The Midnight Game- Chapter Two
So here's the next chapter to my story. I know it's not particularly interesting yet, but I promise it will pick up eventually. :3 Enjoy!
Here's the first chapter:
The Midnight Game
With her party on her mind, the rest of the week felt as though every second was dragging its feet along with Naomi. On Tuesday her birthday arrived and was accompanied with a small celebration by her parents and brother; the real party wasn’t going to happen until Friday. Then finally, after another pop quiz in history, a failed chemistry experiment, a five-page paper in English, and heaps of calculus homework, Friday made its appearance. On Friday, Naomi woke up in the highest of spirits, as though it were her birthday, rather than the Tuesday it had fallen on.
After showering, she took her time choosing her outfit, wanting it to convey her excitement for the day. She settled on her favorite pair of dark jeans, with its perfectly placed tears, and a scoop-necked canary yellow shirt that was cinched on the sides, accentuating her figure. She stared in the mirror, observing the outfit, and decided to style her hair.
Her hair normally fell down to her shoulders untouched, other than some straightening here and there, but today she decided to add subtle curls. After about twenty minutes, she had a head of golden curly locks, and she was satisfied with her work. Naomi took one last glance in her full-body mirror and gave a smile of approval to her appearance before she bounded down the stairs for some breakfast.
“Morning, mom!” said Naomi brightly, as she placed some bread in the toaster.
Her mother was busy scrambling some eggs when she turned her head in surprise at her daughter’s voice. Naomi had never been a morning person, so she gave her daughter a very quizzical look before responding.
“Someone’s up early, and more chipper than usual.” She noticed her daughter’s outfit and hair and continued, “And don’t you look cute today! I always loved the color yellow on you; it brightens your face.”
Naomi reddened slightly, “I know you do, you always tell me that when I wear yellow. Thanks, mom.”
The bread popped out of the toaster, and Naomi had begun spreading jelly on it when she remembered something she wanted to ask her mother. “It’s still alright if Hannah’s boyfriend comes over tonight for the party, right?”
“That’s fine, I trust you won’t let him spend the night. You’re all good kids. And none of you have met him yet, have you? What was his name again? Lee? Lance? Luigi?”
Naomi let out a laugh. Her mother had always been horrible with names. Her longest childhood friend, Carmen, was an example of one such incident. She had told her mother continuously that her friend’s name was Carmen, but when the time came for them to meet, her mother remembered it as Carmel. For an entire night, Naomi’s mother referred to Carmen by that name; Carmen was too polite to correct it, and Naomi was laughing too hard to stop her mother.
After she subdued her laughter, Naomi answered, “It’s Lucas, mom. You’re getting closer with your guesses though.” Naomi snickered, and her mom placed a plate of eggs in front of Naomi.
“Well, that was my next guess,” her mom joked, knowing full well that she would not have guessed the name right.
The two finished up their breakfast as they talked about Naomi’s classes. Calculus was one of the subjects Naomi tried to avoid, but eventually it crawled its way into the discussion.
"So are you still having trouble with calculus?” Her mother questioned, with a concerned look on her face.
Placing a large portion of toast in her mouth, Naomi chewed slowly, putting off her response as long as possible. Her mother graduated high school with grades in the top ten of her class, and Naomi always felt a heavy burden on her shoulders to do well. In most of her classes she managed to pull high grades, but calculus was the exception.
“Yeah, I don’t think I have it down quite yet,” she dismally replied, picking at the rest of her toast.
Her mother gave her a smile, “I only asked out of concern, honey. Don’t get too down on yourself; it’s not an easy class. No one can be talented in every subject, and your grades are high enough to pad it. And besides, today’s your birthday party, so don’t let thoughts of calculus bring you down.” She smiled even bigger at her daughter, hoping to ease her stress about the subject.
Even though Naomi’s mother was an understanding person, Naomi couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t meeting her mother’s expectations. But she tried to shake the feeling, not wanting her mother to know she felt that way. She worked a smile onto her face, and beamed back at her mom. The clock behind her mother’s head read 7:43 AM, and she realized she needed to start walking to school.
She placed her dish in the sink, and went to grab her shoes from the hallway. She chose her favorite pair of gray flats. With her shoes on, her jacket zipped, and her backpack on her back, she went to hug her mother goodbye.
“Thanks for breakfast, I’ll see you tonight,” Naomi called back to her mother, as she stepped out into the brisk fall air.
School was only a five minute walk for Naomi, something she both enjoyed and detested. Today’s walk was a rather pleasant one because Naomi had always enjoyed fall weather the most. Summers were too hot in Indiana, and the winters could get brutal. But the fall weather was perfect, if you didn’t mind the slight chill in the air. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in the atmosphere of fall. It smelled refreshing and pure as the air stung her nose. It calmed her mind and filled her senses with joy. Even though the wind was slightly biting, Naomi felt warm throughout her being, and completely at peace.
She felt something brush her leg, and opened her eyes a moment later at the sound of screeching tires. Turning her head to the left she looked on in horror at the sight of a mangled dark mess of fur splayed across the street. Facing forward as swiftly as possible, she closed her eyes, hoping to black out the scene from her memory. Even though she hadn’t known the animal, she always had a soft spot for any living creature.
As she was struggling against the image, she realized it must have been that creature she felt against her pants. This thought bothered her the most. It was alive just a second ago, and I was the last thing to touch it. All I had to do was reach down to grab it, and maybe I could have saved it. But it was killed. Just like that. A single tear rolled down her cheek before falling to the earth. Crying was not a common habit of Naomi’s, so she wiped her face in surprise.
The bliss she had felt just before the accident was suddenly overtaken by an unimaginable chill that was unrelated to the weather. Her body felt as though it was on ice, and a shiver crawled up her spine, causing her skin to quiver. She felt goose bumps along her arms, and her heartbeat seemed to thump at an unnaturally loud volume. Her breath hitched, and she stopped in her tracks. Then, almost as though her body were connected to a switch, the feeling passed.
Naomi stood there a minute longer, wondering what that sensation she just experienced had been. She realized it was fear - and a fear unlike that of which she had ever felt before in her life. It was so sudden and fleeting, she wondered if she had even felt it at all.
A thought occurred to Naomi that was so sudden it caught her off guard. What if that feeling was caused by the cat? It would make sense that Naomi would feel unpleasant after such an event, so the thought sounded rational. But she hadn’t even registered that the animal was a cat, had she? She continued walking, but her mind was not finished. It wasn’t just any cat either; it was a black cat. Realizing where her subconscious was leading her, she tried to fight the next thought.
She was never a superstitious person, and believed such things were only caused by people who let their imaginations run wild. She especially never believed in black cats being unlucky, because she owned one, and had him for years. Of course things went wrong in her life, but no one was free from unfortunate events. Not to mention, unpleasant accidents happened in her life even before she got the cat. And there was no proof that the animal she saw was a cat, it could have been a small dog or a squirrel. Besides, she had only glanced at it momentarily, and she was too upset to have distinguished what animal it was.
Shaking her head, she hoped to quiet her mind. But despite her efforts, she couldn’t quite suppress the thoughts from surfacing. But it was a black cat, and you know it. And it could have been any other color, but it was as black as midnight, and it crossed your path right before running to its death. Against her will, she began wondering if what she saw really was a cat - and not just a cat, but an omen.
The sound of cars and buses buzzing by awakened Naomi from such gloomy thoughts, and she realized she was at her school. Crossing the street, she made her way to the front entrance of the building. As she was opening the doors, a brief chill overcame her body, just as it had before, and her mind took one final jab at her before she entered the warmth of the building.
It was a black cat and it touched you. It touched you and it died.