5
Last night I came to dreaming of Luke. I was in a panic state where I was holding for dear life on the edge of a cliff from falling into the bottomless pit of nothing. I kept thinking if I was going die or stay hanging the way I was for eternity. I suggested climbing up but my body was frozen unable to move any farther. I wanted to yell but I couldn’t. The voice I had was nowhere to be found, abandoned to forever stay alone. Weeping in morose, I came to know no one was going to save me. I had loosened my hand that hung on, closing my eyes that accepting whatever lead there. Giving up so easily wouldn’t probably be as painful.
I now release my grasp then the strangest thing came when I felt a hand tightening its hold on me. I was looking up seeing the abnormal red eyes in the most worried featured I ever seen. “I won’t let you be alone. You aren’t some trash to be letting go. I’m here for you.”
As easily that I wanted to say anything, I woke up immediately. Searching around, I saw no signs of him anywhere. My chest was breathing rapidly, forcing a small pain thumping against my chest. I laid my hand over my heart to stop the aching. It was incredibly strange to dream such a guy I never anticipated. I wasn’t disturbed yet rather kind of sad the fantasizing had stopped. Question came to mind: Is it a coincidence that his eyes were red just like I thought I seen yesterday?
My thoughts were interrupted by my alarm clock. It was 6:00 a.m. A little more awake than groggily due to yesterday incident with Luke. Dressing into a comfortable V-neck and regular faded jeans, I stood on my ankle which was better today. Thank goodness. (Funny as it seems I actually hopped on one foot to make sure). Into the review mirror, I was looking at myself. My eyes were black and for some reason there was a hint of yellow surrounding the pupil. My mother has light brown eyes and well she did mention that my eyes were like my father’s though I never met him. Back when I was an infinite, my mom said that he died. I believed he did and wished he was still alive. I didn’t know the cause of death because I never asked her and I knew she would cry if he was ever mentioned so I avoid questioning more.
I replayed more of yesterdays’ incident when Luke took me home. I was nervous like I was sitting in classroom again. My heart couldn’t stop thumping.
“You know…” Breaking the awkward silence, “I think that people who have such a beautiful name should be more secure of themselves than scared.”
“What?” Confused.
“Your beauty is something that shouldn’t be embarrassed about.” Glancing briefly before turning his head toward the road again. “I can see you have potential in you.”
“Uh…thanks?” Can this get any awkward?
Chuckling a bit, he seemed pretty amused about it. “You seem a bit…how do I say? Uncomfortable.” Then all of a sudden he reaches toward my face. I flinched a bit. He noticed but prudently put a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry I won’t bite.” Adding more efficiency on the word “bite”.
Shifting as I heard my heart flutter with excitement, his touch made my skin sting but not the kind it hurts. “Uh… yeah. I don’t have strangers drive me home which is definitely your first day.” Or someone who I think is hot but not my type.
“I see. So if I were to know you…you won’t feel nervous?”
Not even that. “Something like that yeah.” Honestly I have no clue.
Not even glancing at me, he smiled but it looked forced this time. “I think you shouldn’t give yourself in too easily to someone like me. I could be a psycho path you know.”
“You’re the one who forced me in the car. Remember?” For an odd reason, I wasn’t scared… just worried. “Besides, I didn’t really have a choice did I?”
