Deadly Secrets

Chapter 8

I bolted up from my bed. I was drenched in sweat and my hair clung to my forehead. I took a few gulps of air and took in my surroundings. It was 1:00pm, no one was home and I was utterly alone. Maybe that was for the best. I didn't understand what was happening to me so I doubt someone else could figure it out. What was happening to me? Why did I keep having these strange dreams? What about Tristan? I had just met him and suddenly he was in the nightmare that scared me half to death. But everything is just happening recently.

Why is everything coming so fast, I can't, I can't…. I think I'm going to be sick. I ran to the bathroom and was barely able to hold back my hair as I vomited. Talk about your waste of food. I wiped my chin and looked at the mirror. It was fair to say I looked gross. I leaned across the sink to the point where my nose touched the mirror. "What the hell is going on?" I checked the clock once more. I had at least an hour before Jane came home. I needed to get out of this cage. My skin felt stiff, like plastic. I wanted so badly to just rip it off. My eyes felt like I was wearing contacts that shaded my vision. Something was wrong with me, very wrong.

I shrugged on a pair of sweats and locked the front door behind me. It was a long jog to the doctor’s office, but it felt like minutes. I don't know how many miles I ran, but I didn't even break a sweat. I walked into the grey building trying to hold my composure. "Excuse me?" A woman in her 40's looked up at me.

"My name is Eleanor Bast, I was hoping to see the woman who did my physical the other day." She rubbed her nose and started to type into her keyboard. She looked up at me again.

"The waiting room is over there." Crabby lady, who shoved a stick up her ass? I walked over to the magazine table. I picked one up and anxiously flipped through the pages. I swear I think my hand is actually shaking. I felt like an energizer bunny who had one too many carrots. My foot started to tap because of the train I was feeling trying to sit still. Why is it so hard to sit still? I took and deep breathe and tried to calm down. After running all the way here, I should be tired, or by the very least not so full on energy. I started to grind my teeth together. What the hell is happening to me? Was it the beer I sipped last night, maybe I got drugged. No it would have worn off by now. Then there was my feinting incident followed up by a weird episode on the history channel about ancient Egypt. Drugs don’t do that, at least I think they don’t. I looked up as the crabby woman from the front desk came in.

She wordlessly gave me a small piece of folded paper and went back to her desk. It was an address, and it wasn't too far. Okay so it wouldn’t be that far, if I drove there. Seeing as I have all this wonderful new energy that is driving me nuts, it might be best to take a light jog there. The run took longer this time because it was located in the Hills, but it still felt like minutes. It was a one story house that hung off the side of a cliff that looked over some very sharp and pointy rocks. In other words; Drop Off Point. Who on earth would live in a house that seriously looks like a death trap? I gulped as I walked up to the door and knocked. I heard some movement inside and the door creaked open slowly. Ms. Crazy looked at me through her reading glasses,

"You’re late." She moved to let me in. How can I be late if I didn't even know where she lived until a few minutes ago? She house was quaint. But over-all it looked like a massive library full of cats. I'm pretty sure the number she had exceeded the legal amount your allowed to have. "Take a seat." She gestured to some chairs around a small coffee table and disappeared into what I think was a kitchen. I sat down to only have one of her cats jump on my lap.

I started to scratch his ears; the sound of his purring relaxed me. His fur was soft and he smelt like cherries. Wait, why would a cat smell like cherries? I bent down and took a whiff. Yup, this cat definitely smelt like cherries. Ms. Crazy came back and set a tray of tea and cookies on the coffee table. She poured the golden mixture into each cup. The aroma filled the air; it was a combination of honey and lemon. She took the cat off my lap and traded him for the cup of tea. I brought the cup to my lips and sighed. It made my whole body relax, and helped me feel normal again.

"This is delicious." She took the chair opposite of me and set the cat on her lap.

"Its Sky's favorite." She gestured to the cat and smiled. And here I thought if she smiled her face would break like glass. I took another sip.

"I apologize for coming unannounced and for the way I acted the other day." She smiled at me this time.

"It’s quite alright, you reacted the way any other sane person would." The way she spoke and the smile on her face made her seem much older, more fragile and wise. I could see her making cookies with a grandchild in the winter. "So, why are you here?" She asked pleasantly while stroking the cat named Sky.

"I've been having these dreams lately, and today my whole body just feels off."

"And why did these things make you think of me?"

"Well I had a dream, about the one you mentioned that day. That person you mentioned that had a close resemblance to my last name." She set Sky on the ground and folded her hands in her lap.

"Do you not trust yourself to say her name?" I looked down at my hands and she sighed.

"Well I'm not exactly sure what you want me to tell you." Adrenaline kicked in then.

"I want you tell me what's going on with these dreams and my body. Why is all this happening now? How come a run that should have taken me hours only felt like minutes? And why does that cat smell like cherries?" She started to laugh a bit while Sky jumped onto my lap again.

"Well I highly doubt the way Sky smells is very important, but I understand what you’re saying." She relaxed into her chair. "But before we go any further you must understand something. Once knowledge is given it cannot be taken back and it follows you throughout your entire life. Furthermore with that said you also have to be willing to accept everything I'm about to say." I looked down at Sky who was looking up at me; it was like his eyes were saying 'What have you got to lose.' I looked back at Ms. Crazy and inhaled deeply,

"Tell me."