The Light That Rid My Darkness

seven

Strangers

"Hey!"

A deep voice that was screaming echoed in my ears. I tried to convince myself that I was still dreaming. And to stay still so that it could end already.

"Zilah!" It became clearer now.

Someone was shaking me. Their hands were so cold. My body jumped at the realization that I could feel something again. My eyes opened. A gorgeous blurred face was the first thing that hit my eyes as they opened. It felt like heaven to for a face like this to appear before my eyesight.

"M—" A burning sensation in the back of my throat came out as I tried to talk. My eyes were watery and stinging so bad. I felt like absolute shit.

I moved my body up on the couch to where I was sitting up straight. And my head felt so light when I did so. I looked around to see the room lit up now. But the lights weren't on. So that meant it was morning time.

"What fucking happened I—"

"Holy fuck Zilah." Mah's huge hand move to my cheek to feel me. "You feel like satans daughter right now. Are you sweating. What's wrong? I was sitting here half dead and next thing I knew you were screaming in your sleep. Almost kicking me in my balls and shit."

I didn't respond because I didn't know how to respond. My hands flew to my head so quickly. From both embarrassment and confusion. And tears uncontrollably fell down my face too. They'd had a habit of always doing that. It was like they were alive and could do what they wanted to. This time the wet tears were ice cold, very opposite of the horrible feeling in the dream. Or maybe I was just exaggerating, I couldn't tell right now.

Now he'd for sure think I was a freak.
A freak.

Those were one of the words I could remember from the dream I'd just had. Maybe this was a sign. Maybe this was a reminder of what I truly was and that he needed to get away from me as soon as possible right now.

"Mah...leave."

"What?"

"Leave please." My tone increased, my voice trembled. I didn't want him to go, but I was just trying to help him the best I could. I was just trying to save a good person like him.

"No." His hand moved to my arm which was shaking. And I didn't notice until he touched me. He was bringing my conscious back more and more. "Calm down, you're not thinking straight."

I indeed was not. Everything felt unsteady, especially my mind and body. They weren't at rest and my head was spinning like crazy. Thoughts piled on top of thoughts. I  felt overpowered by something, but I didn't know what it was. I couldn't control what was happening right now.

My knees were bouncing up and down and my body was motionless but didn't feel like it was at ease. I shook my head from side to side not knowing why, just doing it.

"Zilah." His voice was calm and he sounded so tired. "Breathe..." One of his hands moved to cup my cheek and rested there. My eyes moved up and met his. I widened them, becoming fully aware of everything. "Hey." He smiled noticing how much I was becoming tranquil.