Can You Hear Me? - A Novel By Becca The Monster (Part 2)

[Becca The Monster]

Can You Hear Me?
By - Becca The Monster


This story is told by the veiw of three different people who you will meet as you read. There is some cussing in this piece, so please be mature.

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Chapter 12 - Ella
I wanted to think of a fun, exciting weekend with my friends. Maybe a summer trip, or a sleepover. But found myself in my room, watching myself read the squeal of one of my favorite books. Using one hand to prop up the book, and petting my dog's head with the other.
Jax, my dog, looked so content to be with me. His cool breath blew on my skin, inhaling my scent with every intake. His ears twisted this way and that, one of his legs draped protectively over me.
I yawned and closed the book, already about half way done. I watched as I rolled over, a smile on my face as my phone screen lit up.
I walked over to memory me, looking over my shoulder I could see the message.
Tayler - Well I'm tired, so I'm going to bed. Night.
I had been so excited to even have him say good night to me. And to be truthful, my heart still fluttered as I read the words.
I wished so badly to be near him, to feel the warmth of his skin, to smell his freshly washed hair, to see the beautiful blue eyes that glimmered in the sunlight, to hear his voice call someone's name, preferably mine. I closed my eyes, imaging our first class we shared everyday together.

I opened my eyes and found, unsurprisingly, that I was in Ms. Kinns' classroom. A dark cloud seemed to hang over the entire class, even Ms.Kinns seemed distressed about something.
I looked over to Tayler, he was looking down, hair covering his face. Strangely, he wasn't listening to his iPod. Odd.
The old T.V. rattled on the counter and a school broadcast started up. A girl by the name of Jenna Sandersons sat in a office chair, a white wall behind her. She had bright red flowing hair that circled around her shoulders, and a green top with black flowered designs printed on it; her green eyes seemed tired, as if she had just finished writing a book report for the past eight hours.
"Hello students," She began, her voice as smooth as honey, "Today we morn the lose of Ella Winter. A honor student that was beloved by many students, staff, and the community for her hard work and loyalty as a friend. We will now have a moment of slience for the deceased." Everyone nodded their heads in agreement as if they knew me personally. I was shocked, most of these students wouldn't give me the time of day if I was still alive. But since I was dead, they thought they were my best friends. But something else was off. They were honoring Ella the dead girl. This wasn't a memory, it was real life! But knowing how weird this world is(For that matter, any of these 3 worlds I now know about.) . Note to self : Ask Cloud about being able to be in present time.

After about 15 seconds later, Jenna started up again, "Thank you. Now some of Ella's closest friends would like to say some words." I looked around the classroom, knowing that if Amanda was anywhere it would probabily be on the news room about to give the students the low down about me.
I watched as 5 of my friends talked about times they hung out with me, and their fondest memories of me. They all left with tears in their eyes. Amanda wasn't one of them. Where is my best friend?? I cried aloud, knowing no one could hear me. But something odd happened, Tayler's head popped up and he looked around as if he heard something. I laughed as his eyes changed from frightened to crouris to bored again in a matter of seconds.

I walked over to him and sat in front of him, right on his desk. "Oh Tayler," I sighed, he picked up his head and looked straight at me, looking for the owner of the voice. "Tayler, can you hear me?" I said, my head being pulled towards him. He couldn't hear me, could he? Cloud told me no one in my memories couldn't hear me, but maybe it was different in real life. I hoped.

Chapter 13 - Tayler
"Tayler, can you hear me?" I heard a voice coo towards me. I heard the voice now three times, each time with familiar tone that I just couldn't place. But when I picked up my head, no one was there.

I shook my head in frustration, "I'm going insane." I whispered to myself. I looked back down to my lap, and pulled out my phone. I hadn't texted or called Emily since Friday. It was now Monday. Never the less, I didn't get any this weekend, kinda retarded. But I expected her to be shaken over the whole death. After all, death didn't usually go well with chicks.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and looked up at Ms. Kinns. She went on about some math stuff, no doubt trying to make everyone forget about the killer. But the more she went on and on about math, the more I found myself thinking of my classmate.

We hadn't been close, she texted me every once in a while (Which was pretty annoying since we never hung out), but other than a class or two together, we didn't really know each other. We hadn't even gone to the same elementary school, or have any of the same friends. The only real connection we had was Quinn's girlfriend was her friend. She was pretty much a loser and no one that I hung out with really liked her. But now that she was dead, I found myself asking about her. What classes did we have with each other? How many classes? How did she act? Who did she talk to? What did she think of algebra? And the big one - How did she die?

