Breathless

Chapter 9: You are everything I'm not

After Adam had disappeared down the road, I walked to the bathroom. Blood was trickling down my face like liquid cherries. I wiped the blood off my face and winced at the size of the cut. It wasn’t too deep but it was long; stretching from the right corner of my head to the temple. With a brave face, I rubbed antiseptic on the cut which let me tell you, burned like hell. It was strong enough to bring tears to my eyes. I finished it off with a band aid and put the first aid kit away in its usual spot in the bathroom. Even though my headache was far gone, I was still very tired for the day’s ‘special events’ so I decided that a nap would be really good. Stiffly, I put on my pajamas  and almost had a heart attack when I saw the bluish splotch on the shoulder. I knew it was because of Adam and that it was going to get worse before it got better. Thank everything high and mighty that it was getting colder so I didn’t wear tank tops and stuff outside or people would question me. I pulled on my shirt and then jumped into bed, welcoming the soft, warm covers.

I woke up to a soft scratching sound. The house was dark and I realized that everyone was asleep, so where was the sound coming from?  I turned over and squinted at the window. A dark figure was tapping lightly on the glass. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and slowly made my way to the window. On the way there, I picked up the pen in my dresser just in case the person tried to attack me. When I got to the window, I gasped in surprise. It was Indigo in his human form and he was still wearing that stupid mask. He had climbed the tree that was outside of my window and was sitting carefully on the branch that led to my window. My room was the attic; it was the third story and it was pretty high up too. He had to be a pretty good climber to have climbed up that tree. I went to let him in but then I remember who I was faced with; the coward.  I sighed and grabbed my notebook.

‘What do you want?’ I wrote and flashed it at him. He glanced down at it quickly and then pulled out his own piece of paper.

‘To know what I did wrong. Why won’t you talk to me? Can’t you let me in? Or can’t we go out?’ was written.

‘No, you can’t come in and no, we can’t go out.’ I flashed the paper at him. He gave me an exasperated look and then scribbled on his paper.

‘Fuck it, Autumn. I’m freezing. Please, let me in.’ was scrawled almost illegibly. I looked up into those black eyes, he did seem cold; his fingers were twitching and his breath came out in little clouds. My heart sank a little at the pain he was in. Would it really be a good idea to let him in? I bit my bottom lip as I stared at him. He was wearing a black hoodie and grey jeans which was a really stupid idea since it was November and freezing.  He also had his hair gelled back; to mask his identity even more, I guess. Finally, I relented and opened the window up for him. I was hit with the cold air as if I had slammed into a wall. He quickly got inside and I shut the window as he rubbed is hands together for warmth. He glanced at my face and immediately landed on the band aid. His perfect mouth dropped a little and then he closed it gain. His eyes widened and he reached up to touch it only to have me back away. He was not allowed to touch me; ever.

‘Who did that?’ he wrote and flashed it at me. I snorted back laughter and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Your royal jackass, Adam Winchester.  I thought he was finally being nice, but I guess I was wrong. That boy needs anger management classes.” I replied viciously and then my voice softened to a whisper at the memory “He is so scary when he gets mad.”

I looked up at Indigo to see him clench his jaw and curl his hands into fists. Was he getting angry? Why? Did he want to beat up Adam? I hope so. He didn’t say anything or started writing at all but I could see his chest moving and the faraway look in his eyes.

‘Are you okay, though? Did he hurt you anymore?’ he wrote on the paper. His face was scrunched up in pain and he looked like he was going to be sick and cry.