Skin & Death

5- Watching Her

Ok, well, I'm extremely disappointed in the small amounts of reads I've been getting. And I've been having the crappiest week ever, so could you all do me a favor and read this, vote, and comment!

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CHAPTER FIVE

WATCHING HER

DAMION'S POV

Ever since Peyton arrived I've been confused. She is rude to everyone but her grandparents, she avoids every living person around here, she refuses to have any skin contact with anyone, she keeps a photo of something that makes her wanna cry, and she treats me like I'm a normal living person. No one is like that. I've been dying to know her secrets, hear her thoughts, know the true Peyton. Because I can tell this isn't who she really is. I made Peyton think that I wasn't in her room, didn't come back until she was asleep so she wouldn't sense me there. She started out just lying there, breathing deeply, she was deep in sleep. A few hours past before she started squirming, she looked distressed...

"Mom?" she whispered. Her breathing was heavy now, and she looked like she was in shock in her sleep. She said her parents died... I waited for her to speak some more. "What on earth are you doing here?" she mumbled. Her tone seemed less gentle, and more firm. She wasn't talking to her mother anymore...there was a silence as if she was listening to the reply the person in her dream was saying.

"What do you mean?" she asked...another pause...all of a sudden she took a sharp breath, like she was caught off guard. "How do you know about that?" I waited. "Dad?" she sounded like she wanted to cry. "No, mom, dad, I promise, I didn't mean to!" she sobbed. "Please don't leave me!" a tear streaked down her cheek. Something was going on inside her head. She suddenly shot up from bed screaming. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. She realized where she was, but for some reason she didn't sense me. She started crying into her covers.

"I'm sorry." she whispered in-between tears. So this was the real side of Peyton? She never seemed to realized I was there, because she just lied there in her bed, looking up at the ceiling. She pulled out a picture from a drawer by her bed after about an hour, and just stared at it.

"Why am I like this?" she asked herself. I kept thinking I should say something, but I never did, I just watched her from the dark corner. Eventually after another hour or so she fell back asleep. When I knew she was deep in sleep I walked up next to her bed. I looked at the picture she set beside her, it looked to be a photo of her and her parents smiling in a park. She looked so happy with them, like her life was perfect, they were even touching, skin contact. Did she refuse to touch anybody because she didn't want to get too attached? Or was she just grieving? I put the picture down when Peyton squirmed.

"Damion." she mumbled. I froze. Did she see me? After a minute she shifted again, I exhaled the breath I was holding in, she was just talking in her sleep...about me? I smirked in the darkness. Maybe I should play around with her a little bit...

"Peyton." I whispered in a dramatic way.

"Why don't you pass on?" she muttered. My eyes bulged, I thought she'd say something like, 'you're so hot', or 'I love you'. But I guess I can't expect that to come from a girl who hated me the first moment she saw me. To answer her question, I had no idea, so I played a little more.

"Because I love you, I will never leave you." I said dramatically. She groaned in frustration.

"You're an idiot." she responded. I chuckled in the dark, which was too loud, Peyton's eyes shot open, she looked at me and glared right as she realized what just happened.

"I have to say, it was a little disappointing to hear you call me an idiot, instead of the love of your life." I snorted. She threw a pillow at me. Regular objects can touch me, and I can touch and move regular objects, I just can't touch living things, with beating hearts and a body. I caught the pillow before it could hit me smack in the face. I chuckled.