Before I knew it, the bell rung to release us from first period. Ms. Kinns mumbled something about a homework assignment, but we all knew she didn't expect it.

I walked into the quiet hallway, couples clung together as if the killer would take away one or the other. Friends, though silent, made protective bubbles around there clique leaders. I snaked my way though the bunched up teens, finally making my way towards shop.

Once in shop, I raced to my locker and grabbed my cross bow. I figured that if I was concentrated on something long enough, that my Ella questions would slip away.

"I don't think so Tayler," Mr. Rumpis came up behind me, "We're not working on the projects today. We're watching a movie." His eyes had dark marks under them, as if he hadn't had much sleep.

"What?" I was out raged, I wanted this class to build, not watch movies! "Why? What's the point?"

"Some students are a little... Shaken over the loss of another student. I don't think it's safe to have them work power tools." He choose his words carefully, not wanting to pluck a bad cord.

My mouth went into a thin line, "Fine." I stomped off and sat on one of the tables near by the portable T.V., waiting for Mr. Rumpis to turn on the outdated piece of crap.

It didn't make any [censored] sense! Barley anyone in this class knew her, yet here came in my classmates with tears in their eyes for their "friend". Some shaking from crying for so long. But no one knew her, I didn't know her really. But who were they to say that they were friends with her? She was a loser most of the time. Sometimes she would do something really cool and gain popularity for a few days. But other than that, she was invisible.

Finally the bell went off and class begun. Mr. Rumpis popped in the movie and went to his desk. The movie was dumb, just some Disney crap that he had recorded off his TV from home. Even had the commercials that some kid in the front had to fast-forwarded though.

Eventually the bell rang and we began mindlessly walking to our next classes. Just zombies too shocked to do anything but habits. I arrived in Ms. Zembeni's class, her usual evil grin mocking us as we walked in.

She began class as she always did, her old voice striking fear into the already frightened students. It was odious that she wasn't effected by the recent death. I tried zoning her out as she began telling us the flaws on our tests. She used words like discrasful, vomit-incising, incompetent, unsuitable, etc. to explain how badly we did. She was pure evil. Little by little, she started the level of hell she had planned for us today. I continued to attempt to ignore her, more effectively now. I had her almost completely tuned out, only a few words slipped though the cracks.

"Tayler? Tayler? Tayler!" A voice screamed at me and a large textbook slammed against my desk. My attention snapped back to focus, sadly I looked up to see the entire class staring at me, Ms. Zembeni included. "What's the answer?"

"The.. The answer..." I stuttered, I began looking around the room at students looking for help. But it looked as if I was fresh out of luck, no one could even offer me a clue. "The answer is..."

"The answer is the Cherokee." A soft voice cooed to me.

"The answer is the Cherokee." I copied, with a smile that faked confidence.

Ms. Zembeni's jaw dropped, shock spread across her face, "That's... That's right." For a second she had become the prey, and I was the hunter. But that second seemed ever too short, as her evil grin returned and she started the lesson again.

But that was odd. The voice had no owner that I could see of, and no one else seemed to hear it. It was so familiar, yet so distant. Note to self - See a therapist.


Chapter 14 - Amanda
I lay awake in my bed. Scarcely eating, hardly drinking, and surprisingly breathing. I had begun crying at about 9AM, didn't stop till about noon when all the water in my body seemed to be gone.

I wanted to die, I wanted to go be with my bestfriend. She was more then my bestfriend she was my sister. More than my sister, she was my other half. What I didn't have, she made up for, and visa versa. I just needed to be with her.

"Amanda?" My mom poked her head into my door, she voice soft and calm, soothing like when I was little. "Quinn is here to visit you. Should I let him in?"

I picked up my head, trying to register something other than sadness. Quinn. My boyfriend. The love of my life. My soul mate. The man who called me pretty. He wanted to see me, but did I really want him to see me? I was covered in dried tears, my mind was a construction zone, I had no make-up and was still in my pajamas. I really didn't want him to try to confer me.

"Thanks Ms. C," Quinn's deep voice popped up from behind my mother, "Here." I heard the rustling of plastic.

