When the Stars Align

Can I Please Just Get Some Answers Already?

I have the same dream again, except this time there's two silhouettes heading towards me. As they get closer, I notice that one of them is the same black-haired boy from before, but the other one is the boy from the club with the silver streak. The dream continues as usual. The black-haired boy kills me again, but when I start falling into the darkness, I see the boy with the silver streak reaching for me. He grabs my hand and holds on tightly.

      The sky behind him changes to a blinding white color, but the emptiness surrounding me remains pitch black. The light and darkness seemed to balance each other out, but why I was in the darkness, I didn't know. Was I that horrible of a person? Somehow, my hand slipped away from the boy's and I was falling again.

     I wake up to the sound of voices. I'm only half-awake though, and I can't find myself to open my eyes. I leave them closed and try to concentrate on what they're saying.

"You shouldn't have brought her here, Will," says a female voice.

"I didn't have a choice, what was I supposed to do? Let her die?" says a familiar voice.

      It's the boy from the club. I guess his name is Will.

"If they find out, which they will eventually, you're going to be in huge trouble," says a new voice.

"I know they'll find out eventually, but for right now, it needs to be a secret, okay?" Will asks them.

"Okay, but you owe us one," the girl replies reluctantly.

"Thank you," he sighs in relief.

      I tried to stay awake to hear the rest of their conversation, but the darkness envelops me. I fall away into my dreams.

     My eyes flutter open as I awaken fully. Will is sitting in a chair beside the bed I'm laying in. He has dark circles under his eyes. He becomes more alert once he sees that I'm awake. I look around, but I don't see the other boy and girl that I had heard earlier. I'm in a small, bare bedroom with only a few pieces of furniture.

"You know, you really should stop watching me sleep," I say.

     Wills smirks. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," I say shortly, which is only partially true.

      First, I lost my dad, and then all this weird stuff was happening, and now my arm hurt like hell, so no, I wasn't fine, but I didn't say any of that.

"I brought you something to eat," he says nodding towards a bowl of soup and a piece of bread on a table beside my bed.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," I reply.

"You've been asleep for nearly two days and you're still burning up. You need something in your body other than poison," he said.

"I've been asleep for two days?" I said sitting up.

     I swing my legs off the bed and onto the cold hardwood. When I try to stand up, Will pushes me back onto the bed. He sits next to me.

"I need you to listen to me," he says.

"My mom is probably worried to death and I'm sure my friends are too," I replied.

"I know they are, but please, there's a lot I need to explain. Another 10 minutes won't make a difference," he says, his eyes pleading.

     I ponder it for a second. "Okay, but only for 10 minutes."

He nods with understanding.

"First of all, I'm Will, but I'm assuming you know that already since you overhead my conversation earlier," he says with a small smirk.