Note: If you have not yet read "Creeping In The Night", I suggest you do for a better understanding of this story. And just so you know, I'm just going to make the future like how we're living now. No flying cars or teleportation or anything.
He Comes For You
Chapter 1: Reminiscence
Theme: "Mad World" by Gary Jules
September 4, 2015
The sound of her phone buzzing upon the dresser woke Bethany from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing that she was laying on her side in bed, her right arm draped over the side. For several seconds she lay like that, staring at the white wall of her room before wiping the drool off the side of her face and getting out of bed. She gathered up a few clothes and trudged over to her bathroom.
As she entered, she stopped and slowly looked at herself in the mirror. She was a bit frustrated when she saw the that dark circles were starting to form under her crystal blue eyes-evidence of yet another night of staying up late. She quickly rubbed the skin between her eyes before putting the shower on full blast and jumping in.
Bethany relished the feel of the hot water hitting her skin, warming up that which was cold. She turned her back to the shower head and opened her eyes, slowing wetting her light blonde hair and lathering it with shampoo. The whole time she showered, she was a bit out of it, thinking of the day's events that were to happen. She turned off the shower, grabbed a fuzzy green towel from the rack, and stepped out, tying her hair up in a bun. She looked in the mirror, realizing that a few tears were starting to run down her pale cheeks. She wiped them away before trudging to her room.
Sitting on her bed, Bethany ran a comb through her hair as she opened her laptop and checked her e-mail. The baby blue blouse went nice with her eyes, and her jeans had soft material on the inside so they wouldn't cling to tightly to her legs.
One by one, Bethany opened them, skimmed through them, and just as quickly deleted them. By now, she was pretty tired of the pity party e-mails people sent her, claiming they were simple messages of sympathy, their fake words saying that they were praying for her, that they sent their best regards, and to not give up hope. Bethany blew out a sigh of frustration before laying down and hugging one of her pillows. The house was near quiet, with the exception of a few noises from downstairs, indicating that her parents were awake. She'd need to get ready. Her classes would be starting at 7:30. It was 6:45.
The wall looked eerie, as if something was about to burst from it's delicate formation. After a while of sulking, Bethany turned over and looked at the clock. 7:00. Shit, she thought. Swinging her legs over the side, she trudged over and gathered up her purse and books, her hand barely touching the doorknob, when a slight sob from outside stopped her in her tracks. Her heart began to pound more loudly, and she suddenly felt it hard to swallow.
The sob was coming from her mother. She did it last year, too, when this time of year came around. And there was no doubt in her mind that Bethany's father would have a grave expression on his face once she came down for breakfast. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding, a slight yelp following. Very slowly, her hand left the doorknob. Bethany began backing up as she dropped her things and fell onto the bed. This was slightly unusual. Bethany hardly ever missed a day for classes. But today was an exception. Besides, she had attended almost all classes every day for three years. A break once in a while wouldn't make a difference. And her parents didn't really care. On this day, they knew it was just as hard on her as it was on them.
Bethany opened the nightstand next to her bed and rummaged through it, pulling a out a piece of paper that was folded three ways. She opened it, carefully reading each word of the spidery handwriting that marked the page. She bit her lip as she held the letter close to her heart, feeling tears prick the corner of her eyes, as they always did whenever she read this letter.
Today was the third anniversary that She left.
The third year when Bethany experienced her whole world shatter around her all over again, the third year that she would most likely cry herself to sleep, and the third year in which she would desperately reach out to the people of the world, wishing for them to help her. She felt the engravings the pen left, feeling as if She was here again. And Bethany found herself thinking back to the day she disappeared, constantly worrying if she was okay and what was she doing.
Did she know they missed her? Did she know they weren't giving up their search for her? Did she know that they would give up anything for her to come home?
How did it go so wrong? Bethany thought. The pain in her heart suddenly became to much, and she curled over into a fetal position, put her hand over her face, and began bawling.
Mom, Dad, and Bethany,
By this time you read this letter, I will most likely be out of the county, if not the state. I know you're worried and I know you're confused and hurt over why I did this, but I need you all to understand. I need you to understand that I'm doing this because I need answers. I need to find a way to be able to stop this thing before it takes me.
I overheard your conversation. I know that on Saturday, you plan on bringing someone here to take me to one of those facilities that treat people who are suicidal and see things. But I can't let that happen. I can't let them whisk me away knowing that He's still after me, and going there would only give Him more of a chance to get to me. So if you're wondering where I went, I'll let you know: No, I didn't get kidnapped or get lost. I ran away.
I'm going with a friend of mine from school. I'm not giving her name, because you probably already know who it is by now. Before you get ahead of yourselves, no, we don't know where we're going. We're just going to do whatever it takes to get answers. I need answers to know what this thing is, why it's after us, and how I can stop it. And I can't do that back at home.
I want to let you know, I didn't do this to spite you. I didn't do this to hurt you, or to rebel against our household. But it's not safe in town anymore. Hell, it's probably not safe anywhere anymore as long as He's out there. But I'll know I'll be better off on the run and as a sitting duck. Please don't stress yourselves looking for me, I don't like to think about the fact your beating yourselves up over my disappearance. Rejoice, live your lives. But please, don't worry over me. I'm not alone in this battle. I have a friend who can help me. And who knows? Maybe more soon.
Lastly, I just want you three to know that I love you.