Our Dark Collision (English edition)

II

"Wake up, Ava wake up"
A voice whispers in my head. I slowly open my eyes. It takes me a few seconds to realize I'm not in my room. I am lying on a double bed, covered with a light periwinkle sheet. Soft rays of sunlight make their way through the curtains from a large window. I feel my head explode, I am pervaded by a deep sense of anguish combined with a disturbing calm. Not without effort I slowly sit up, while with one hand I massage my temple.
"How did I get here? What is this place?"
I can't remember anything.
I take my head in my hands closing my eyes, trying to remember, to arrange the pieces that make up this situation. In my mind I find nothing but darkness, then a glimmer.
I remember.
I remember Annie's car accident,
The phone call from the hospital, the tears, the fear. I remember my hand wrapped around my sister's, the prayers.
-The shadow ...- I say in a whisper.
I pull my hair back with one hand, trying desperately to cling to something that has even the appearance of reality.
-It is not possible- I find myself saying shocked. The sheet seems to want to suffocate me, so I kick it off in panic.
I remember a voice, a black silhouette, two unnatural blue or green eyes.
The images of the accusatory expressions of my parents who did not recognize me resurface in my memory.
"No, no it can't be true"
I keep repeating myself as I get out of bed, staggering.
-I can help you- said that voice, I remember it kept repeating it. I have to hold on to the head of the bed so as not to fall. My legs are soft, my breathing is labored.
-A deal- she said.
A whirlwind of black and silver dust begins to form before my eyes. A boy comes out of it, he should be about my age, maybe a year or two older. Gold-colored hair falls on his forehead, a fair complexion and two eyes ...
-Tu- mutter.
-You! - I exclaim in a tone of voice that oscillates between horrified and aggressive.
He doesn't get upset, he continues to look at me with an almost curious expression and his head tilted slightly to the left, as I back up until he crashes into the nightstand next to the bed. He wears a black turtleneck, pants of the same color wrap his legs, while he wears several rings on his fingers.
-What did you do to me? - I growl.
He takes his time to answer, observes me for a few more seconds, clears his throat, then says -I did what you asked me-.
I am petrified by his calm expression.
-The dark and ... and my parents don't remember me, what did you do to me? - I mumble in agitation.
-I warned you that there would be an Ava price- says seraphic.
-What are you? - I say almost to myself.
-I am Asuras, a demon. I proposed a pact that you accepted at the cost of keeping your sister alive - he explains.
"Demon"
-When I shook your hand ...- I reflect aloud.
-You accepted to be bound to me by becoming immortal- concludes my reasoning.
I need some air and maybe some care.
-I had no idea what was happening, I just wanted to save her- the words fall out of my mouth without a brake, with one hand I lean on the bedside table.
-And you did, you saved her- he says.
-But my family doesn't know who I am- I explain with a trembling voice and with tears that begin to make their way into my eyes.
I'm afraid, I'm terrified.
-You would have done anything to save Annie-
To hear the name of my sister come out of the mouth of that being a devastating anger pervades me.
-Don't you dare say her name-I hiss between my teeth, interrupting him.
-You said it yourself, Ava, you would have done anything- he says in that voice as calm as it is irritating.
-No, no, that's not true- I say with an incredulous smile on my lips.
-You were the one who wanted it- he concludes with a careless attitude.
Fury hits me, I grab the bedside lamp and throw it at him.
- You're an asshole! - He screamed.
Suddenly he returns to shadow and materializes a few steps away from me, letting the lamp crash against the floor. I flinch. A network of tears formed down my cheeks.
-Sssh, you need to rest- he whispers with a mocking smile on his lips. I don't even have time to be afraid that my body is starting to get heavy. I struggle to keep my eyes open.
-W-what are you doing to me? - I mumble, but a moment later I have already lost track of my surroundings. I sleep while he lays me on the bed and after a moment's hesitation, he vanishes.