The Sight

Chapter 3

Spencer came to pick me up from work. He came charging through the door like a bull. His emerald eyes gleaming wide and looking, seeking me out from my hiding place. I was quite cowardly hid behind the counter. The thing was still in the corner of the restaurant. The back of his grey, gravely head staring back at me. I couldn't take me eyes from it, I had to see it's every movement. Just incase...
Spencer had to physically step between my forceful stare and the creature. His eyebrows furrowed, the dimple on his chin becoming less apparent, the look of fear disappeared a little, only now leaving concern. His hair was a mess, sleep still in the corner of his left eye and he was wearing the outfit he had been in yesterday.... Night shift; he must have been working the night shift, so my early afternoon, was his midnight. "You were working last night?" My voice croaked and cracked, my confidence becoming even lower and nausea coming back to me. My voice didn't end on a higher note like it would have with a question, it was more a statement. He smiled slightly, the right side of his mouth curling up and opening, slightly, letting his teeth be shown. He automatically started to fidget with his hands. He always did it when he'd done something I would/am disagreeing with. He let a slight laugh go and his gaze stuck to the floor.
He had, he must be shattered, "Are you working tonight?", if he was I was going to punch him, he shouldn't be up, it was my fault he was up... Guilt hit me like a slap across the face, blush rising in my cheeks, my gaze falling to his hands. I felt stupid, I was stupid. All of this because I thought I saw a rock guy, I hated my brain, my condition, me.... Now, I may still see the rock guy from the corner of my eye, but it was just a really bad episode this time... It had to be. No one else saw this rock guy. Only me. Right? What if other people could see him and it was normal? What if this was a trick? What if this was a prank that had gone wrong? No. No one else could see him. They couldn't possibly see him. No....
Spencer was shaking my arm, quite vigorously. "Castiel? Are you alright?" His green eyes stained with worry. His beautiful face stained with worry. He's so pretty, I wonder if he's ever considered modelling, he would have told me, wouldn't he? I was supposed to tell him everything and he would do the same.... Yet I couldn't tell him everything...
"Uhh, yeah, I just blanked out I guess." I tried to pull of the lie by smiling slightly, the left side of my mouth tugging further north on my face. Then motion in the background caught my attention. The rock man. He rose from his seat and walked out, smirking all the way. I felt sick again. I wanted to vomit. Nausea hit me, my hand flying out to steady myself, dizziness kicking in and everything went fuzzy. Even sounds. "Spencer.." I couldn't see him, everything was a wave of colors, I needed him. My heart rate climaxed, I suddenly became extremely hot, sweating, I didn't know what was happening. I was scared. I couldn't hear a reply... I couldn't hear anything, just deafening silence. It was screaming at me. I felt tears stinging. I didn't like this at all. "Spencer!" This was more urgent, my vision had gone, I couldn't even tell you colors now. I was so scared. I couldn't see or hear. "Spencer! I can't see or hear! Spencer!" I had no idea if he could hear me, I knew my lips were moving, if sound was passing them or not I don't know.
About three different pairs of hands grabbed me. One pair grabbed my wrist and elbow of my right arm. The touch was soft but firm. Another pair had both my hands, this was just rough, the hands were callous and rather sweaty. The last pair was at my left hip and right shoulder, this was Spencer, or at least I had a 95% hunch it was. He usually guided me like this. At every surprise event for me, I would have to cover my eyes, this is how he would guide me. He traced the letter 'S' into my lower back, it filled me with warmth and hope, he was here, he was with me. I wasn't alone. Guaranteed, I couldn't see or hear, but I wasn't alone.