“Please Blaire, stop fussing. I know its hard. I know that memory must hurt. Trust me. I want to kill him for doing that to you. “ He said.
“For sparing me? For not killing me along with the others.” I snapped back. He just stared at me with this sad, cold look in his eyes then looked down.
“For making you live through hell just because you didn’t die. For making you wish it had been you that deserved it, you who should have died. For making everyone turn their backs to you and want you to disappear just for being there. For living. It’s not fair.” He muttered.
I sat there for a moment and watched him as he continued to talk. Everything was still feeling blurry and Max’s voice was just a faint noise in the distance as my ears started to ring. I set my forehead down again my palm and closed my eyes. My head was pounding and all I could think of was that little boys eyes. They seemed so familiar. Cold. Blood thirsty, but something else as well. He had something else there. Want? Need? I tried to think of the eyes again, remember them closer. Remember the details. But all I could feel was me slipping more and more into the distance, everything fading away and into the darkness. Like, almost a daze. I feel dizzy still.
“Blaire?” I hear out of the darkness. I’m standing there. In the middle of a black room. I think it’s a room. I cant really see anything. “Blaire!” I heard again, a little louder. Who is that? Max? It couldn’t be him, but it strangely sounds similar to him, but with a higher pitched tone, softer almost. Different. “BlAIRE!!” the voice screamed again. “What?” I said back lightly. But nothing, just silence. I turn, trying to see whoever’s calling my name. I turn again, I can’t tell where it came from or where it is now. Who was it. Where are they? I turn, one more time.
There’s a little boy, I think. He’s standing in front of me. Pale as a ghost. I can see his skin in this darkness. He had his head tilted down. His hair covering his face. “Hello?” I say softly while staring at him.
“Why are you here Blaire?” He says quietly. He has the same voice I heard earlier. Was he the one speaking to me?
“I..I don’t know. Can you tell me what’s going on?” I say.
“I HAVE TO PROTECT YOU!” he screamed while still looking down. It oddly didn’t scare me, just surprised me. He didn’t seem scary, which was calming in a way. Then I realized who he was. It all fit together. Something I had a weird feeling was true but tried to deny in my head, something I pushed back far because it was so wrong I couldn’t bare if it was the truth. He was the little boy from the park, the one who killed all those innocent people. Who spared me.
But not just that, he was someone I knew.
