over the centuries

4

"Cassie" the voice reverberated in my head. "Cassie" it hissed.
I lay there in my bed, nearly asleep from a long hard day of work. It's been months now that the voice has haunted me. With no extra clues to go off on what or who it was, only that he liked old poetry.
One night I googled a poem he told me, finding the author after a few scrolls, a chill ran down my back. There it was, word for word. I knew I'd never read this before, especially not enough to memorize whole passages. My anxiety was turning into fear as the months went on.
"Cassie I want to talk to you about myself today." It finally said after I didn't answer.
"Ow?" I think back
"Your not going to like what I have to say" He says into my mind.
"That your an alien?" I ask him.
A soft chuckle sounds in my mind then, the voice lighting up my headache. I lay there pulling the covers higher up around myself.
"No" he said "I am not an alien"
"What are you then?" I mentally ask
"I told you. Your imagination." He said
"Then if you tell me about yourself that means your really telling me about myself." I fire back.
"Go outside and look at the moon." He says then.
"It's the middle of the night" I grumble, but push the sheets back complying. Making my way downstairs I sneek past my husband's room, his gentle snoring coming out of the Crack in the doorway.
"I'm outside" I call "now what?" I ask
The moon outside was beautiful, fully in veiw over the tree line, it lit the dark night. The breeze blew softly as I waited for a reply, rustling the leaves on the otherwise still night.
"I'm outside looking up at the same moon." He said then
A chill ran down my spine and my body quivered, thinking of the mysterious man somewhere out there. Was he really out there? Somewhere I couldn't see him looking up at a moon. I tried to picture a dark figure standing beside me, the stranger feeling close in this moment.
"And what's your take on it? It's just the moon" I mentally shoot at him.
"It's a bond." He said "a bond between us and the great unknown out there. The galaxy full of wonder, it's but a taste." He said
"Just looks like the moon to me" I said and he let's out a reverberating chuckle.
"How very insightful of you Cassie." He says
"Ok I'm seriously going back to bed now. This has been eventful." I say
"I won't let you go yet. Tell me something about yourself." He says
"I'm a nurse" I answer quickly, already done with this conversation.
"Ow I already know that, but sleep now. I'll speak to you on your day off tomorrow." He says
"How do you know that?" I ask him
"I know all about you" He answered back
"Then why ask?" I felt defeated in that moment, sleepiness still holding me in its grip.
"I wanted something personal" He finally answered back.
I let out a grunt as I made my way back inside, silently closing the sliding door as I went. I tip toed back upstairs to the spare bedroom.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow" I said as I plopped down on the bed, exhaustion weighing me down.
I now had another clue. He knew my schedule but didn't know personal facts about me. Was he stalking me? My mysterious voice feeling more eerie by the second.
I wake to the smell of freshly cooked food. The smell of onions and garlic feeling my nostrils I get up from my little bed, and padd down the stairs, my husband waiting on me with spatula in hand.
"Good morning" He calls
"Good morning" I answer back blirely
"It's omelets today." He says coming around to give me a kiss on the cheek. I moan and lower my head onto the kitchen island.
"Couldn't sleep again?" He asks concern lacing his voice.
"You know it" I answer back.
He set down a plate in front of me, the smell of the delicious morning meal feeling my nose. I look up from my hunched over position.
"What do you wanna do today?" He asked me.
"We could go to the bar with mike?" I asked, and aaon perked up at that.
The tension being high between us lately from his bad investments and money troubles, our marriage was at an all time low. My mother calling me on the phone and trying to convince me to divorce him not helping the situation. My life was a mess, from Aaron to the strange voice, I could deffinatly use a beer.
"Now that sounds like a plan" Aaron said, already pulling out his phone to hit up Mike.
I plop a bite of sausage omelets in my mouth as Aaron goes over the plans with Mike, my mind drifting back to the strange voice. I had started to become attached to the voice, our little conversations filling my quite moments, even if it gave me anxiety. I wondered what else would come of our conversations.
"Alright then, I'll see you in a couple hours" Aaron said and hung up the phone.
"Day drinking?" I asked "not tonight?"
"That's when Mike and Jessica can make it" He answered back.
I took another bite, nodding my approval. This was my new life, day drinking my problems away with Aaron our issues never really going away. Aaron looked at me then, a goofy smile plastered on his handsome face, his brown eyes lighting up.
"I'll go get ready" I said, not wanting to get lost in those brown eyes.
"Ok" He said and I took my leave, dumping my dirty dishes in the sink as I went.
"You can't run away from your husband now" the voice in my head drawled.
"Stay out of it" I shoot back.
"Your problems are my problems" He said back smoothly.
"Sense when?" I asked mentally
"Sense I took an interest in you" He answered back.
I quickly dressed in jeans and an oversized shirt. The casual clothes perfect for a seedy bar, I looked myself over in the mirror one more time before we left. My hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, and my cheeks dusted with some blush I looked presentable.
"You coming" Aaron called down the stairs.
"On my way" I called back, now making my way down the stairs and too him.
Aaron already had they keys in his hands ready to go we jumped into his truck. The drive short, we rounded a street to our destination. It was a run down bar, on the outskirts of Kansas city it was secluded.
"Ready?" Aaron asked
"To get hammered? Always." I answer back, my hand Ready on the door know Ready to get out and into the establishment.
Inside we quickly find Mike, the drinks coming quickly we joke and chat about past events. I was already feeling the alcohol, my words slearing as they formed, I had found release in my foggy mind.
"He then pulled down his pants" I went on talking about a college party Aaron and I had attended.
"No he didn't" Mike said
"He was so wasted he didn't know what was happening" I said
"Excuse me a moment" Aaron said, getting up from the table and making his way to the restroom area.
Me and Mike continued to gossip, until shouting could be heard across the bar, the sound of Aaron's voice. Concern filled my foggy mind as I lean over in my seat, trying to find my husband. Aaron was around the corner, a petite woman standing in front of him, they appeared to be arguing.
"Not here. Get your hands off me!" I heard Aaron snarl at the woman who had just tried to touch him. Her face crumpled, devastation clear on her delicate features, I stand from my seat, ready to head over there. Mike grabbed my arm and pulled me down, in my stupor I quickly plopped back down. Aaron walked away from the woman then, quickly making his way back over to us, he grabbed my arm, hauling me up.
"Come on were going" He said
"What was that?" I asked, looking back to the woman who was now walking back to her own group, her back turned to me. She peered over her shoulder and locked eyes with me, before turning her head away.
"Nothing" Aaron said "just a coworker"
Aaron lead us out then and back to the truck, and back home.