Chapter Fourteen
I was trembling, and it really wasn't due to the cold, I can assure you that. Ian was still looking at me; trying to find answers to the questions I'm desperately trying to avoid.
"Where did you get it from?" he asked. His voice was real low, able to be disguised with the sweet breeze.
"Let's just say that's its more than a family heirloom."
I desperately tried to hide my face using my hair as a shield. Ian's expression did not change; it probably turned more interested as his excitement grew.
"You've met my kind already?" he more of stated the questions to himself, instead of asking it to me. But nevertheless something within me, answered him.
I raised my head and held without flinching his gaze, my grey eyes boring into his violet ones. "I am not what you think I am Ian." My voice did not quiver; it had a strong edge to it, making the strength hidden within me to surface.
"I am not normal, Ian. There's something... something that I shouldn't tell you about me. Something that explains the reasons of why sometimes I act so... differently to other girls."
Ian was listening me as no one else had ever had; it reminded me of Nathan, the way in which he would stay still listening to me intently. But the difference today was that it was the first time and probably only time that I would wholly open up to Ian.
"There's a prophecy Ian, a prophecy that I bet you know about due to your real age. The prophecy talks about a human strong enough to destroy the evil locked up in a stone... this necklace Ian," I said pointing to it. "Is the necklace the prophecy talks about. It's powerful, and many have fallen to the temptation of keeping it for themselves, but only I can hold it without feeling a desire to use it. Only I can control it without failing."
I was still looking at Ian, his face set in a mixture of shock, intrigue, and interest. But never, not once did I see fear in his eyes. Not once did he turn his back on me like many have. Not once did he act as if I was lying or acting crazy.
And this is what scared me the most. Because letting someone else know about the truth in me, made Ian an easy target.
I was scared.
"I always knew you were special, since the first day in which I saw you at school in the cafeteria and you ran off. I knew that something was up with you. And of course seeing Dawn secretly following you, gave me more interest in knowing what was so special about you."
We were silent for minutes, silent. A silence in which you try to keep your ideas straight, not a comfortable silent, not a strained one. Just a silence. A silence in which we are not alert of the things going around us, a silence in which are minds are blank with different thoughts swirling inside us. Just a silence , like any other.
"Brayden knew, Kane also, and Dawn was suspicious. They all knew something was wrong with you. Specially Brayden, he was nervous when you were taken to the hospital. And I was to naïve to understand." His voice was like a knife cutting through the air around us, destroying the feelings around us, bringing us back to present, obscuring the thoughts and keeping them far from our notice.
I looked down, "You were, and are not naïve Ian. Personally I would prefer if you didn't know." The last words escaped my mouth without permission.
Ian was shocked, but probably not as shocked as I was.
"You can trust me Alisa, I trust you with my secret, why can't you do the same? What makes it so hard for you to believe in someone?"
Tears that I would not let fall were starting to well up in my eyes.
