Life, Death, Together

Chapter 4

I could hear cries but nothing was around me. A guy fighting for his life with a broken neck. An abusive father. The guy's blonde hair made me recognize him from somewhere. The room, his house looked so familiar. It was known for soulmates to become one when they get married, and before that they can see one another in dreams.

He was being abused and I wasn't there. I wasn't there, to save him, I wasn't there to be with him. I could hear sirens of ambulances arrive at the place. If I heard sirens in real life I could find him, but would now be a good time?

No. I was stuck in this dream watching my soulmate slowly drift off to sleep. It felt terrible, not only that I wasn't there but also that I could feel the tiniest bit of what he was feeling, and it wasn't pretty.

I would shove flowers and all the money I had into his arms if I was there. It was obvious he was used to it, but why? Who would do this? Who is his dad? 

......

I woke up and felt a sharp pain in my leg, a man looked up with a pair of medical scissors in his hand. The darkness left me confused and it hurt so bad. "Hello? Who-" They jumped out the window before I could finish. The darkness surrounded me, clouding my vision, the tears didn't help either.

"Who..." The pain went from sharp to sharper every five seconds. I got up and ran to the bathroom to save myself from the pain, I opened the door and slammed it a little loud. "Shoot" Mom would probably wake up.

I opened the cupboard and searched through all the medicine bins and deodorant packs. Where the hell were the bandages? No, did mom forget to buy them? "I told her to get them!" I moaned before the pain started again. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the paper towels and wrapped it around the wound, taping it shut. I covered it with my pants. 

Mom didn't have to know. But who could that have been? Were they stalking me? It was 4:00 AM, according to my phone. Great. Someone stabbed scissors into my leg, my soulmate was in the hospital, I got an F on my test, and i'm in deep trouble.

What do the gods want from me now? My soul? My life? My tragic stalker? "What the hell do they want!" I screamed that time. My thoughts had escaped. I cursed under my breath. I'm dead. The faint sound of my mom waking up scared me. I went into the backroom and closed the door to the backyard.

I just needed some alone time. I laid down in moist grass, the pain in my leg stiffened. I cursed myself over and over like I was some kind of witch putting a spell on, well, myself. 

I sighed before getting up, the rich grass stroked my arm. Why not go for a midnight bike ride? I opened the pretty much empty shed and grabbed my blue bike with LED lights on the under part. 

I turned on the lights and slid my phone into my pocket. I put my feet on the pedals and went out the gate, the clicking sound of the gears made me relax. 

I love bike rides, I don't normally ride at night though. I went up the street to the road before turning on the bike lane. The gas cars riding around made me light headed but I ignored it and turned back to the neighborhood, the music of a car made me relax a little bit more.

A house caught my attention. The one in my dream. My ankle caught against the peddle as I was staring and scraped it. "Shoot." It didn't bother me that much, it wasn't bleeding, I could easily ignore it.

Now whose house is this? I had already passed the house, one light remained. My mom had probably gone back to bed already. I rode past each dark house before I spotted the guy again. The guy that stabbed me. "Hey! Who are y-" He twisted his neck back at me. "Nobody." And he ran down the street.

I could care less about him stabbing me, but if he lived here, I would be dead in a matter of weeks. I walked on the cobblestone path up the driveway and through the gate. I rode my bike into the shed before a little pain kicked in. 

I sighed before opening the door. It wasn't budging, I pulled and pulled and pulled. The thing wouldn't open. "Crap!" 

The door was locked.