The Hidden

9

The soul that sees
beauty may sometimes
walk alone.
                   ~Unknown.

On one hand I find myself wanting to keep an eye on her every move. On the other hand I want to drain the life out of her. I want her by my side. But I also want to see her drowning in a puddle of her own blood. I want her tangled in my sheets and screaming my name. Clutching my sheets in her tiny fists while I pull her hair and leave her skin burning to my pleasure. I want to leave bites all over her body and make her knees shake till she can't breathe. But I wish she'd check into a hotel far from me. "Why are you so exceptionally beautiful?" I whispered longingly.

"What?" She said. I had not realized I spoke aloud. "I-I-I didn't understand what you asked you said it too low."

"Oh no I uh... was thinking aloud" I said as I got up from the table and ran my hands over my face. "Hell why are you doing this to me" I muttered under my hands

"She thinks she can just sit there and act the way she does. she is so fucking irritating and she constently messes with my head on purpose." I thought to myself. "FUCK!"

"AHH! Are you ok?!" I turned around and saw her in a corner her hands clasped together in front of her chest.

"Yeah. I'm great" I said running a hand over my hair. Should I go to her and hold her? I really wanna to.

But like a coward I didn't. Instead I muttered under my breath hoping she did not hear a sorry as I walked to my office and slammed the door.

~~~

Glass. Glass is what I heard being smashed coming from the room he went in. Every glass that smashed made me choke out a sob and jump. I needed to calm down, I was trying to but t-this is too much. I thought about that night during the thunderstorm. I slowly inhaled and exhaled, hiccuping in the process. I walked to the sink and slashed my face with water and dried my face after. A glass of water, yes that should help. I got water as quietly as possible then went to the other room. There I sat on my bed criss-crossed and played with my fingers while looking at my window.

Yesterday was so...I don't have a good word for it. But it made me warm. I thought...no I was beginning to become comfortable with Àngel. How stupid could I be. Besides I hardly know him, I blame it on-...
-if it wasn't for this-...
-ugh!
Come on Kira don't get angry you know what happens. You aren't in the area to be blowing things up accidentally or whatever else could possibly happen. Only the future knows that. I've been practicing how to get up a barrier for the mind link thing so Àngel can stop knowing what I'm thinking and picking at my head when he wants. I've also been trying to levitate.
I dropped the pillow over a hundred times. In the end it turns out it isn't as easy as they make it look on the Pine Sol commercial.

"Creeeak" the floorboards echoed. I quickly jumped under the sheets
Im surprised he lives here it seems old but modern and has squeaky doors and creaking floors. He must be out of his room. Just to be safe, I hid under the covers and closed my eyes slightly, breathing slowly so he believes I'm sleeping. I heard his feet hitting the floor and stoping in front of my room before continuing to its destination.
I've achieved something great. I wonder what he's doing. As if my mind was responding to my thoughts an image appeared in my mind of him opening my door. In which he actually was as I peeled my eyes open. His piercing blue eyes looking into my eyes a from behind his hair. He looked calmer.
The covers were up to my nose. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. He had a look of hatred behind his eyes. They looked nowhere near soft and inviting. I looked away first, down at the sheet I was laying on. Was he testing me? Was this a contest. I gripped the cover tighter in my fist and gulped. I could feel myself starting to sweat. Yet there was air coming through the vents. It felt like he was burning me with his glare. I felt hot everywhere. I looked back up at him coldly. Never thought I'd look at someone coldly before in my life. I guess today's the first. I saw his face slightly turn pale before quickly regaining its tan color. Now I felt like I was on fire and dehydrated. So I kicked off the covers and sat up looking back down in the process. Feeling defeated I got up and walked towards the door. Not a word came from me, not even an emotion, except relief when I entered the hallway and was greeted with air. He let me pass him with no fight thankfully. With a smirk on his face he watched me walk.

I sat at the table bar drawing figures into it. Anything to not have to interact with him if not needed. I still was feeling shaken up by him and his attitude problems.

"You've been crying haven't you " he said I sat thinking if I should just ignore him but came to the conclusion that would help to avoid last times incident. I meekly nodded.

"Im not gonna ask why. We can just sit in silence. He said while I sat there and listened.
He mumbled more things under his breath that I could not make anything of. The tone of it was... genuine. Like he said something he meant. But it's Àngel we're talking about...is he ever genuine?

So there we sat in complete silence. Me finger drawing and him gazing at me. Looking at me as if he was trying to figure out something. My thoughts wandered back to what happened in my room. Why'd he turn so pale? D-did I turn him pale? Was I using my- whatever this is I'm not sure it's a curse anymore - thing? Did he use his on me?

Of course he did! His entire demeanor said so and if I'm being honest. I tried to use mines on him and if it worked it would make sense for him to use his on me. It's only fair