To the Brink of Darkness (Lesbian story)

Visitor

Chapter Six: Visitor

Sarah’s P.O.V.

The sunlight blazed through my blood red curtains, scorching the very film of my eyes. I try getting up and onto my feet, but I sway in weakness. Mornings are absolute hell, and if I had the choice, I wouldn't wake up until nightfall. The world of night is inconceivably the most dangerous place to be, even when it seems to be nothing out of the ordinary. That's the place I seem to belong, every other area causes me to feel out of place. 

Today is a new day, another chance for golden opportunities, or at least that's what I try to tell myself. Usually I'm never successful, but this time I have the inspiration to actually try. Not only am I doing this for Jason, am I veritably executing this for myself to find true happiness? Since I'd entered this town I'd felt a glimpse of something I had felt at one time. I'm still not exactly sure why I had suddenly taken a sip of what some call happiness. 

My eyes search around the room, not fully adjusted to the bright light streaming through the slightly opened curtain. With my eyes half closed, I nearly slide across the carpet, arms reaching towards the curtain. My fingertips catch on the ends of the curtain, sliding the fabric together to close off the shining light from coming in. My room grows dark, the carpet seeming like a black hole that consumes the whole bedroom. Maybe I should rest more, it is Saturday after all. 

The barren walls seem to trap me inside, acting as if they're going to close in on me until I suffocate. I walk over to my closet with the sliding door, opening it to find brand new clothes inside. When had Jason picked these up and how did he find the time to do so? I search through the many different band t-shirts and multicolored skinny jeans, finally finding a black and purple Muse t-shirt and matching jeans. My phone on my nightstand starts to vibrate violently and sing "Supermasssive Black Hole" with the same intensity.  

I race over to it, nearly toppling over a few boxes in the way. I pick up the raging phone, sliding my finger across the touch screen to answer.  

"Hello??" I say into the speaker of the phone with a groggy morning voice. No answer whatsoever. In annoyance, I pound my thumb into the end call icon. I place my outfit on the bed, changing into it as quickly as possible. When I'm finished dressing, I find my studded mid-calf boots beside my bed.  

Now fully dressed, I dash through my bedroom door, across the long hallway, down the staircase, into the living room where Jason sits comfortably on the couch. He looks up at me, acknowledging my presence with a small smile. I'd imagine he's worrying secretly in his head of the events that occurred last night. Most likely he's pondering whether or not we should abandon this town. The thought of leaving makes me cringe; it seems improbable to do so.  

"Good morning Sarah. I hope you rested well." Jason greets, patting the spot beside him on the couch.  

"Morning bro, how'd you sleep?" I reply nervously, coming over to his side. I know what he's about to say and I'm not ready for it.  

"Restlessly as usual. Sleep never comes well." He answers, his head falling into his hands. "I've been thinking about things the whole night and I'm really not sure what to do." His green eyes darken from distress, pleading for my moral support. 

"We'll figure it out, we always do bro. Besides, I'm tired of running away, it's time to stay and fight." I say encouragingly as I pat his shoulder.  

Jason straightens his posture, a confused expression on his face. "When did you start being so optimistic?" 

"Since now. . . I'm trying to keep my promise to you." I reply, my face filling with color.  

"There's something you're not telling me. You can't hide anything from me Sarah; I'm your brother you can tell me anything." Jason tells me, questions screaming inside his head.  

"It's nothing. . ." I turn away, avoiding his death stare, a look that always causes me to blurt the truth out.  

"Something changed your mind about everything. I'm not exactly sure what, but there's something different about you." Jason states as he searches every detail of my face for answers. 

Before I can even say a word, a knock comes from the front door, shaking me up as I gasp in shock. Jason and I exchange a glance, pondering who the visitor could be as we don't really know anyone in town. Together we stand up and briskly rush to the door. I make it there first, grabbing the doorknob and turning it as I pull the door open. My breath is on the edge of being taken away as I see who's on the other side of the door.