Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 18 Subconscious

"Stop staring at me like I'm crazy," Lucas said.

I had been staring at Lucas for the past ten minutes like he was a mental patient. What he said had completely left me speechless. Not because I thought it was awesome.

But because I thought it was completely and utterly ridiculous.

"You actually are crazy," I confirmed.

Lucas sighed and layed down on the couch. "Here we go."

I put my fingers on my face in a thinking motion as I walk towards him. My eyes raised up to the ceiling and I put a questioning look on my face. "See, Lucas. The only place I go when I'm asleep is unconscious. That's it. There is no possible way on this Earth that Krylan is there!"

Lucas sat up and padded the spot beside him. His indentions were just disappearing on the couch. Carefully I sat down beside him. My hands laced together as I sat hunched over looking at Lucas. "That's because it's not on this Earth, Sapphire. Do you remember those dreams you used to have about me?"

I almost choked on my spit. How did he know about my dreams? Even I still haven't decided if it was for sure him or not. But my heart and gut told me what I wished wasn't true.

He was the one in my dreams.

"I used this door, as you could say. It's a door that links me to you. All of us have the psychic link. Unless you shut one another out. But since you didn't, I could visit your dreams. Still can. Your mind creates the place, what you're wearing, what I'm wearing, etc. I don't control anything, but I can put myself there."

I shook my head furiously. "That's not possible. I don't believe you."

Lucas grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. "Really? Sapphire when did your dreams stop? The dreams you had every night since you can remember?"

I thought about it. It's been a couple weeks now. In those weeks I spent with Krylan because Lucas was nowhere to be found. Even though he was supposedly supposed to help me through whatever I went through.

When Lucas left, my dreams stopped.

"They stopped when you left. But that doesn't mean anything. It could just be a coincidence," I told him. Maybe I was trying to convince myself more though.

As much as I hated to admit it..

It all added up.

I sighed. "Okay so say if I did believe you. And that's a huge if. What is that called? And where do we find Krylan?"

Lucas let go of me and stood up. His long legs started pacing back and forth across the floor. If he didn't stop soon, he was going to wear holes into the floor. "There is a world in between this one and, well, our subconscious minds. It's kind of like a ripple in time. Not everyone knows about it, especially not humans because they can't reach it anyways."

I stood up and raised my hands up. "Okay well thanks for the science class. What's the name?"

Lucas sighed, "The Forgotten Inbetween."

I smiled sarcastically, "Oh how original."

Lucas cracked a perfect grin that still made my insides flutter. "I didn't choose it. Most people either call it The Forgotten Land or The Inbetween."

"Okay so let's go," I started towards the door. But Lucas picked me up by my shirt and sat me in front of him. "Whoa, Horsey. Not yet. Plus, that's not the way to get there," he said, pointing towards the door.

I looked up into his colorful eyes, "Tell me how to get there, Amigo."

He smiled down at me, "There's not an exact name for it, but I like to call it Mind Traveling."

My body scooted closer to his. It was almost like two magnets being pushed together. My brow furrowed. "Yet again so original."

I pushed away from him and walked towards the door. Lucas was following quietly behind me like a ghost as I walked up the stairs for the kitchen.

When I got in there I took in the black granite counter top and white stone floors. The drawers and cabinets were silver. At least his whole house had a color scheme.

I kept going through drawers and cabinets looking for something big and hard. Then I started to get frustrated. My foot connected with the cabinets and drawers after I didn't find what I was seeking.

"What's a girl gotta do to get something out of this bit-," Lucas grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up from my crouching position.

He had a quirky look on his face, "Can I ask what you are looking for?"

My face hardened. I looked up to him with cold eyes. "Your secret porn stash." I shouldered his hand off of me and opened the last cabinet in the kitchen.

Finally.

I pulled out two cast iron skillets. They were both a pretty decent size. So they should probably do the job good enough. I handed one to Lucas and kept the other for myself.

"Are we going to become Chefs or something," he asked, pointing to the skillet I just gave him.

"We have to be unconscious to enter this world, right?" I was sweating now. It was a crazy plan. but it might work.

"I'm not knocking you out with a skillet," Lucas said. He walked over and put his skillet back into the cabinet.

I laughed, "What? You scared to hit a girl, Lucas? You know I'm giving you permission right?"

He grabbed my skillet, laying his hand over mine. My stomach did a complete backflip at the closeness. His body was so close to mine. And for some reason it had an affect on me. "I'm not going to hit you even if you gave me permission because it's still wrong. And the only thing I'm scared of is shoving you into that world. Because without knowing what you're doing, you might get lost. And there is no returning. There is also time limits. There's only so long you can be under before..."

Lucas trailed off and he lowered his head. Slowly I brought my hand up and layed it on his face. His gaze finally met mine. And there was torture in his eyes as plain as day. "Before what, Lucas?"

His eyes hardened and he removed my hand from his face. Then he took five steps back. "Nothing. It doesn't matter. Point blank, I'm not shoving you into there without you knowing what you're doing."

"Not again..." he thought to himself.

Mind reading. My new self comes with some kicks, I suppose. I guess I'm telepathic now. And Lucas probably had no idea that I just heard what he was thinking. Or he did. But he just didn't care if I heard it or not.

"What do I have to do, then?"

Lucas smiled mischievously and clasped his hands together.

"Training."