green eyes in the dark

Chapter 16

Kayla was my first love. Kayla was also my best friend for all my life. I didn't understand my feelings until she actually suggested it as a joke. I couldn't stop thinking she was so pretty, she would make me laugh all the time, even when she wasn't there with me, she would listen, and she stayed every time I would fuck every thing up, which happened more often than I thought. She made me feel good like no one else could, not even grandma.

I don't think I've ever been this scared of someone before. The first thing that comes to my mind is I have to get out of here. Nobody should see me even if they have no idea who I am. I ran away, I'm not supposed to be here in any case. People talk out here. If this person sees me here it might be the end of my "run away", and I absolutely don't want that. I don't want to go back to the place that was killing me.

Reality hits harder as I jump off the ladder not even caring about the fact that I might get injured by doing that. I realize Green is next to me. I had forgotten about it. I take a look at its face and I can see clearly the panic in its eyes. It looks as confused as me. As scared as me. As worried as me. But not as awake as me right now. I need to go somewhere. Or at least know I'm safe here. I speak first trying to get Green out of its torpor. But my voice is so low and rasp I'm not even sure anyone could hear me.

- What the actual fuck, Green?

It snaps out of it. Good, now it's going to help. It turns its head, its eyes widening at the sight of me. It might not be able to help right now actually. My question is still hanging in the air.

The person waiting outside is apparently running out of patience because when they knock on the front door, it comes with a shout.

- Hey, Green, I know you're here, I heard the pots and pans!

I'm still facing Green, panicking. I don't have the time to wait for Green to come back to earth. I try to think of something as fast as I can. But I realize something before I can find the solution.

- Green, are the doors locked?

I think I'm whispering, but I know it heard me because its eyes widen. It looks around, frightened. Now Green is back to earth. The visitor is still at the door and by how they called Green, I'm guessing they are sort of close. Instantly, it stops its gaze on me, its green eyes staring into my soul. It has an idea. Not necessarily the best, but what other choice do we have.

- Go to the room upstairs, I'll get him. He's noisy, but not dangerous.

I do as I'm told. Back in the bedroom I get a better look at it. It's so old, but it looks so clean. And not used. The walls are a light yellow with flowers all over it. Wallpaper. I want to hear what they are speaking of downstairs. I crouch to the wooden floor and literally stick my ear to the crack in the floor. Just in between the floor's hardwood board. I can hear just enough to figure out what both of them are saying when they speak with a normal voice and I stop breathing. And the first thing Green asks its visitor is "What the hell are you doing here Marcus?".

- I wanted to see you. Wow, you're a chick today. I like that. She doesn't really look happy though. Why didn't you choose someone who doesn't look like they haven't slept in five years?

Thanks. I know Green must be even more offended than me right now. It probably has its hand going to its face hiding its disappointment towards the human race. I genuinely laugh at that thought. Green shrugs.

- Okay, hum, first, who told you I was a chick. Second, happy to see you too, but really not in a good moment. Third, I know I look like I never sleep, this person wasn't at the top of their form when I met them.

- I don't know. The long hair, the lips' form, the nose, the thick eyelashes. Second, thank youuuuuu, very appreciated. Third, how do you even know, you ain't talking to nobody.

At this moment, I get how young this Marcus is, and it is confusing me. He must be around five to ten years older than me. I thought Green hadn't been talking to anyone in years. Even Marcus knows it. I'm caught off guard when he speaks again.

- Wait, you're with someone right now aren't you? You never let anybody come into your house. Who is it, G.? I need to know.

And I'm even more scared now. I can't imagine how it figured it out. Until I remember Green has been turning its emotions on for a while now, so it must have helped him a little. But Green knows I can't and don't want to be seen by anybody, so it answers back with the worst lie I have ever heard in my life.

- Wait, there is nobody here. I was just hungry so I was making food. For me. 'Cause you know, hungry.

- You don't get hungry. I'd like to remind you you are not human, G..

Busted. It wasn't hard though. He already knows. I don't want to hide from something that knows exactly where I'm standing. I just decide to go downstairs and present myself to him. It's easy. But as I stand up, my whole body is shaking, and I am shivering. I don't want to do this at all. So, one step at a time, I get to the door, grab the doorknob, open the door, get to the stairs, go downstairs, and step right in front of them.

I hadn't wanted to scream. She was pushing me to it. "I left because I couldn't handle it anymore. Why is it still here?" She never left, he was the one to leave. I was suffering as much as she did, maybe more. I was still a child. I am still a child, but she wasn't. She was the one acting like a child. " Maybe because it's your fault, mom. You never think it could be you. It's always him, or me, or everybody else. Never you." I screamed at the top of my lungs.

- Hi. I'm Sid. Nice to meet you...hum... Marcus. Yes, I know your name, so this also comes with a sorry for eavesdropping. Oh, and also, not a chick, a non-binary, so they look like they haven't slept in five years.

He looks so surprised. I am a bit too. I wasn't expecting myself to be this confident. I like the confident Sid. They sound funnier, and wilder. I look back at Marcus for what I guess is an answer. He simply looks confused now. He has this look on his face. Also in his eyes.

- Oh my god. G., you told me I was the last person you talked to, and that even I was special because you aren't talking to anybody.

- Yeah, most of this is true, except the part where I say I haven't talked to anybody after you. They are the most recent, but don't worry, I hadn't seen anyone in seven years. Since you, my little protégé.

The confusion on Marcus's face has been replaced by skepticism.