Mi amor ~ Camilo Madrigal x oc~

7

I couldn't seem to get through my head what I saw that night. When Mami asked what happened I just told her I got a headache and had to leave.  Not anything to worry about I was just tired and didn't sleep well. I heard about Mirabella and how she saw the cracks. It must have been something in the air. Something that made us both see things that weren't really there. I didn't get out of bed for a few days. The lifelessness in those white eyes...my eyes. 

My chest fell as I watched the birds fly by the window. Their feathers ranging in an array of blues and yellows. Wind rolled over the shutters. The mirror next to the door was covered with a thin old blanket. I couldn't look at my self. I had no idea whether my eyes where a cool grey or once again a hallow lifeless white. In those moments at the Madrigal's home I was afraid more of what I now knew lives inside of me then of anything I could imagine. More then of how afraid of the dark I was as a child. More then I was afraid of the ghost stories my Abuela told us.

With every passing second I felt like it was less and less of a trick of the eye. And more of just the self that kept me awake at night walking through. I looked down at my hand the now dark red stained white bandage wrapped around my hand. I couldn't find anything else and it made it look worse then it actually was. Although I had been in bed most of the days I hadn't slept much more then an hour or two. Every time I close my eyes I see my reflection in the mirror. 

My mind traced back to Julieta, I wondered if she had too seen it. Would my family again be torn apart by this curse. This curse I still didn't understand and I didn't want to. I pushed my self up onto my elbows my light brown hair stuck to my face and pooled onto my pillow. A light air filled my lungs.  Sighing I tried to sit up fully. My feet touched the cold wood, it felt nice to finally want to get out of bed. I was so close to standing, so close to being not bound to this bed. From breaking away from the prison I called my mind. 

The idea fell on me like a ton of bricks weighing down on my chest. What if this wasn't just Mirabella seeing things what if it was my fault. Could I have done this. Was the curse plaguing me so soon. Was fifteen years really that soon or was it too late. Ever worse was it the right exact time. Did being in the same house as another gifted family speed everything up. All questions running through my mind that I couldn't answer. But I was tired, tired of sitting here and feeling bad for my self. Pushing my self up I walked over to the dresser sorting through my clothes. I was tired of being held up in my own world. And now I was getting out.