Chapter 4: Burnt by the sunlight

I wonder why The Walking Dead producers haven't hired me yet. I looked like a goddamn zombie, walking around aimlessly in the halls of the high school. Honestly, I'd put the make-up artist out of his / her job.

My hair, wasn't being too good to me. The stubborn baby hairs stuck out everywhere, from all different places possible on my head. It was frizzy. My hair in general, looked like shit. Luckily, the beanie I wore had covered up a little bit of the baby hairs, but that was all it could do.

My outfit choice wasn't that great either. I wore a pair of leggings, and a jumper that said "New York City" on it, with a beanie and black Vans.

Basically, I didn't give a damn today. I was tired. And I decided that I was having an all-black-day. Everything I wore was black, even the dark circles under my eyes were close to black as well.

"Well you look like shit," Chelsea chuckled.

"Hello to you too," I stuck my tongue out at her.

Without even knowing, we'd reached mine and Chelsea's locker, since our lockers were side by side.

"Why do you look like you've came out of Zombieland?" Chelsea asked, popping her head out from behind her locker door to look at me, her eyebrow raised.

"I had a sleepless night," I shrugged and as if on cue, I let out a yawn.

"I can tell," she teased and returned to taking out her books.

My arms felt weak, as if they were about to fall off any minute. I suddenly found myself grasping for air a little faster than usual, and my breath felt hot on my lips as I breathed out. My eyelids started to fall shut, before I snapped them open again.

Lazily, I reached my palm up to put against my forehead, and immediately felt like retracting it. I couldn't however, because my body was so weak I was sure I'd fall to the ground any minute.

"Are you okay? You seem a little pale," Chelsea said, concerned.

"I don't know," I croaked out, even talking felt like a chore.

"Here," she placed the back of her palm onto my forehead, before she hissed and retracted her hand. A little dramatic if you ask me.

"You're burning up, Lyss," she said concerned.

"Ugh, I'm so tired. I really wanna... wanna-" I trailed off, words too hard for me to speak.

"You should go home."

My surroundings suddenly became extremely cold, despite the student body's body heat that radiated off of them. The jumper was not enough to keep me warm, and I shivered, goosebumps starting to form.

"Okay..." I said, barely a whisper, before I reached for my phone.

He answered after three rings.

"Zak?" I breathed.

"Lyss? Are you alright?"

"I think- I think I'm sick," I mumbled, before Chelsea snatched the phone away from me.

I leaned against the locker. It took everything in me to not slide down and sit on the floor.

"Your brother said someone's going to pick you up, just stay in the office."

"Mmhmm okay," I whispered, eyes closing.

"C'mon hun, let's go."

The bell rung, and my eyes flung open by the sudden sound. The students scattered and rushed for their classes, while Chelsea stayed and put my arm over her shoulders, her supporting me.

Moving my legs seemed impossible, as if I've never done it before.

Chelsea got into the office and started to talk to the lady behind the desk, Ms. Holmes. Old but nice lady. I told Chelsea I didn't seem to go to the nurses' office, and I insisted that I didn't want to go. I didn't like nurses or doctors.

"Alright, I've got to go to class. Call me when you feel better," Chelsea sat me down in one of the arm chairs in the office, before scurrying out.

My eyelids felt heavy, and they started to fall as I sat in the chair. The hard back didn't seem to bother me.

Then I let the dakness envelope me and I soon fell asleep.

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When I finally aroused and opened my eyes, I shut them immediately. The blinding sunlight burned my eyes, and I wonder if that's how vampires - if they are real, I hope there are so there'd be more Damens in the world - feel everyday for the rest of their lives. Burnt by the sunlight.

I gathered whatever I could collect in that millisecond, using my senses to help me through.

I was moving, and on a vehicle. I moved my arms around and noticed the car door to my left, meaning I was on the passaneger seat, since I could feel the cup holder in the middle between the passenger and driver seat.

"Up already?" I heard Vince's familiar voice ask.

I flung my eyes open and looked at Vince.

"Are you kidnapping me?" I asked horrified, hoping that wasn't true.

"No, what the hell Lyss," he chuckled, "your brother called me, saying you were sick but he couldn't leave his office since he really wants to get some sort of promotion."

"Oh, right. Well, where are we going?" I asked, taking a look at the surroundings. I didn't seem to recognise this place.

"The supermarket. We need to stock up on cereal - since there's someone who's a cereal killer, mostly on the Fruitloops - and some other groceries," Vince explained.

I stuck my tongue out at him and yawned, suddenly feeling lethargic all over again.

"How're you feeling?" he looked at me from the corner of his eyes for about two seconds, before looking back at the road.

"Like shit," I said, breathless.

It was true. I had shivers and goosebumps around my whole body. My eyelids fell without command and I felt as though my limbs weren't attachted to my bones and body. My mind - that seemed to be tired as well - just couldn't seem to move them.

"Well you sure look like it, too," he teased and I tried shooting him a glare.

"Thanks," I retorted.

"You're welcome, Lyssie."

"Lyssie?" I asked, as though I was double-checking if I heard him right.

"Lyssie," he nodded and confirmed, a smile tugging to break free on his lips.

Lyssie. Just great.

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Author's Note: Carrie Underwood to the side! She's playing Aunt Meg / Megan.

I felt like this chapter was suck-ish and there was so much "shit"s in this chapter. This was also a really short one ugh! Writer's block sucks shit< there I go again. I'm sorry guys!

Tell me what you think! xx