Cursed Love (Geminifourth)

CHAPTER 17: Devil

I was still shutting my eyes tightly, trembling as fear rippled through me. "Hey, Fourth?" a familiar voice pulled me back, gentle but concerned. Slowly, I opened my eyes, squinting as I took in the room around me. Gemini was standing right in front of me, looking worried.

I blinked, glancing around, bewildered. The classroom was completely normal—no blood, no screams, no violence. My classmates were all seated at their desks, staring at me in a mix of confusion and concern.

As I tried to make sense of it all the teacher stepped closer, a frown on his face as he tapped his scale against his palm. "Why did you scream like that, Fourth?"

Winny, sitting in the row behind me, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Yeah, what happened? Are you okay?"

My mind was still reeling, and words failed me. I felt disconnected, as if my ability to speak had simply vanished.
"WHAT WAS THAT? GET OUT!" the teacher suddenly barked, his voice sharp and impatient.

Without protest, I stumbled out of the classroom, my thoughts in a fog. I leaned against the wall just outside the door, trying to calm my breathing. What.. what was that? I whispered to myself, clutching my chest.

"Church. Father!" I whispered to myself, maybe the this could provide some clarity, some peace, a solution to these strange occurrences.

Without bothering to ask for permission, I reentered the classroom, marched to my desk, and grabbed my bag. My teacher called after me in frustration, "Hey! Where do you think you’re going?"

But I didn’t answer; I bolted from the room, not looking back, racing down the hallway and out of the school. I couldn’t walk. My legs wouldn’t let me. Instead, I ran.

Twenty minutes later, I reached the church. My chest heaved as I caught my breath at the entrance, the cool air around the stone walls finally slowing my heartbeat. I pushed open the door, calling out, "Father!"

The emptiness of the sanctuary echoed my voice, but soon enough, Father Martin appeared at the far end, emerging from a side room. Seeing him, relief surged within me, and I started toward him, half ready to collapse into his arms, desperate for comfort.

But as I got closer, he took a step back, his expression serious, almost wary. "Wait" he said, holding up a hand. "Is something wrong, Fourth?"

"Yes!" I said, my voice coming out in a hurried tumble. " Father, I was in class, and I started seeing things—terrible things. It was like a vision or… I don’t even know. Yesterday, I was in the bathroom, and the mirror shattered for no reason. But when my mom checked, it was fine, like nothing had happened!” My hands trembled as I spoke, and I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. "Why is this happening to me, Father?"

His expression softened as he took in my distress. "Come with me," he said simply, not even glancing at me as he led the way down a quiet hallway.

We stopped in front of a small room at the end of the corridor. He turned, his hand on the door handle. "Wait here. Don’t come in," he instructed before slipping inside.

Standing Infront of this room, catching a glimpse of the room’s soft lighting. It was warm, almost comforting. Shelves lined the walls, filled with Bibles and other religious texts. The walls were painted a calming white with hints of pale lime, adding to the room’s serenity. I felt drawn to it, as though simply stepping inside could quiet the chaos in my mind.

My vision blurred slightly, and I blinked, trying to clear my head, but strange images started flashing before my eyes—a tall, twisted tree, a blurry gravestone shrouded in mist. I rubbed my eyes, but the visions faded before I could make any sense of them.