"Oh Quinn!" My mom sighed happily, "Thank you. Go on ahead." She opened the door, revealing in her hand a deep red rose. And next to her, stood Quinn. My Quinn.

He wore a blue shirt that stretched over his muscular upper body, jeans that hung loosely from his hips. In one hand dangled a plastic bag, and in the other a bouquet of deep, dark red roses. His gleaming white teeth were being covered by his lips that I was so familiar with. His blue eyes clouded with concern that only a lover could give to another. "I thought you could use a little bit of company." He tilted his head.

"Thanks." To say words seemed strange to me, a taboo that just didn't happen anymore. But here I was, sitting in a tank top and a pair of baggy bottoms, speaking. Not to just anyone, but to Quinn.

I scooted to the side and tapped the bed space next to me, gesturing for him to come sit next to me. He started towards my bed, only pausing to take off his shoes before climbing on top of the conferrer. "What's in the bag?" I chocked out.

He chucked at the sound of my voice, though quickly stopping when he saw that I wasn't in the mood. "Just some things for you." He handed me the bouquet, then began going though the bag to fish out the items. "First of all," He pulled out a small carton, "Ice cream, rocky road. Your favorite." He then began pulling out other objects one, "Second, a jug of chocolate milk, because I know how much you love it. Third, a little surprise for you." He pressed a cold metal into my hand that he forced closed.

I opened my hand to reveal a small, gold heart pendant with little letters carved into it. Squinting, the letters began making words, 'Bestfriends - 2002'. I gasped looking to Quinn, "I know," He cooed to me, "The year you and Ella met." Tears began to fill my eyes. I fumbled, trying to open the locket, but Quinn had to open it because of my hands shaking so badly. Inside was a picture of the Ella and I, covered in brilliant sun light.

"Oh Quinn!" I said between tears, "It's so beautiful, thank you."

He took the necklace from me and put it around my neck, "You two were best of friends you deserved it." I leaned in close to him, one hand warming the cool metal and the other in his hand. His free arm wrapped around me in a proactive embrace as I silently cried into his chest.

We stayed like that until his mom called saying it was time to go. He carefully slid out from under me, trying to not to move me. He left with the exchanging of usually short "I love you's".

After he was gone, I just sat alone in my bed. In the same position as we had been for the previous hours. My side became cold, I stuffed a blanket there as an attempt to warm me. It kind of worked.

But I realized something. For the first time in two days, my entire focus wasn't on Ella. That scared me a lot.


Chapter 15 - Ella
I continued to follow Tayler around the school, every once in a while testing to see if he could still hear me. He always could.

We walked towards Tayler's last class, just lame old science. He sat at a table near the back with a group of other popular kids, though they were all almost silent. I sat on the edge of a table, letting my legs dangle over the edge.

Some teacher that I didn't know started the class. I really didn't pay much attention to her, just that she was wearing way too much black. She odiously was effected by my death, lucky her that she wasn't the dead one.

About half way into the class, Tayler asked to go to the restroom (the highlight of the class). She released him and I followed, not thinking much of it.

We walked in and he went to his filth-covered urial. I (Not wanting to see my first [censored] in a bathroom) began inspecting myself in the mirror that was on the opposite wall of his pee station. No one else stood in the bathroom with us, luckily because it would have been cramped.

I was today in a red t-shirt with some jeans on. My normal make-up was on my face as well as the normal teenage cluster of zits. I looked like I should be in class, not in the boys' bathroom. I felt like one of the school whores, the ones that go into the bathroom with a guy and gives him a blow job for a pack of cigarettes. But of corse I wasn't giving anyone a blow job, or really for that matter, looking to see a [censored].

"Hey chick, you might wanna get out of here." I heard a voice say behind me. I looked around to see Tayler looking in a bit of distorted metal to the mirror.

"Who you talking to?" I asked, wondering who he was talking to. No one had walked in, we were still the only people who were even in here . I turned around to face him, try to watch where his eyes were moving to. But they were still fixed on the reflective metal.

"You, with the red shirt. Might wanna scram, I don't any money or cigs so you can forget it. If you want to, we can make arrangements for tomorrow." He said, a glistening smile appearing on his face, and a wink found itself in his eye.

I looked around, I was the only one in the bathroom. I was the only one wearing a red shirt. He must have been talking to me, and as much as that wink and smile took my breath away, something didn't make sense. He could see me. He would see me though that distorted piece of metal.