Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

Never Felt This Way

Even though Lydia had gone back to her regular bubbly self, I could tell it was slightly forced. There was still a trace of fear in her brown eyes and I could see her shaking when she thought no one was looking at her.

I finally grabbed her arm and forced her into the library.

"Hey! What is your problem?" She jerked her arm out of my grasp and began rubbing where I had grabbed. I felt kind of sorry, and then I remembered that it was slightly her fault for bringing me to get this aggressive.

"My problem is that you are denying something happened! I just want to know what happened up in the attic. I got there, and you looked like you had just seen a ghost!" I was beginning to get frustrated with her vague answers.

She sighed. "Look, I really do not want to talk about it here. It is, too open."

I nodded and gestured towards my room upstairs. "After you."

She rolled her eyes, but began to head upstairs anyway. I quickly followed and after closing the door behind me, turned to face her only to find she had made herself comfortable on my bed. I sat down with my back against the wall and faced her. She then began to say what happened.

"I had seen a dim light shining from below a sheet in that area and I figured that was what the guy from earlier was talking about. After I pulled off the sheet, I saw these beautiful lights suspended inside the glass and I could not help myself. I picked it up and as I brought it closer to my face, I saw someone inside of it. It was a guy, and he looked.. Tortured. Then, he looked at me and I could have sworn his eyes flashed silver and that is when I dropped the ball."

She looked shaken just from that simple admission, and I could not make sense of what she had just said. "Wait. You are saying there was actually a spirit inside of the glass?"

She shook her head. "I do not know! All I really know for certain is that it scared me, and that is definitely not going to happen again. Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination, but I would rather not deal with it right now. Ok?"

I nodded and let her get out of my room without another word. I had seen the emotion in her eyes she was trying to blink away. Whatever had happened had scared her enough to confide in me, and I may not have been the kindest sibling, but I sure as heck was not about to let my sister down when she needed someone there for her.

I began my inspection in the attic. The pieces of glass were still exactly the way we had left them and the rest of the balls were still in the box. After what Lydia had told me, I knew I was most likely going to have to bring one of the balls up to my face to actually inspect it.

After making sure there were no other clues around, I finally grabbed one out of the box and held it up to the flashlight. A myriad of colors burst into the room, eliciting a small sigh from me. As I took it away from the light, the colors stopped and I suddenly felt the room was too empty. Shrugging off that feeling, I held up the ball to my face and peered in rather hesitantly. I could only see a dull yellow wave undulating across the space it was contained in. Although I checked from every angle possible, I could not see what Lydia was talking about.

I made sure everything got back in the correct spot and then began to clean up the broken glass in case someone else came through the attic. As I swept the last of the glass into the dustpan, a sudden urge to look through the largest piece took over me and I could not resist picking it up to see the big fuss inside my mind. But, when I looked through it, I gasped and quickly dropped the hand and the glass. My hand landed directly on the pile and I winced, feeling a few pieces catch on my skin and then dig deeper to the point that I could feel blood dripping across my knuckles and wrist. There had been a boy there. Black hair and piercing blueish grey eyes. He was pale. But, the thing that scared me the most was the look on his face. It was the same look in my nightmares. Possessive and feral.