Beyond The Eyes

Full Moon

THE NEXT DAY

The sunshine was absolutely stunning as I stared out the window of the crowded bus. My taste buds exploded as I sipped on my morning coffee. The sweet taste burning down my throat, I felt relaxed. I put the warm cup between my legs with my fingertips playing with the opening. My eyes were warm from the colors in the sky. A violent breeze entered the bus from the crack of the window. It reminded me of the storm that passed over yesterday. I smiled at my feet. The seat next to me was empty, but not for long. My heart was pounding against my chest. I skipped a whole day of school to be with him. He convinced me while we were talking on the phone late last night. His voice would hum through the speaker and into my ears. I felt a vibration hit my skin from his waves, causing chills on my upper arm. He kept calling me after the irritating conversation we had before. Jacob promised that he would stop pushing me to confess my secrets to him. I hope he's the type of guy to keep promises. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I was exhausted. A quiet yawn escaped the back of my throat. My eyes collapsed, head pressed against the cold glass window, drifting off to sleep. The vision that played on in my head was brutal and bloody. I felt someone squeeze my hand until bruises formed beneath the skin. My eyes were shut; total darkness surrounded my aching body. I felt a burning sensation strike my lips, causing me to pull back. The burning sensation did not end; it increased. I can feel a hole burnt through my skin before the sensation vanished. The pain in my waist was excruciating. It almost felt like I was on my way to a slow painful death. The pain didn't end until my eyes flashed open from someone's hand on my shoulder. My heart was racing; sweat dripping down my pale skin. I looked down at my wrist and a faded scar was permanently marked on my skin. I was on the bus, safe from all my sorrows. My eyes moved over, meeting with darkness. The same foggy ocean from yesterday was staring back at me. "Are you alright?" he asked. The touch screamed comfort and love, but I tried not letting my dream interfere with it. I nodded, breathing in and out. His touch was making me feel calm and content. My heart was still racing, but it was from a different reason. "Bad dream?" Jacob questioned, tilting his head. He was so concerned of my being and I wondered why. "Probably because you're his good friend," my subconscious answered for me. I sighed, lifting the now cold cup of coffee to my lips. The cold liquid ran down my throat. I nodded again, answering his question. I put the cup back between my legs, staring straight. I didn't want to look into his dark eyes. It only reminded me of my dream, but his were different from theirs. His had the full moon shining through them. The one that stared back at me in my dream did not.

Silence between the two ofus was different today than yesterday. It's almost like we both wanted to talk,but couldn't. I was speechless from the memory that played in my head. I wasn'tsure why he was. All Jacob did was sit back and allow his ocean eyes to stareat my every move. I finally spoke, "We are going to meet your grandmother,right?" He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "You're so pretty," I heardhim mumble. The butterflies in my stomach started to flutter. Their colorfulwings touched against me, causing my cheeks to turn scarlet. "Yes, we are," heanswered. I wanted to kiss him so bad while my hands would explore his body,recognizing his skin. I want my tongue to remember his taste buds. If someonewere to blindfold me and kiss me heavenly on the lips, I want to know it's himwithin seconds. I want to drown in his eyes as I stare into them, unable tobreathe, feeling his ocean water fill up my lungs. I want to hunger, to cravehim late at night. And I want him to feel the same way about me. I want him tofeel lost when we aren't together. I want him to moan my name uncontrollably. Iwant his tongue to be familiar with the taste of my aching skin. My eyes werestaring back at his. I can tell mine were full of lust, but can he? I can feelhim overpowering me, making me his. I can see him taking control, dominatingme. I can taste the lightning strike my lips, causing me to shiver and shakejust from staring at him. I crossed my legs, closing my mouth, turning my head.I couldn't let him know what I was thinking about. "This is the stop," Jacob said,jumping up. I looked up, finding his eyes staring into mine. I picked myselfup, washing all the lustful thoughts away. I followed him until the breeze hitmy skin and was familiar with it. The tall building was standing before us. Iwas anxious about meeting his grandmother. That must mean something. Does he dothis with all the girls he meets? That would be weird. I ignored my questions,stepping inside the hospital. I felt pain and misery hit me so fast. It took meback, causing me to stay still. The sense of death seemed into my veins. Iwanted to fall to my knees from the flashback that was trying to play in mymind. I remember being here with my unconscious body laying in one of thesebeds. Jacob and I walked right next to each other, but I wanted him to becloser. I wanted him to hold me in his arms because I was on the edge ofcrying. Eventually my strength came back, wiping any tears that escaped myeyes. He heard my snuffling, twisting his body around quickly. Jacob pressedhis hands on my upper arms. Can he feel my goose bumps? From the look on hisface, the answer was yes. "Why are you crying?" he asked. We were standing inthe middle of an empty hallway in a hospital filled with dying people and he'sworried about me crying. I wanted to smile, but it would confuse him."Memories, that's all," I replied, nodding. Jacob wrapped his arm around me,walking next to me. I can feel his heart pounding against his chest. I zonedout everything around me and listened to his music.