Blindly Forgotten

Too Late To Say It 19

                        Too Late To Say It

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                               19

            My hands were shaking as I turned on the TV. The blaring music blocked out any sound she made, but I hoped she left. I still don’t know what made me reach for her like that. I just don’t know what came over me.

            I can’t like her like that. I don’t know anything about her. She’s this crazy girl I’m staying with for the moment until I can figure out what’s going on. Staying with her was better than the shelter, that’s for sure.

            Of course now I have a very pissed off nurse that wants my head, both of them in very different ways. I smirked as this thought filled my mind.

            Still, I shouldn’t have snapped on her like that. Kenna deserved better than that.

            I groaned. Why am I such a dick to her? I don’t know, I just feel like there’s a reason why I’m so mad at her. I felt my hair line start burning as I tried to explore this thought.

            Kenna felt familiar. I couldn’t see her, but I knew inside what she should look like. Like I met her before.

            I don’t know how to explain this, but now I feel like some wimpy sap of a block just trying.

            She has to be someone. She talked about gods before. She said something about being one. That’s crazy, right? God’s don’t exist. But how am I alive? I had a vague memory of Kenna’s cell phone going off before everything disappeared on me. So how am I alive if I was caught in the blast of a bomb?

            How . . .? I rubbed at my burning temples trying to fight off the migraine forming.  Gah, what is this?! I slumped into the couch, trying to think past my pounding head and the blaring music. Shit . . .

            Yeah, I am an idiot. I sat up straighter, and reached for the black remote and clicked off the music. The blue screen went black and I rubbed my face. Pushing to my feet, I made my way toward the bedroom Kenna used. Aden, the idiot.

            “What do you want?” She demanded hotly. I blinked before a grin stretched my lips.

            “What, no hug?” I asked. I had no idea how much time I had conscious before Aden woke up.

            “Hug? What for?” She asked, her eyes trailing me trying to find something.

            “So your best friend doesn’t get a hug?” Her eyes narrowed in question.

            “Best friend? What are you even – Aspen?!” Her eyes bugged out of her head, and her mouth dropped open.

            “How are – why is this happening?” She asked herself backing away from me.

            “Ken?” She looked sick.

            “Aspen, what are you doing here?” She whispered.

            “Better question. What are we doing here?” I asked her. Good question though. What were we doing here? This was the human plain, and we weren’t exactly human.

            She eyes closed, and I waited patiently for her to open them. When she did though, her eyes were so sad. “Do you remember why we’re here?”