I went home after telling the guys again that they should let it go.
Funny. I had never seen myself so protective of someone nearly bursting my eye and choking me half to death.
I can't believe Henrietta is dead, it wasn't that we had some big connection between us, but I kind of liked her. She was tall, though not as tall as her brother, blue eyes, long black hair, she was a stunning beauty.
But she was reclusive, not talking, people only admired her from afar. It really surprised me when she came to me first. I remember her slender body, the school uniform too big on her, shadows under her eyes. She just looked unhealthy.
"Can you really see in people's past?" She asked me, finding me while I smoked behind the school alone. It was a year ago, and I was surprised that she had even heard of me. She was a class above me, in her senior year.
"Depends on who you ask." I told her with a smirk, not interested in flipping the coin when I wasn't drunk.
"I am asking you." She took a step closer, and the proximity was too extreme for our first talk, her eyes seemed empty, but her action seemed nearly forceful. Her voice was monotone, but quite frank.
"If you are asking me, then the answer is yes." I nodded, I had to look up at her, she was so damn tall, and there was a tree behind me. In hindsight, it was the same as when meeting her brother, both too tall, making me feel cornered.
"Look into my past." She demanded, her blue eyes dark and hollow.
I normally wouldn't do such services just because someone demanded it, Danny being an exception because I wanted to see him die of embarrassment after being cocky with me. But her desperation was so thick that I felt engulfed by it.
I threw my cigarette on the floor and held my hand up. Before I could explain that I needed to touch her, her fingers had already interlocked with mine, as she looked down on me.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and flipped the coin. The golden woman uncovered her ears and all I heard were screams. From different people, high-pitched ones, deep ones, the ones of children, but overall, they were all blood-churning.
Snapping my eyes back open, her expression was urging me.
"Screams, a hell lot of screams. That was what I heard." I said, tilting my head and observing her.
There was a small smile on her face.
"Yes. Please help me find out more."
And that was our first meeting. I would meet her every few days as she came to my secret smoking place, every time I was at her service. I never asked her what she wanted to know, but slowly, she started to talk herself about it.
She told me that she had problems with her memory, and needed me to fill the holes. But regretfully, I wasn't that much of a help.
Either hearing screams, or seeing blurred pictures of people dying, being squished like ants. I came to the conclusion that there had been an accident, like an earthquake or something, but she never confirmed it.
But the Henrietta, the dull, beautiful girl she had been, wasn't the person I saw through her brother's eyes. I could only see her face and collarbones, her body being covered. However, the sheet didn't hinder me from seeing that her legs were missing, good part of her arms as well.
What on earth had happened to her?
And how on earth did her brother come up with me being the culprit?
When did it even happen? There was nothing on the internet or news, when I came home I searched for it, but there was nothing.
So because of that, even through I had a black eye and handprints all over my neck, and was being queasy as hell, I went to my first day of school.
I zipped up my school uniform after bandaging my neck so that nobody saw that I was injured, and went for sunglasses, getting rid of strange stares along the way.
Taking the bus, I was a long while later there. I had an inkling that we would get information about the murder at school, maybe they pressed the news down because Henrietta had only just graduated from our school, and they wanted to inform the students directly. Or it was because she was only identified not long ago,
When I entered the school, Danny hung immediately on me.
"How are you, man?"
"Fine." I said, as we walked to the classroom together.
"Just to warn you..." Before he could say it, the coin was flipped in my mind without my doing, the golden color showing me the past.
Danny walks into the classroom this morning, sees a dark figure at the end of the class. He can't believe his eyes and walks to the figure in a fit of rage, but is held back by Jordan.
"Let it go, Kenny said we should let it be."
Coming back to the present, I narrowed my eyes and heard Danny talk.
"He is in our class.... The guy who had attacked you yesterday."