Unique
Chapter 1 - Peter
As I've walked into the bathroom with my noisy flowery high heels and watched myself (with my curly dark hair over my long weaved gray coat) in the mirror, I've felt something was about to happen. I've been anxious and distracted for weeks and it felt like what has been disturbing me was finally going to take place. But instead of been more nervous, I was just calm and ready.
And that's how it always happens to me: I usually get anxious and distracted for days, sometimes weeks, and then suddenly it all goes away. And I can tell precisely the moment it happens, because I start to feel safe and at ease, and this time the moment was when I was crossing the bathroom on the mall.
So, just like all the other times, my sixth sense was mistaking, and nothing happened at the bathroom. I've got my car on the parking lot and left the mall normally. A light rain was pouring down softly and I wasn't too far from home when I've made a curve a little too fast.
The car slipped a little on the road but somehow I knew I'd be able to control it and I did. I guess I should have been nervous or something like that about it, but I wasn't. My peace of mind was back and until I get my anxiety issues back (and they would be back soon because they never stayed away longer than 3 or 4 months) few things on earth could really disturb me.
It wasn't very late when I got home and stepped out of the car to open the gate, but my parents must have been already sleeping because I couldn't see any light on. I didn't want to, but I've envied them a little - during my anxiety crisis (as I call them) it's really hard for me to get any sleep (when I do, I simply pass out of exhaustion into a troubled sleep without dreams) and even now that my anxiety was out I'd probably suffer at least two more nights of insomnia.
Anyway, now that I'm 23 years old, I can just spend my sleepless nights happily on internet, but when I was a bad-graded teenager, my parents used to make things a lot harder. And this is a top item on my 'Good Things About Getting Old' list.
When I was just getting back to my car after opening the gate, I've felt a pressure on my chest, suddenly breathing became something very hard for me to do. And that's surely a bad sign. There were times I've spent days unable to breath properly and I usually get a seriously bad mood when it happens. And what I mean is people get scared of getting near me when I'm like that. I've been told, it looks like I'll blow people heads off with a single look, and I suppose they're not lying.
When I've finally reached the car and grabbed the car handled, I've heard a voice whispering my name in my head. And that's something new, even for me. I've been half-crazy for my whole life, but I've never heard voices before. Not sober, at least.
- Sophie! - the male voice said again and this time I was pretty sure it wasn't in my head – I need you to call me in. Just call my name, please.
- But I don't... - I've started to say and I've realized somehow I knew what name I was supposed to call – Peter. - I've said and reached my left hand ahead waiting for his like it had happened many times before.
In the next moment, he was in front of me, with his bruised right hand laid on mine. He was a lot taller than me and looked very pale. His hair was short and a bit lighter than mine and his dark grayish green eyes, just like the ocean after a storm (because where I live, the ocean is usually emerald green), looked very tired and beaten up with black circles around them.
But unfortunately he wasn't the only guest that showed up on my sidewalk. We were surrounded by huge hooded man-like creatures. They were even bigger than Peter and I'd put him on my 'Very Large Man' list (yeah, I've got lists to almost everything and my psychiatrist is aware of that). Anyway, the eight things around my car were completely covered by black cloaks and I could recognize their heads, shoulders and arms under the dark blur fabric, but somehow I knew they were not humans.
