Walking On Air

Chapter Eight

I clapped my headphones into my head, and turned on some music. I danced a little bit, not really thinking. I didn't care. I was the only one in the lakehouse.

I heard Damien laugh. Dork.

Hey, you said yourself, you're matched with people similar to yourself. So think about that for a sec.

I continued dancing, getting out my laptop.

"But I keep cruisin' can't stop once start movin', it's like I got this music, in my mind, saying its gonna be alright." I belted.

I typed in my password into the computer, and then clicked onto Google. Typing in Pinterest, I moved to the beat a little.

Scrolling through Pinterest, I saw a whole bunch of hair and nail tutorials that I could never do.

Look at this one! I told Damien. I don't even know how people do that. I can hardly fishtail braid, much less do a fishtail crown.

It is very beautiful, though, isn't it?

See? I knew you had a little bit of feminine touch to you.

After scrolling more, I got bored of seeing people who had more talent than me, so I made a new tab and type in Facebook.

So I scrolled through that, only to see people that had more talent than me.

"I don't even know how she gets her wing to look at that!"

Her wing?

Eyeliner. I informed him.

Oh. I think our eyeliner looks fine. I just don't know how you wear every day though. It itches my eye like crazy.

Meh, I get used to it after a while.

And the worst part is that I can't even scratch it, because you'll tell that I messed it up!

How do you even know me this well? I've only known you for like a week!

We practically have the same mind.

Oh yeah.

I scrolled some more. That was like, all of Facebook. Scrolling.

I exited out of that tab, bored of it too. "We don't have time be sorry!" I sang again. "So baby be the life of the party!"

You're so weird.

I embraced it a while ago.

Typing in Tumblr, I scrolled through that too. Seriously, what is up with this. Why do I keep scrolling.

I shut my computer and sighed. I'm bored.

Ask me a question.

Ooh, what question?

Anything you want.

What do you look like?

Like a boy version of you. Light hair, dark eyes, and fair skin, but it tans well.

Huh. That probably should have been obvious.

You would think. Any other questions?

Who were you...I don't know, possessing, I suppose? Who did you possess last?

First off all, when we 'possess' people, it's called The Changing. When someone casts you out, or dies, you get reset, and go through through a process called The Changing. Basically they reset your memory, and see how much your personality has changed. They only leave core memories, such as what I'm telling you, and whether your last person was a male or female.

Oh. That's pretty cool. So who did you possess last?

I felt a tinge of annoyance. Who was my last person. Just say that. And it was a male. And before that, I'm pretty sure it was a male.

How many people have you had? I thought, surprised. I hadn't thought about that before, he's probably had a lot of people, depending on how old he is and depending on how fast every one has died.

I have had 12 people, and with only one of them have I been truly happy. Of course, not for long.

Really? Who?

You.

I was speechless. Over the past day or two, I had completely forgotten about Him. It's really crazy how easily you can forget stuff, even if you feel like it's hard to.

I went through 11 people, and when I finally found the right person, she was ripped away from me. Doesn't that make you...furious? Like you went 17 years trying to find the person for you, and they died?

Yes. I thought, angrily, but sadly. I'm...sad. There is no English word for my feeling. There's no expression for how I'm feeling. Only you can really feel it.

Now take that feeling, and multiply it by 11.

I gulped, holding back the tears. Again, the feeling was unexplainable, but I'll try.

It was like black storm cloud overtook every feeling of happiness, eating it until it was gone, and then managing to find something else to swallow up.

There you go.

I curled up on my bed, failing to let the tears drop down. But once they started, they couldn't stop. Pretty soon, I was hyperventilating. I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Me, turning up the morphine knob. I sobbed harder, my breath getting ragged and worn. My throat was burning, and the salty tears ran into my mouth, but I didn't care.

At that moment, when I needed her the most, Noelani burst through the door.

She sat me up, but I still couldn't stop crying. She hugged me, keeping me in her arms. She was...wet?

Right when I had distracted my thoughts, the sobs started to die down. I hiccuped, getting a headache. You know that horrible feeling when you've just cried really hard? Yeah, here it comes.

"W-why are you wet?"

Lani laughed, except it was more of a nervous slash relieved laugh.

"I was out at the beach. You seriously need to come. It's super fun. Plus," she looked at me seriously. "I cannot leave you alone anymore, and you need something to distract you. It's 2-1. You have to."

"2-1?"

"Yep. Opal wants you to go too."

"Well maybe Damien wants me to stay."

"Well maybe I don't care. Get your swimsuit on. We're going."

Sorry it was a bit short, and dramatic. But, I hope you liked it anyway. There were a lot of mood swings...:3

Anyway, sorry I updated a day late, Luna and I have writers block, and we are really trying to find some inspiration for the next chapter.

Next update will be Friday. Until then, buh bye!