to the wrong people and in this case I was thinking of the college students that she was serving all day in the bar.

“Are you ok Ade?” She asked after a while, realising that I had been staring blankly into space for long enough to warrant being asked why.

“What..oh yeah, I was wondering if you were gonna come over tonight?”

“Why, are you scared that the spooks are going to come back looking for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, I just fancied some company that’s all. You don’t have to if you got anything better to do.”

“Course I’ll come over.” She rolled her eyes and pushed a cigarette into my mouth. “Now smoke this and get your butt back to work before that pervy professor guy comes looking for you.”

“Jaimee, he is not pervy! “ I shuddered at the thought of professor Thompson being ‘pervy’, I had been his teaching assistant for a year now and Jaimee never would let up about how she thought he had some kind of ulterior motive when he hired me. I had to admit that he was slightly odd but then weren’t all art professors eccentric? that was one of the things listed in the job description, surely!
Our conversation was cut short by a call from the counter.

“Jaimee, we need you back here it’s getting kinda busy!”

“Sure, running all the way.” She shouted back and stubbed out her cigarette in a nearby pot plant. Waving her hand unenthusiastically she headed back to the spotty faced boy behind the counter who handed her a tray of glasses to take out the back. I turned my attention back to my coffee, and away from the headache that was pounding through my temples like a hammer.

If I could have had match sticks to hold my eyelids open that afternoon it would have been a whole lot easier. Thompson had left me to fill in some review forms and had left me alone in the back study room. The words blurred against the paper and seemed to merge together no matter how much I tried to focus and concentrate. I felt my eyelids flickering and closing when a crackle of sound from the speakers on the computer bought me back suddenly. At first I thought that I had accidently switched on the audio player but the screen was showed nothing. The crackling got louder and more distorted and as I looked over, the the distortion began to change, in the background there were voices, thousands of muttering whispering voices at the same time. Pushing my hand over the speakers, I searched for the switch and pulled back when I realised that they were switched off. If I had the notion to scream it came too late because my head was banged forcefully down onto the desk , my hands felt heavy and paralysed at my sides and I put all my energy into trying to pull my head back against the hands that were pressing against me. The voices were getting louder, surrounding me and the hands moved down over my ears, covering them yet still at the same time the multitude of voices were filtering through, the words twisting until it sounded like they were all calling my name.

While my nose was pressing painfully into the desk I managed to gasp in enough breath to scream.

“Adalie!” the pressure was gone, someone was roughly shaking my shoulder and I looked up to see Thompson .

“I’m sending you home for the rest of the day.”

“No really, I’m ok. I had a bad night and I guess I dozed off..”

“No buts young lady, get yourself home and get an early night. I’ll see you back in class when you’re not so ‘away with the fairies’ “ He took the review sheet from under my chin and stalked away.

By the time I had ambled home I was feeling much more awake. I had bought myself a whole pack of red bull and was quite looking forward to unplugging my phone for the rest of the day and getting some rest. I approached the gate with caution in case ‘demon bird’ as i had named it, was still there decaying. To my relief it had gone, not a feather left in place. I presumed that Gerard had probably moved it, not that I’d asked him too, but it was gone and that was the main thing. When I turned the key in the lock i heard a small thud and as I walked in the heap of mail that had been wedged in the letterbox flew in all directions. Sighing, I scraped it all up in a heap and dropped it down onto the coffee table. At least my house was still in one piece, that was one thing I had been wondering about all day.

I spent that afternoon wearing my most hideous purple cute kitten pjs, watching crappy comedy shows and drinking red bull so that I could stay awake, by six I was in a caffeine induced haze and found myself giggling at the slightest thing. My cosy little interlude was disturbed by a knock at the door, it was too early to be Jaimee so I ignored it and went back to channel flicking. To my annoyance who ever had dared to disturb my caffeine fix was still banging like the door would come down ten minutes later.
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A place in the dark