Chapter 6
We had finally arrived to our designated location. It had taken only a few hours and three stops to finally make it. Emers and I had fallen into dreamland about seven times on the trip. I had feared for the worst when Emers' eyes began glowing like a flashlight; it had worried me to no end. I wanted to do something to help him but I knew that I couldn't, it was all on him. His eyes had stopped glowing after thirty minutes had passed.
"We're here!" C A L L I E loudly announced. Emers shot up from his seat and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Already?" The sleep in his voice was evident, leaving a raspy sound. I turned around to look at him. His hair was disheveled from sleeping on it, his eyes red and puffy, and his skin ghostly pale and he looked tired... worn out.
I felt bad for him; I wanted to take away all of his pain. He deserved a better life than what he was living. He deserved to be free from his otherself, to actually feel like a real human being. If he was pure human, he wouldn't have to worry about his hair turning colors or his eyes glowing or even going through excruciating pain. He deserved a normal life, one like I was living. I wanted to be that one person to change his life, to make him feel wanted, to let him feel special, to be that one light in his world. I felt connected to him in a way I hadn't felt towards anyone before. He was special to me and he didn't know it, he had no clue to how I felt about him. He was the light in my world, a single snowflake on a summer's day, a fresh flower on a spring morning. He was absolutely amazing and he inspired me. He inspired me to always be thankful for what I have and who I am. I felt special when I was around him, he made me happy.
"Yes!" C A L L I E replied tiredly. "Get out of the car and come on." She gritted her teeth and huffed in annoyance.
"Fine." Emers and I said in unison. We slowly opened our doors and when Emers opened his, his foot got caught in the seat and he fell to the ground. I struggled to hold in my laughter, putting a fist in my mouth to conceal my laughter.
I failed and he glared at me, pushing his self off the ground with his hands. "You didn't just see that."
I started laughing violently, suddenly tripping over my own feet and falling straight on my butt.
Emers struggled to keep a straight face. He suddenly started guffawing, clutching his stomach in laughter and rolling around on the ground like a child.
I glared at him and crossed my arms. "It's not funny." He sobered up and got up from the ground and held out a hand for me to take. I gripped his palm and he hoisted me up. The grasp only numbed my palm, shooting sparks up my arm. I immediately removed my hand from his grasp like it was fire. He gave me confused look but I ignored it.
I wanted to tell him my secret, the reason why I never talked about my parents or my childhood. I didn't know how he would take the news if I did. It just seemed... odd to me; to tell someone you barely know your secret when you had just met them. We were less than friends but more that aquantances. He was still a mystery to me, like a puzzle not yet solved.
I had no clue to when I would tell him the truth, or if I would at all. I was too focused on getting him to safety than my well-being. I was far too keen on helping him that I didn't realize I had bitten to the very end of my fingernail. It had started bleeding whilst I hissed in pain; popping my finger in my mouth to soothe the throbbing. Emers turned to look at me with concern. "What happened?"
"Oh, I just bit my fingernail too much. No big deal." I waved him off as I continued nursing my finger.
"Let me see." He grabbed my finger and held it delicately, like it was made of glass, ready to shatter at any given moment. He held it close to his face, examining it. He kissed my finger before letting go. "It doesn't look too bad. Just quit biting it and it should stop hurting." He gave me a once over and continued to follow Callie.
"It won't happen again. My words." I put a hand to my chest and saluted.
He grinned at my antics. "You seriously need to work on that." He shook his head with a smile on his face.
I smiled and followed them to where ever we were heading to.
I had no clue where this Dr Miope lived or who he was. I didn't trust Callie and figured she was just making up the doctor's name just to take us somewhere and murder us.
I was scared to the bone. Callie did not once turn around to see if we were following her. It was like she knew we were without even looking behind her. If she was indeed evil, we couldn't run away even if we tried because she would end up finding us. She was creepy to no end and all I wanted to do was run away and hide far away from her and out of her sight. I was wondering why we were even walking in the first place when we could have just rode in her car until we reached our designated destination.
All I wanted to do was to drag Emers with me and split to the car and drive away whilst leaving Callie behind. She probably would have figured out a way to follow us either way and probably would kill me or Emers and I seriously doubted she would have killed him. She probably would have spared his life and not give me a second chance and kill me in an instant.
She was even more mysterious than Emers and he was pretty mysterious... in his own way of course. There were so many things I had yet to learn about him. Where he was from, how old he was, what his favorite food, color, and music genre and song was. But then again, there were so many things that he didn't know about me and I had guessed that that was fair enough. I wanted to know how he had became an immortal and how well he coped with it. I wanted to know what is was like being immortal and not fully human; I wanted to know how it felt while the hair and eyes changed colors. There were so many things I wanted to know and I knew that I was never going to get every single answer to every single question I asked. I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would never fully understand what it was like and I was okay with that. I didn't know what was going on inside his head or what he dreamed about. I only knew what school, what grade he was in, and what he looked like.
He barely knew anything about me.
