Ethereal Dusk

Chapter 6

Once in a blue moon a certain kind of feeling would hit me that could better be described as no feeling at all. As if empathy might be something that passed me by on the street without a second glance. Kind of like standing in front of a brick wall with all my emotions mocking me on the opposite side. I would debate for a long while whether I might be a sociopath... up until I watched a video of a father coming home from war to his family and would then sob like a baby. I'm not a sociopath, I just don't feel some things as deeply as others.

Right now was one of those times.

Maybe it's shock. Maybe there's actually something wrong with me. Because right now I feel nothing. In terms of fear or sadness anyway. I wanna laugh. I wanna drink. I want to burn the fucking world down.

"No but seriously, are you okay? You're making that face again..." Natalie says with a raised brow as she sets her glass of wine down on my coffee table.

I nod as I space off with a light grin before sipping mine. I wanna tell her about the previous nights mysteries. The hand print. The wet dream. I'm almost embarrassed even just thinking about it.

I know I can trust her with anything, but this... this was just too much.

What if she actually started worrying about my mental health? I criticized myself enough in my own head to have to hear it from another person. I knew there was something wrong with me. No intervention needed. So I decide against my better judgement to not tell her.

"I wanna kill him," I giggle. "Let's go slash his tires?"

Her eyes go wide as she holds a hand to her chest and leans back on the couch shaking her head.

"Bitch you're crazy... but I'm down."

We both bust out laughing as we cheers our glasses and take another sip. Natalie scoots close to me on the couch and sets her glass down, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.

"But seriously, are you okay? You were literally harassed today and gaslit by a cop."

I lean into her and close my eyes, attempting to feel how any normal human would feel in this type of situation. I know that all of this might hit me like a truck later. Usually all the things I was supposed to feel caught up to me one way or another.

"I think I'm just in shock. Life just hasn't been feeling real lately."

I snuggle into her further. There was nothing like confiding in your best friend in the entire world. I would trust this woman with my life and protect her like she was my own flesh and blood.

"I appreciate you," I say as I sit up and look at her. She grins before looking down at my hand and grabbing it.

"What actually happened to the cuts on your hand though?"

I shrug.

"I think I have super regenerative healing abilities," I smirk as I take my hand back to grab my wine glass.

"Or we're both clinically insane," she responds as she leans back on the couch.

"Did you tell your mom about what happened?"

"No, not yet. I just don't want her to get all worked up and drive over here to cause a stir at the police station and make everything worse. I'm gunna figure out a way to handle the situation on my own."

Natalie gives me a look like really bitch?

"I would like to see that when you do. When your mom gets spicy, she gets spicyyy," she responds as she picks at one of her nails.