Free Imagine by Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly Page A

grabbing a glass of bourbon from the table as he leaves via the staircase, glancing over at me one more time with distain.
    The room is starting to clear out rather quickly. I hear car engines starting outside as p eople are clearly realizing the entertainment for tonight is over. The people don’t really pay attention and as I try to reach out to an older gray haired man passing us, he casually shrugs me of. How can no one help us? It’s pretty obvious that something untoward is going to happen.
    The room empties very quickly; soon it’s only Chelsey, Eddie, Keagan and me. I look at Eddie, who is tightly holding my wrist like an upset father with a misbehaving toddler and at Keagan, who does not appear to be happy at all.
    “Keagan , grab Chelsey and follow me!” Eddie instructs him.
    I look at Chelsey, she seems as though she is in as much shock as I am. I really don’t know what she’s more freaked out about. It could be that some cult is obviously kidna pping us, it could be the events of the last 30 minutes or, more likely that the whole thing clearly has something to do with me. I try to resist as Eddie begins to drag me towards a dark hole in the wall. My struggle is pointless, he is just too strong. I scream and struggle, but to no avail. I look back at Chelsey and just see simple fear in her beautiful eyes.
    “Please don’t do this Eddie” she pleads.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    IX
    imagine a guardian
     
    Dark gray stone walls surround me; they feel just as cold as they look. The room has no windows but some thin rays of light force their way through the cracks in the brickwork. From the light that fights its way through the brickwork I can just about make out my bleak surroundings, I appear to be in a prison cell, a prison cell from a long time ago.
    Straw covers the ground and the room has a stale and musty smell to it, a lot like old books. I have walked around the cell multiple times, using my hands to feel along the walls and floor, but the only way out is through a giant steel door at the front of the cell. I am in here alone and can’t help wondering what has happened to Chelsey, Eddie had pushed me into this cell and slammed the door shut, and there was a loud ‘click’ as he turned a key to lock it. I heard the key be removed too. I called out her name but was only greeted by silence.
    I wonder how long I have been here; it must be morning now, due to the sunlight. When they first put me in the cell it was complete blackness that surrounded me and I screamed and yelled for what felt like forever, to no avail. I don’t even want to try to talk I know that my voice will be hoarse.
    I can’t wrap my mind around what happened. One minute it seemed like things were finally falling into place for me, I had great friends, a school that was tolerable and a guy that seemed like he really liked me. Now I lie here on the pile of straw and question everything. What were Eddie and Keagan’s parts in all of this? What exactly is a Young Creator ? What is going to happen to us now?
    This is the third time that something strange has happened to me just recently; first there was the broom, then the car and now the dogs. I wish my Mom would have explained things to me, all she said was that she simply wished that this wouldn’t have happened and that we were all in danger because of it and I’d count being locked in a dungeon as some pretty serious trouble, wouldn’t you?
    I had asked her to explain but she said that the time wasn’t right and that she would explain everything when it was. It comforted me a little at the time but now I want a nswers. The timing wasn’t right? Ummmm, excuse me? The time was perfect, I had just wacked my Mom in the head by just imagining it. Some explanation would have been nice. I am so frustrated; I hate not knowing what is going on, especially if I’m involved. It is my life.  Why do adults always think they know what’s best for us ‘kids’?
    I am dragged from my