It's maddening.
I've lost count of the days, the time. There are dark circles under our eyes, anger in our acts, sadness in our voices when we calm down. Grocery shopping is still necessary, so me and Seán go together in fear that one of us goes out of their mind and does something stupid. We've never hurt each other, but we might hurt others. As we were having dinner for the first time that week, he started talking in a completly different language, I recognized as Latin.
"Hey" I remember my voice was almost a murmur. Next thing I know, a glass was thrown out of the table and into the wall, smashing it to pieces, the knife in is hand stabbed the table, his hand almost white with the hold on the knife. "THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!" he screamed.
My mouth hung open, my eyes wide with fear, my body was trembling. Not because he screamed at me, or because he was being so violent and scary, but because his eyes faded to black as he screamed. No, not completly black, just the right eye. His left eye however, the white part of it was pure bright green, his once beautiful icy blue iris was now crimson red. "Seán... Yo-your eye" I said, my voice was cracking and wavering.
After our dinner, and once his eyes went back to normal, we went on a walk since we both needed a breather. It wasn't a nice walk. He keeps haunting me, like a ghost. It's like... when you look out of the corner of your eye and you feel like you see someone, or when you feel watched and look behind you but there's nobody there. It leaves you uncomfortable and anxious. That's what was happening to me the entire walk. Not just that but since we met those guys. I looked behind me several times and for a split second it seemed like I could see Mark's silhouette, so I would grab on tighter to my best friend.
I've never been so confused and frightened for us. My life is in shambles.
