Beyond The Eyes

Campsite

My hands were laid on the wooden table, pressing down. "When is he coming?" my mom asked. Her golden hair fell right above her shoulders. I remember when it was long, almost down to her waist. When I told her my remembrance of that she was stunned. She had said that was so long ago. I always remember holding her hand and her hair flying all around. That's all she used to complain about. Then I woke up in a hospital bed and it was different; everything was. "Soon," I mumbled, picking up my hands. The weight of my body felt so heavy as I moved across the room to the fridge. The coldness wrapped around my skin as I opened the door. The light shined through my eyes, blinding me. Today was not my day. I felt exhausted from the night before. I didn't do much of anything either. Jacob and I talked for hours on the phone. Sometimes I would hear the shake of his voice through the call when we talked about touchy subjects. I had to hold myself together throughout the night for him. If he heard me break down, he would do the same. Maybe it would be good for him to let it all out. Maybe it will only make it worse. We will see today. "You were up late last night, huh?" she questioned. My hand wrapped around the cold water bottle. I felt the drops of sweat drip down the plastic and onto my palm. I pushed the fridge door closed with my back, leaning on it. My hands played with the cap, twisting it open. "Yeah. It was a rough night," I answered, bringing the bottle up to my lips. I felt the cool liquid run down my throat, making me feel refreshed. My eyes closed, admiring the delightful taste of nothing. "Are you guys..." she began to say, but stopped. My eyes flashed open, looking directly at her. Her hazel eyes were light and calm. Her eyebrows were raised and her mouth slowly formed a smile. "Are we what?" I questioned. My voice was toneless, but her smile was permanent. "Dating?" she smirked. "No. We are just friends," I answered as my feet went across the tiled floors. "He's a good looking kid," she stated. I rolled my eyes, but it was true. An image went through my mind. A picture of him was there. His black leather jacket was on top of his white V-neck. His muscular hands ran through his slick back dark hair. I always have been jealous of those hands. Touching places I know I won't be able to touch. Not as romantically as I dreamt of. Yet again, I hate being romantic, but when I'm around him; I feel soft and vulnerable. The architecture to his face was cold and chiseled. The structures along his face made it hard not to stare. His cheekbones were deep, jawline sharp, and lips tender as ever. The picture was ripped in half when I heard someone call my name. "Avery?" my mother lowly spoke. My head turned to her and she was staring. "Yes?" I questioned. My eyes were locked with hers. The image in her eyes was a sunny evening. The sky was dull, but clear. There were trees all around. I can smell the scent of the burning lumber. There was a campfire in the middle. The smoke made vision blurry, but it was blissful. "You seem distracted," my mother mentioned. I was, always am. "Thinking a lot, that's all," I answered. "You're always like this. Are you still not over the rape?" she asked. Another situation that made my smile disappear. "How can I be over it? It was the worst experience of my life. Now he's walking around, innocent as ever. And I'm here. I'm here with my life in my hands and the only thing that's holding it tight is a boy. That's not healthy," I rose my face. Her hazel eyes widened as she heard my tone. "I know, but he's not innocent. We will find him and he will get what he deserves. But answer one question for me. Do you like Jacob?" she asked. "Of course I do," I admitted. It felt like a thousand pounds came off of me. I felt relieved, but scared. "Why don't you act on those feelings?" "Because it's much more complicated than that. I'd rather keep them locked up. Anyway, I should go wait outside," I said. Before she can answer, I walked farther away from her. I thought I would hear her faded voice from here, but she did not speak. I looked forward, seeing the tall door only a few feet away from me. It was a rainy day here and I couldn't wait for my hair to be drenched in wetness. I couldn't wait to see his. I stopped in front of the mirror. My eyes scanned my body. My black dress complimented my curves so well. I shouldn't be thinking of way to attract him. This wasn't a date. It was a funeral.

I closed my eyes, taking the deepest breath. My dark eyes fluttered open, finding another through the reflection. His tall thin presence stood right behind me. The blonde in his hair was fading into grey. I felt coldness wrap around my bare body. I was shivering and shaking. "Do you remember now?" I heard his deep demonic voice speak on my neck. I closed my eyes, squinting my eyes shut. I opened them, carefully and slowly. I was alone. It was just a vision. I thought those were over. I was still shaken up from the memory that played in my mind. The scary thing about it was that it felt so real. The horrifying thing about it was that I wanted it to be.

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