The House

Chapter 13 Waiting is a Virtue

It looks just like the real room, but there's no chair, no machine and no wires. The Dark Room is completely empty.

"What's this?" I say out loud.

There's nothing; not even echo. It's just me standing under the only light of the room.

"You said you'd show me my memories," I say. "But I have no memories of this place."

This is more than weird. Even when I knew I was in a test, I couldn't talk or have any influence on my memories except for last time when I ruined Ophelia's painting.

I tried to walk away from the light under me, but it was impossible. I'm stuck in the little circle that surrounds me.

"You know, you're wasting your time with him."

I hear a male voice. I can't say who's talking, or where it's coming from, but I can tell that it belongs to a man.

"I know but... I guess he's my puppy love."

The other voice is female. It sounds familiar, but I'm not sure who's talking.

"You're the only one that'll know this, so promise me-"

"I won't say anything, I promise."

There's another male voice; it's very different from the first. The female voice, however, is still the same.

"You're my light."

"And you're my moth."

There's a third male voice. Something tells me that I know who these voices are, but I still can't remember exactly who they are. However, the female voice is crystal clear now. It's me. And, because of that, I know who the last voice belongs to; there's only one person that calls me Light, and there's only one person I call Moth.

My friend, Gerard. I haven't seen him since before The Crash and I haven't been able to get in touch with him.

Gerard is a year younger than me, but he's my best boy friend. My other friends started calling him Moth because he was always around me and, well, that's how I became "Light". He always cared about me and I always cared about him as if he was my little brother.

"Gerard!" I start yelling his name to see if something happens. "Are you here?! Where are you?! Gerard!"

I see something moving with the corner of my eye, but I still can't go pass the circle of light that's surrounding me.

"Gerard!"

"You're the first girl friend that I've made here." It's the first male a voice I heard. It's getting clearer.

"I trust you." The second voice interrupts the first and now I'm confused. "After all, we're friends right?"

"Don't isolate yourself like that!" The first voice is clear now. It has an Spanish accent and I turn around to see its owner, but all I can see is pitch blackness.

"August?! August!" I yell. "Where are you?!"

The owner of the voice, August, is one of my recent friends. He moved from Spain and we immediately connected and became friends. His very wise and, now that I remember it, he always told me I was wasting my time with Max.

"I don't know what to do anymore." The remaining voice says one more thing and I can understanding it perfectly. This is Christ.

Christian and I have been friends for years. We studied together until the day we got split into different classrooms and that's when we started to get a little distant. However, during the summer of our 9th grade, we started talking again and it seemed like if we never stopped in the first place.