User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Recollection of the Mind: Chapter Three

Nightmares serve as a statement of our weakness. Our deepest worries, or most horrifying ideas manifest and we are lost in our own head. With another sleepless night in the books James awoke well before his alarm. Darrion was watching him.

"Restless night huh?" His fingers were clasped together, the trickle of his eyes lit up in the darkness of the room. James hated the idea of sharing this room with someone as deranged and detached as Darrion Prescott. His tall, lean form almost bent forward from the bed in the shape of a figure similar in complexion to that of Slender Man.

James nodded, impassively before sitting up and getting out of bed. He walked to the grimy window and looked out into the night sky. The clear night sky was always a spectacle and he was often sternly reminded of how small, and insignificant his very existence was. Thoughts of his father, a wonderful man removed from this earth far too soon. The days they spent with each other prior to the robbery that saw his final day as nothing more than the brass bullet entering his body and blood stained on the snow covered brimstone. He wasn't even forty years old. A young man gone before his better days.

"Are you thinking about daddy?" The tone in Darrion's voice, intruding on the golden memories of his younger days, stabbed through them like a knife through wilted paper. "Wish he was here to take you home where you got pancakes for breakfast every morning? 'Good job son, I love you' and then he gives you some kiss on your forehead."

"What's your deal?" James turned, finding new courage to stand up to the imposing stature of Darrion.

Darrion didn't seem troubled, or even shocked. He kept that firm assured little evil grin that he had. His eyes were like sharpened daggers, cutting through his skin. James regretted uttering the words. As Darrion slowly stood to his feet and extended himself to his full size, standing at nearly over a foot taller than that of James, he looked down on him. James turned pale, his stomach growled and he could feel himself wanting to cry, or shit. Darrion was different than anybody else at this school. He wasn't angry, his eyes contained no rage within them. Instead it was.... Amusement. His smile widened to reveal a set of sharp, serrated teeth. Eyes showed a level of amusement that only went to unsettling James further.

"Do you really want to know?"

James didn't answer. A lump had built up in his throat and his mouth was bone dry. No words could formulate, no thoughts of dissuading this from continuing. All he could do was allow Darrion to continue on.

"Personally I like watching you, watching your pain and how you cope." Darrion explained. "You're lost. I'm just trying to send you on the right path. Be your guiding influence."

James didn't know how to take this in. Darrion belittled him, and manipulated him to fight some other kid and now he claims he was doing it with the intent of taking up the maternal mantel that has been usurped since his father had a met a grisly end.

"Now, I hear you and that cheerleader got a lunch date tomorrow." Darrion grinned. How did he know that?. "So you need your beauty sleep, sport."

6 hours later
James felt it. Y'know? That feeling of being followed, like every path you take has a pursuer following loosely behind you and with each step that predator grows closer. The fact that Darrion knew of his date only sent his uneasiness to the next level. He skipped lunch and sent Hayley a text that he wasn't feeling well, which was more or less true given the circumstances. Instead he slipped into the empty Chemistry room and was waiting for his next class. As much as he hated Chemistry he had hoped that whoever was trailing him, whether it be Darrion or someone else, would lose interest and be off.

TO BE CONTINUED!