"So, my conclusion is . . . the voice who spoke to you might be the mastermind why Ian lost his memories. Agreed?" Kurt spoke, adjusting his glasses as he uses his found stick to point in a diagram he made.
"Yeah. He might. To take revenge on me." Aira growled disapprovingly. Ian stood there, quiet all this time.
"Ian? What's wrong?" Aira asked, Ian shook his hand, "All this . . . jus seems crazy-" as he finished his sentence, a loud thud then, Kurt was in the floor. Laying motionless. Breathing unevenly until . . . it stopped.
"KURT!" They exclaimed running towards their friend.
~°~
"So, you don't know what happened?" The doctor spoke, Ian was the one who answered all his question as Aira stared deep into her hands.
Drowning herself in deep thoughts. Thinking of how useless she could be. That she could've prevented it.
"Aira?" Ian called, she glance up, meeting his dark orbs, she was expecting him to say those painful words. This is all your fault.
But instead, she heard a sweet, comforting sound, "I'm sure he's going to be alright. Don't worry. I'm not sure how close we are. But I know we can relate." He nodded.
Aira faked a smile. And soon glance at the Swedish, blonde man laying motionlessly on the white bed. Her heart began to sink. Seeing him like this . . . just doesn't feel right for her.
She missed him.
Her eyes slowly closed and soon, she drifted off into an unfamiliar place . . .
~°~
Airaaaa. Wake-y, wake-y, little angel. A voice spoke softly. Soothingly.
She groaned loudy, refusing to wake up, "Five more minutes." She pgrunts.
Ohh, sugar. In here, you don't need five minutes. You could stay here forever. Her eyes immediately shot wide open. Glaring at no one in particular.
"What do you want?!" She snapped. Clenching her jaws.
I want you. He laughed slowly, then, lights erupted through the room. And at the very end of the room, stood a young handsome man. His hair as black as the night. Eyes glow neon green. As if he wasn't human. Of course he's not. Aira thought.
Oh, sugar. I was once a human. The man spoke with a mischievous grin, "Wait, how?!" The man smiled wider, No thoughts are secured in this place.
"Yours as well?" She asked and the man nodded, Mine as well.
"So why can't I hear your thoughts?"
Because I'm not thinking. The man smiled mischievously. Liking the way she reacted by his answer.
"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, the man smiled, To get you ready from the pain you were about to feel. Then, he raised his hand, showing his finger. He snapped his fingers together.
~°~
She jolt up in a sitting position, her eyes circled across the room, seeing the Swedish blonde man staring at her confusedly.
Ian standing by his side with a girl. A girl she never knew before.
"W-Why are you looking at me like that?" Aira asked, looking directly at the three, "Kurt? Are you okay? Do you remember me?"
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, "Who are you? And what the fuck are you doing in my hospital room?"
Aira felt a pang of pain spread across her heart, her eyes slowly teared as he saw nothing but confusion across their faces.
"Kurt. Did you forget her?" Ian asked, looking quite, concerned.
"Dude, leave me alone. I want to know who this fucktard is." He growled, Aira felt a tear roll down, "I'm sorry. I think I'm in the wrong room. Excuse me." She spoke and left.
As she slide herself into the door Kurt was kept, tears endlessly glow through her cheeks.
She went home looking like a pale ghost. Everything she loved was taken away. She knew Kurt so well that she knew he wasn't joking the moment he said the word fucktard. He only uses it when he's ready to kill.
And that thought alone . . . nearly shattered her insides.
