Resisting Sanity

Chapter 4: "Complicated Thoughts."

Chapter 4: "Complicated Thoughts."

"Marion looked deep into his sparkling eyes as she inhaled the smell of smoke from the blazing hot fire, leaning forwards before she could help herself and crashing her lips hungrily to his. Marion didn't want it, she craved it- and no matter how much his hands explored her body it just wasn't enough."

"You've always got your head in that damn book." Trevor blurted, causing me to jump in surprise rather violently.

Trevor just laughed. I think he found it rather amusing when he made me jump.

"Well, this damn book is pretty good, if I do say so myself." I retorted, trying to sound annoyed however the expression on his face made it very difficult for me to be serious- which was strange.. I'm normally a very serious person but ever since meeting Trevor, I can't seem to keep my voice stern. I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"If it's so damn good, why don't you read some to me." He suggested, moving from his bed to sit on mine.

I stared into his green forest-like eyes as they pierced through my soul, his brown hair falling into them.. Oh, how tempted I was to sweep his brunette locks to the side. Instead, I remained seated and gave him a pursed smile with a lazy shrug. "Ok, ..fine."

I turned the page back to a paragraph that I previously read, I was completely mesmerised by how beautifully worded it was and how much detail was used, I was so sure that this would win Trevor over and prove him wrong.

I nervously glanced at him as I used my right hand to flatten the page. He gave me a reassuring smile and my eyes returned to the page full of words in a black roman font.

"A sparkling twilight room, ..and a lavender coloured dress reaching Marion's knees. A white melting candle with a wild flickering flame, the strong gush of wind almost wiping out the light completely. Her long blonde hair hiding her pale face was no more, and instead tied back in a neat sophisticated bun." I cleared my throat.

"Marion fumbled with the heart shaped golden locket that hung from her neck by a weak matching coloured chain, glancing around the room to check everything was the way she wanted it. Though it seems every time she looked up from the brightly lit candles, she found something wrong with the decorations." I stopped myself when I felt Trevor shift on the bed a little closer. He tilted his head and bit his lip thoughtfully.

"It's decent." He concluded simply. "Can you expand on that?" I asked him.

Trevor huffed, as if I was asking him for the world. "Well I-.. There's a lot of symbolism used there." I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, there is."

I gave him a look, urging him to go on. He gave me a defeated laugh "Alright, ..it's not half bad." I shook my head at his pathetic attempt to act careless. Trevor saw my expression and shuffled closer, a devious smirk on his face.

Instinctively, I backed away from him, pushing hard on the white wall behind me with my back and cautiously placing my hands put in front of me.

Trevor lurched forward, tickling my waist and chuckling darkly to himself. A roar of laughter escaped my lips, unable to hold it down "Stop.. Trev-.. now!"

Trevor continued to tickle me as I gasped for air, trying to pry his hands away from my waist. After a minute he began to dig his nails into my sides deeply, pressing so hard that I could have sworn he drew blood. I let out a yelp of pain before pushing Trevor's hands away with as much force as I could muster. My 'forceful' push was apparently nothing to him as he didn't move a single inch.

The yelp of pain seemed to make him get the hint though, and he brought his hands away from me, an emotion on his face that I couldn't recognise. After a couple minutes went by Trevor stood up from my bed only to fall to his left straight onto his bed.

It was then that I realised how close his bed had moved near mine. I masked my uneasiness and turned facing the violet coloured curtain that had a pattern of wonky squares, a million questions whirling around in my head that I attempted to answer myself - however, to no avail.

After staring at the squares for so long and getting watery eyes I glanced down at my waist that had a strong throbbing pulse and pulled up the light blue hospital gown. I gaped at the three purple bruises forming. Oh my god, ..if Trevor's capable of giving me three bruises by the use of three fingers digging a little too hard I don't even want to know what else he could do. Hell, I knew he was more than able to snap me like a twig if he wanted to.

I felt my back straighten up as I heard a deep sigh behind me. "I'm sorry, Leah." He whispered.

I merely shook my head, silently telling him to stop talking to me and that his apology was no where near to being accepted. "I-I didn't mean it." Trevor stuttered, his voice shaking with what I detected as guilt. I let out a sigh of my own, my blonde hair falling into my face as the whole of my body ached.

"I know you didn't Trevor, just forget about it." I mumbled into the pillow, not once looking at him as I felt my eyes drift shut. "I can't forget about it if you don't forgive me." He whispered back in a somewhat stern voice.

I felt my eyes open to be welcomed back to the same boring hospital room. Wasn't that ironic? You go hospital to get treatment and become well but for some reason the sight, the smell and the taste actually made you feel a lot more nauseous than you started out.

I always hated hospitals as a child, though. I was constantly in and out of them all the time. I was a pretty clumsy child, I'll admit that.. But my mum would take me to the hospital even if I'd only scraped my knee off of the playground when playing with friends which in my opinion is way over the top.

I bit my lip. "I forgive you, Trevor. Go to sleep." I said as I glanced at the time on my phone which read 23:15. "I'll never hurt you Leah, I'll always be here for you." He continued in a soft murmur. I felt my heart beat turn frantic. He had only known me for three days and yet he was promising me that he would always be there for me. Honestly, I found the whole situation quite disturbing.

But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like how much he cared for me.