Beyond The Eyes

Frozen

I wanted to face my enemy. I wanted his presence standing right before me, bony and sick. I wanted his eyes to scream fear, hands trembling, heart racing, and pain in the form of liquid running down his cheeks. Revenge will be the death of me, but it will be well worth it. Day after day, I'm scared to walk around, to talk to people just because I think he will be near. And what if he is? What if he's been watching me this whole time? What if he hasn't? I guess we will never know for sure. The vision made the hairs on my skin stand. I wondered what I would do if it was real.

Would my pulse drop the second I see his dark demonic eyes?
Would tears escape my eyes uncontrollably?

Or

Would I smell the stench of fear coming off of his body? Sweat dripping out of his pours, running down his pale face?
Would rage and anger take control of my body? Making any innocence that's left inside of me, rush out?

All these unanswered questions. As I stayed still in front of my reflection, I began craving the answers. I looked back into the mirror, hesitantly now. I have to stop being afraid. He WILL come back and I can't hesitantly move, scream, or fight back. I HAVE to win.

The bell rang multiple times, but I couldn't get myself to move. My eyes were glued to the painting across me. The black dress was silky and complimented my curves so well. I started to pay attention to my eyes. They were gloomy and dark. The sunshine and calm river I thought I had once before, wasn't there anymore. It was now somewhere unfamiliar. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I walked away. My hand turned the cold knob, pushing it open. Power came over me, slamming the door shut behind me. The smell of rain instantly went through me as I stepped outside. My ego disappeared as I met up with his watery innocent rainy eyes. The power and strength deep within me became soft and delicate. If someone hugged me, my bones would break. That's how fragile I became as my eyes met with his. Jacob stood in front of me insecure. I observed his body. Black suit, black tie, black shoes, and deep in his blue eyes was darkness. We didn't say one word. We didn't have to. I put my arm around his, walking down the porch. The ground beneath me was slippery from the downpour. I held on extra tight so I wouldn't slip. Finally my hair began to get drenched with wetness. By the time we made it to the car, we were soaked. I wasn't sure if it was tears or raindrops going down his face. I grabbed his hand, resting it on my thigh. His hand was cold and shivering. Lightening went through my veins. The aftershock resulted in hundreds of chills rushing through my body. The stinging sensation was delightful to me. I wondered if he felt the same. We began driving down the clear highway. It was like we were the last two people on this earth. What an honor. "My father isn't coming; no one is," Jacob stated, breaking the tense silence. I looked at his face. I noticed the "bad boy" I met him as wasn't the real him. This was. The mystery boy was broken and I couldn't help, but crave to fix him.

Yet again, I'm not him.

He was trying to prove me wrong by "fixing me."

But he can't because nobody can fix me like I can.

"I'm sorry people are asses. They will get their karma," I answered.
"They will and so will Kyle," Jacob replied, tightening the touch between our hands.

Kyle. The name was still ringing in my head. I didn't want to make this about me by telling him about the vision. The car stopped. My eyes went up and we were parked in front of a cemetery. Here we go.

"What's the matter?" Jacob asked. His tone was different now. It was stern and concerned.

"Nothing," I lied. "I mean, it's your grandmoth-" I continued, but he interrupted me.
"No, something else is bothering you," he added. How does he know?

"Jacob, it's not important. This isn't the time," I replied. I was right. This wasn't the time. For crying out loud, it's not all about me.
"Avery, it is important. Especially when it's bothering you."
"I saw Kyle," I blurted out. His eyes widened and he moved his body, sitting up straight.
"Where?" he plainly asked.
"It was just a vision."
"And how did you feel?" Jacob asked.
"Scared. Frozen. Weak," I bluntly answered.
"We need to change that."

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