•Unwritten•

Two

I sat in the cafeteria alone, as usual, swishing my spoon around in my bowl of untouched soup. I couldn't bring myself to eat it, my brain was playing tricks on me, it had been all day much worse than usual and I didn't know how to deal with it.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead, I debated on telling Dr King that I felt sick and needed to go home but I'd already done that twice after seeing strange things here, I couldn't afford a third time.

"Faith Hartley."

I looked up and saw Sam sitting down in the seat opposite me. "What- how do you know my last name?"

He swallowed and leant closer to me. "You can see things right? Spirits? That's the only thing that I can use to explain how you reacted in Deans room earlier."

My mouth opened, slightly stunned by what he was saying. How did he know this?

"I think you're like me. This- ability, it started about 8 months ago right?"

I shook my head slowly. "Did you look me up?" 

I started to feel uneasy and tried to get out of my seat but Sam reached out and gripped my wrist. "Hear me out, please."

I wanted to get up and run but for some reason I didn't, I stayed in my seat and waited for him to continue.

"My mother died when I was six months old. It was a house fire. Then 8 months ago, I started having these visions."

I snapped my hand back away from him, "That's not funny." My mother died in that exact way, he had to be playing some kind of sick joke on me.

"You've seen him haven't you."

My lips parted and my mind flashed back to my recurring nightmare, the yellow eyed man standing in the bedroom and the flames around me. In that moment something else became clear, something I'd never pieced together before or at least on a level didn't want too. The woman on fire, it was my mother.

"Look, I know this is confusing and I can explain everything later but I need your help. If you can see spirits then you might be able to help my brother."

I shook my head at him and chortled.

"I can't see spirits." I started leaning back in my chair, "I see weird things but not ghosts, like I said. I'm just sleep deprived."

Sam grunted. "There's more of us, people like us with these abilities. A demon-"

I laughed at him."You sound like my grandma before she died, and she had dementia." I snapped at him before standing up and walking away. I could hear him walking behind me, following me down the hall of the hospital.

"Faith wait!" He shouted as he caught up to me and grabbed my arm.

"Let go of me or I'll call security!" I was growing tired of this, I didn't want to hear his crazy stories about abilities and demons. I heard enough of that whack growing up, it was all nonsense. I couldn't explain the strange things I had been seeing but I knew for sure that they weren't spirits.

Sam let go of my arm and held his hands up surrender style. "I can sense it, you and I, we're connected can't you feel it?"

I scoffed at him. "You'll be feeling another black eye in a minute if you don't back off." I said it but deep down, I agreed with him. The moment I'd seen him brought into the hospital I was drawn over to him, I thought it was just my need to help but maybe there was some sort of truth to this story.

"Like I said, I know it's a lot to take in but please just stop and think for a second. You've been seeing strange things- I can tell because the way your looking at me right now confirms it. I'm giving you the answers you need but you just need to listen to me!" He sounded desperate and so I decided to entertain it for him.