Secrets of the lost past

Chapter 38

 Dimitry

-I wish he would be more like you -said a drunk voice in the distance. Darius was nowhere to be seen, and Irene was also nowhere to be seen. Who else could've said that if not her.

I stayed in the house while Darius went outside, into the dark garden.

With my curiosity, I followed him, and I saw something I never thought I would. He was smoking. He was smoking even if he pointed out the mistakes of smoking before.

I joined him without words, and once, out of the blue, he asked:

-Can you sleep?

-Not really -I answered. -Sleeping hasn't been on my to-do list for a long time. I don't have one, either.

I saw the smoke coming out of his mouth, and it looked like the frozen air we'd breathed in my hometown. It was terribly cold there, and it only reminded Darius of the homeless people freezing to death on the streets. But it wasn't cold at all in the garden.

It was completely dark, the only things that lit the sky were a few stars, and the only things that lit the garden were a couple of lanterns. Still, it could have never been considered as cold.

-Must be nice living my dreams -I spoke, looking into the endless dark in front of us.

-Wha–? I got abused as a child, I was always looked down on, I was raped while you...-he said, counting the things that had happened to him. -You just had to snap your fingers to get anything you've ever wanted..

When he'd said the word "wanted", he turned his head to me. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I saw that he was in pain, as always, but I didn't care.

He was always praised, while I was just...There. And sometimes, I wanted to be more than just there, but there were times when I didn't even want to be there at all. So because of that, I couldn't, and I didn't stop myself.

I remembered all of my childhood memories and traumas, it was impossible to hold any fragment of my anger back.

-I hate you! People always call you smart, brave, strong, beautiful, so charismatic, and it's frustrating! I wish you never got adopted and I never met you. I hope you die at your finest, I hate you, I hate you! -I screamed, my anger increasing every time my tongue formed a new word. And it was making me go mad.

I already discarded my cigarette, so I could slam both of my hands to the bench we were sitting on.

I still didn't see his face, yet I knew he was surprised I said something like that.

Darius

At first, I didn't think too much of it, but as he went on and on, I was starting to think of it more seriously. I knew from past experiences that drunk people say a lot of things, but I also knew that a part of them means it.

I heard a slight click, then, I felt the aura of something sharp, and it wasn't Dimitry's tongue when he said what he said.

I shortly knew what it was. Dagger. Very sharp dagger. Funny how I guess weapons without even seeing them.

By the time I realized what was happening, we already made at least three laps around the garden. And Dimitry being the desperate person he is, he really wanted to catch me. But not desperate enough.

There was a point where he fell on the floor and dragged me with him, without touching me at all. He simply has a magnetic power over me. If he falls, I fall. If he dies, I die.

He didn't stop there. He and his sharp aura got closer to me, and the dagger was already against my throat.

Dimitry