The Hidden

17

It is both a blessing
And a curse
To feel everything
So very deeply.

                        d.j

Day 12

Kira and I haven't interacted for three full days. In one more hour it will be four. I haven't been able to sleep and when I tried I was awoken by the vivid visions of my dead parents. I always found myself down in the basement beating another victim to the pulp, letting my anger out about everything. Only two died but Aurelian has yet to falter.
Akira still hasn't told me what's wrong. All she does is sulk around. I've noticed she tries to go eat when I'm not around. When we do catch each other we stare in each others eyes for a brief moment. All awkward like and tension filled air, then turn away back in our rooms. 

Our emotions combined like this is affecting the weather. Storms have been happening for the past two weeks or so. Flooding into houses back on the mainland. Water spilling over homes here.

But today that has to stop, I need it to stop. I desperately want to know what's happening with my baby. Did I do or say something wrong. Did our time spent laughing and kissing not mean anything to her at all. It damn sure meant something to me.
I'll force her to talk to me. But not with harm you don't want her afraid.
I turned the faucet in my shower off and walked out of the steamy bathroom. Pulled on my basketball shorts with the towel around my neck and walked out of my room. I took the elevator to my kitchen to make me something quick. Tea. It won't put me to sleep but hopefully it'll wear me out. After I made my Tea I threw my towel in the dirty laundry bin inside the elevator and stepped out. I could smell her near. I stopped and turned around to look at her face.

She was just about to turn back around but I caught her wrist in my hand.
"Can we talk? And before you say no. I know there's something going on and I'm not taking no for an answer." I told her

"Àngel...it's- I- Àngel" I wiped the tear from her eye and held her hand in mines. Her skin was smoother than when we first met. Running my thumbs over her knuckles reminds me of how so much has changed. Especially for me.

"L-lets—" I stuttered unusually. "Sit down with me Akira, please don't cry" I walked her to her room. It was a short one. My palm rested against the dip of her back, where her spine ends. We sat down on her sofa, my body facing hers to give her a sense of comfort. To show her that I was really listening.

"Talk to me... please" I begged her.

"Àngel...I'm sorry." She began slowly shaking her head. Her eyes shut tightly as she tried to take her hands from mines. "I-I just— just can you please leave. Now"

"You want...y-you want me to leave?" I asked baffled by her request. Pain struck my chest. I felt myself getting angrier by the second at it too. "You're not gonna say any fucking thing you just expect me to walk around here watching you avoid me? And I can't question anything about it! Huh?!" I yelled at her.

Standing to my feet I spat, "No Akira! You will talk to me even if I have to pry it from your mind one bit by bit."

"You know how that feels. Like someone is ripping out your spine, cutting you open repeatedly. I will break down every single one of your walls so it will become impossible for you to block me out again." I said to her now holding her body in my hands squeezing her arms. Fear flashed in her eyes. I looked down to her lips that were slightly parted.