The Bride

Chapter [13] Calm Sleep

It has been days since I last spoke to Eddie, wasn't sure how many. He didn't show himself to me either. The door was the only source of communication. He'd knock two times, letting me know that the food was in front of it and that was that. Nothing more, nothing less. And it somehow pained me a bit somehow. I wasn't sure why, since I wasn't too keen to see him as well, yet it was lonesome, being in this rather big room all by yourself. There was no form of entertainment either, which made the situation not better. I was just sitting on the bed or at the window, gazing outside and listening to whatever this Asylum has to offer. Yet it wasn't always pleasant hearing men scream in pain.

Their agony were haunting my once so peaceful dreams. Slowly but surely, I was afraid of falling asleep. I miss Theodore and I miss Waylon. I wasn't sure where they were or if they were okay. I haven't seen Waylon a long time now as well. There was no trace or sign either, since he had left me in that room under the table. I wish I knew what happened to him and if he was still alive. My heart and my head were both fighting a battle. A side was sure he was no longer with us anymore, yet the other side hoped, no, it knew he was out there somewhere. I could feel it. He was still alive, he has to be. Otherwise I may never escape this place.

The cold wind outside greeted my exposed skin. It was rather chilling, causing goosebumps all over my body. I got up from the bed, approaching the open standing window slowly and closing it. A sigh of exhausting escapes my lips as I slowly broke down and glide down the glass. My vision blur to the fullest. I tried to wipe the upcoming tears away, yet my body betrays me as it began to shake and the tears spilled out. My lips begin to tremble as sobs filled the room. I was scared. Scared of this whole situation. Scared for my friends who got into this situation because of me. Waylon risking his life for me, because I was being a bitch about little things. Theodore possibly being killed outside this door, because I was a fool for not solving his situation quicker and smarter. They booth were in a massive shity situation, and that because of me. Maybe it was my guilt talking, yet somehow I wish I could change what I did and what I said. I wish I could've been better to Waylon...a better friend. I felt like my tears were slowly but surely suffocating me. My body was punishing me by drowning in a sea of salt and sorrow. I couldn't stop, and maybe I deserve it.

"Calm down, would you?"

The sudden voice mad me gasp. It scared me so bad that my whole body froze. No gasp and no tears were taking control of me. I recognize the voice right away. He walks over to me. His elegant shoes collides with the cold floor, creating a well know sound in these walls of terror. They got louder and louder. He wasn't in a hurry, no, he was taking his time to get over. He probably enjoyed the view before his shoes, sucking in every teardrop and sob that he could get. Oh how I hated him, yet also adored him. I was fascinated by him, but also disgusted.

"What's wrong, my love? Had a bad dream? Is that why you're wining and crying bubu?" , he began to mock and bowed down to my level to poke me. I could literally hear the smirk that was plastered on his face as he spoke out those words.

"Not talking to me? Rude much."

He changed from his finger to his shoe poking the side of my body. It wasn't pleasant, which is why I decided to stand up for myself. I pushed his feet away from me, catching him off guard.

"Do that one more time and I will kill you!", I said furiously, which didn't surprise Eddie. Infact, he was just staring me down in a bored way. This made me feel uneasy, I was afraid that he might think of a way to hurt me now, yet that wasn't the case he just spun around and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" He stopped in his tracks. His head slowly faced my way before he spoke.

"I'm seeing that you still don't want me to be here. So I'm leaving, it's as simple as that, darling."

"Please don't leave...", I spoke out in barely a whisper. Eddie turns now fully my way with his eyebrow raised. He seemed surprised, which I understood. I was surprised myself for saying those words. But I was sick of being alone. It was boring and depressing. I needed someone to talk to. To keep myself sane, so that I wouldn't give up on myself. Eddie approached the bed and sat down, his eyes didn't leave mine. It was silent between us. Awkwardly quietness. He was just staring at me intensely, not moving a single muscle. He wasn't blinking either, it was as if he has became a statue. It creeped me out.

"Thank You...", I said, trying to break the ice which seemed to work. It pulled him out of his trance-like state. A small smile showed itself as he looked at me. It was soft and honest, compared to the others, this one was real. He nods, a way of saying 'your welcome' I believe. He pets the spot next to him, signaling me to come over and I did. I sat down right next to him, playing with my hands as I felt his intense stare on me. He placed one of his hands on my side, pulling me a bit closer to him and resting his chin on top of my head. I could feel my heart racing and my body shivering. I was nervous, yet it felt good to be in his arms. I needed this, I needed a hug. A sigh out of comfort escapes my lips as I leaned into his chest even more. I closed my eyes as I listen to his calm and steady heartbeat. And soon, I fell asleep in the arms of my captor.