The Imperfect Truth of Diamond Hearts {Kellin Quinn Sequel}

0 - Heaven Again

    Have you ever had the feeling that you knew someone, inexplicably knew them and yet also recognized that you had never met that person before?  You could look into the pale blue eyes, note the dark black locks that waved about a handsome face and think to yourself that you knew them.  Maybe it was another life, perhaps a century ago when people lived among the trees and beneath the stars.  The smile on his lips would be hopeful, a low sloping smirk that told you he knew who you were but he was utterly unfamiliar.  You couldn’t think of his name, couldn’t remember where you had seen his face before but you were sure that you had.  You would ask yourself what you had done to know him, how you had been found by this angel in human clothing.  His eyes would tear up and you would feel horrible for the emotion you had seemingly caused.

    Yet how could I have caused this?  I don’t know this man, this beautiful creation of God with eyes like the sea.  Some would call them blue, some green, some a combination of sea foam and sky.  Pale skin, tattoos, loose tank top that fit him effortlessly…perhaps he was a seraphim, come from heaven to save me from my wicked ways. 

    He’s fervently searching my eyes, telling me alone with the expression on his face that I should know his name, that I should know him.  It was like finding someone in a store that you had known in high school but you couldn’t remember their name to save your life only you really didn’t remember anything about them other than that their face was familiar.  Perhaps I had seen him in a dream when I was younger, before…

    Before what?

    There was a wall in my mind that I couldn’t move passed.  For a moment I was terrified but I wasn’t sure what I could possibly be scared of.  Something was missing and yet I couldn’t understand what it was.  There was a nagging in my head, a sensation of things long since past and yet they were close at hand.  I then notice my pale hand, the digits trembling beneath too white skin.  I raise a brow.  God I looked albino, but as I study the flesh, I note that there is something in my arm.  My eyes take in the image, and I realize there is an IV sticking out of my elbow.  I began to wonder what the fuck a needle was doing in my arm.  I hear a beeping, feel a pain and smell a stench.  My eyes dart around, wondering how I got in this room with white walls and why there is agony splitting my skull.  I reach up and found something scratchy on the top of my head along with another notion that something was absent.  But what the hell was it? 

    I couldn’t remember.

    The man with the sea foam eyes suddenly grabs the hand touching the thing on my head, the foreign gentleman trying to calm me but I could barely hear him.  The ringing in my ears I hadn’t noticed before was deafening, but it was clearing as I focused on his lips.  They moved too fast to read, fervent movement quickening as I felt liquid begin to sting my eyes.  The tears starting to slide from my eyes were strange to me because I didn’t get why I was upset.  Why was I sad?  Why was there this consciousness in the back of my mind screaming at me that something was wrong?

    What the hell was going on?

    As the panic slowly floods my system, I feel a gentle tug on my wrist.  I glance up to meet the pair of orbs that somehow sent a deluge of serenity through to my core.  He leans forward and kisses my brow, the room suddenly going silent as he pulls away and the din stops. Only the sound of the high pitched beeping thing that was possibly a machine as well as our breathing creates noise.  The stillness began to make my head spin unpleasantly but then suddenly, he spoke again.  The melody of his voice was like a breath of fresh air.

    “Hannah?” whispers the creature, the man before me, “Are you with me today  baby?  Is my baby home from heaven?”