Your Heart

Chapter Thirteen

My eyes flutter open like a butterfly opening its wings for the first time. I stay lying down, trying to collect my thoughts. I suddenly jump up from my lying position as the memories come rushing back like a storm in the sea. Abel was trying to help me..? Why did he do all of that then? I should speak to him, but I feel like he would freak out. I should cut myself off. It's impossible for anything to work, anyways. I contort my body, placing my bare feet onto the warm wood floors. I stand and make my way to the door. Inevitably, I hesitate, by hand on the knob. I make a final decision, and start to open the door.

The door begins to open too fast, though, so I slam it back closed. I place my hand on the door and can feel Abel's energy. He must have fallen asleep on the door. But now, his brain is starting to show less activity. He's waking up. I sprint back to my bed, jumping under the covers as the door clicks open. I stay still as I hear some shuffling from behind the door until eventually, it slows. The door makes a soft click as it is opened, and I feel a soft breeze run down past my sheets as it is softly closed behind them. My body stiffens as I visualize the room, Abel watching me, the ceiling fan humming, and a sense of deja vu washing over me.

My shoulders jump only slightly as I feel a bottom corner of my bed get weighed down by an entity I can't yet face. I hear his soft, yet stressed breathing as we stay, completely frozen in place. He pulls in a sharp breath, almost as if many tiny needles were stabbing him from the inside until he speaks with a voice so shaken I lose a sense of anything else. "Phe... you're losing your grip. I know it's not your fault, but I can't handle myself anymore. You're in here hurting, but I'm too afraid."

He sits, waiting as his breathing gets more and more erratic. After a few drawn out and emotional minutes, he stands, slowly stumbling toward the door. My body seems to pull me out of my capacity of normal, and suddenly, I am defying any laws of anything I ever thought I wanted.

I jump up, tearing the covers off of me and running to him, hugging him from behind. Before he can even react, I bury my face deep into his back.

He whips his head to the side and looks to see me, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face. My brain finally starts realizing what is happening, so I let go. He turns, but as he reaches out, I run to my bathroom, closing and locking the door.

He walks up to the bathroom door, stopping midway and pacing the room. I can tell he's thinking about what to do. I pull my legs to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and burying my face into them. I hear his walking slow, and he closes the distance between us. My breathing goes haywire, like every time I try to breathe it's another hand wrapping around my neck until I gasp for one more breath. Outside of that door, I can feel Abel's entity. He feels familiar, like many moons ago I had met him, but that doesn't make sense. The last thing I hear from him is him trying to whisper something, until I tune him out, squeezing my eyes shut.

When I open my eyes, I look around to see a spacious feeling room... one that strangled me for years. I tried for years to forget this place... but to no avail, as I'm still choked by the memories I hold here. The white walls, desk, bed, floor and even lamp made me feel like I was the only colorful thing in a world of sad, sterile things. My dark skin and white hair always caused me to pop out of a crowd, especially with my family. Suddenly, the room flickers and the true reality of what the room became caused me to have to blink, and adjust to the drastic changes. Looking to the right wall, behind the blood splattered glass wall, was the boy that used to keep me company. I used to try to use anything I could to break the wall.

I stood up from my bed, walking over to the door until we were both standing in front of each other. "Is that blood on your walls?" The boy asks, sounding very extatic.

"Yeah," I say, sitting down.

He sits down on his side of the wall, and continues to ask all sorts of questions about me. Through his questions, I find that he is not sane. All of the questions he asks are very morbid and hard to understand for most. But not us. The things we spoke about were just for our ears. Not like anyone else would listen to us anyway.

After that day, the boy would come to my door every day, and we would sit in front of each other, talking.

I open my eyes, and my head is reeling. What was that thing that I just remembered? Who was that boy...? What about the time I spent at the hellhole of a hospital is important now? As I continue to ponder, something in my mind clicks. I understand, but my heart beats faster with every second. This can't be...

My thoughts are interrupted by loud pounding on the door, along with Abel's voice. "Phe! Please, it's been an hour... Are you okay? Please come out."

I sick in a deep breath, and slowly stand, turning to face whatever might happen when I open that door. I slowly, for a agonizingly long time, twist the small notch to unlock the door. As soon as it clicks, the door flies open...