My Curse

Session 4

  I woke up to the smell of burnt rubber. It was so bad my eyes started to sting. I was feeling even worse that morning so it took all of my strength just to get up off the bed. Clinging to the wall for support and I made my way to the kitchen.

By the time I got there, fire alarms were going off and the room was covered in smoke. I had to quickly open up the back door and grab a towel to air it all out. When the beeping had finally stopped and the room was clear enough to see, the culprit opened his mouth.

"Do you want some eggs? They're still hot." He gave me a look of innocence that suggested he really didn't see all the smoke or hear the alarms. I glanced into his pan but instead of eggs there was burnt mush. I made a face at the smell and politely declined. I moved to the cupboards to find some good old fashioned cheerios.

With a bowl in hand, I balanced on a rickety chair trying to get the box from the top of the fridge. I stood on my tippytoes and leaned on the fridge for support. That's when the chair flew out from under me and I began to fall forward. I remember screaming, scared of the impact, and then all I wasn't moving anymore. I looked up and saw his face, it was glowing from the light behind him. I held my breath as he put me down. His arms flexed and his eyes shimmered. I forgot all about the pain, the mountain, and the murder planted in my heart. I forgot about everything and focused on him. I think I might have forgiven him in that moment had he not ruined it.

"You're so clumsy I don't even have to do anything and you'll get hurt." He smirked and walked back to his eggs. With those words all my disdain came back. I grabbed the cereal box that had fallen when I hit the fridge and ate my breakfast in silence, stewing in my anger.

When I finished my food I went to my room to start packing. I know I wasn't allowed help but that didn't mean I shouldn't be prepared. Little did I know the mountain had other plans for me.

I went about my packing while he stood in the door frame. I could feel him staring at me but I didn't flinch. His mind games wouldn't work on me. It was when I packed the first aid kit that curiosity got the better of him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, walking into my room. He went straight to my bed and made himself comfortable.

"I'm packing for a trip." I answered, not looking up at him. I was desperately hoping he could feel my hatred and annoyance.

"Well I can obviously see that. I'm asking where you're going." He sighed and flopped down in a laying position.

"We are going to go hike up a mountain." I still refused to look up.

"We? Are we finally going on a romantic getaway?!?" He squealed and threw his hands up in the air. I thought he was going to try to hug me but he hugged himself. I muttered 'typical' under my breath.

"It's not romantic." I answered flatly.

"You know I'm trying to have a normal conversation but you're ruining it." He jutted out his lower lip and whimpered.

"I don't want to have a conversation. I don't like you." I spit the words out as if they were vile.

"Oh I know you love me. You're probably due soon and that's why you're cranky." He said it so matter of factually I couldn't help but stare at him in shock.

"Are you serious?" The words spilled out before I could stop them.

"Oh calm down it's a natural part of life. No need to be embarrassed." He got up before I could correct him. He walked out leaving me staring at an empty bed.

"He doesn't really think I love him does he?" I just stared for a few minutes. I knew I was being dramatic but if he was serious that changed everything. It's easier to hate someone who hates you... It's easier to kill someone who intends to kill you first.