The Day {Not official title}

Chapter 5 Secret? {Rion}

Chapter 5: Secret? {Rion}

            I woke up with a huge headache. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t; Dan was on top of me. That was probably the luckiest day of my life. We got this close to each other twice in one day! As much as I hated to, I had to shake her awake. She sat up slowly, “Sorry, I – I blacked out. Are you okay?” I smiled, “Yeah I’m okayyy,” my voice vibrated a little at the end because I was….scared. Before you judge, let me tell you why. I nearly DIED when she opened her eyes. Her eyes had lime green irises with bright red pupils stretched from the top to the bottom of the irises. They were beautiful. I couldn’t help but smile. “What? Wait, what time is it, how long have we been here?” she panicked. Then I finally said, “Look at your reflection. In the water, you’re beautiful.” I could tell that she didn’t think she was beautiful, but girls can’t accurately judge themselves. It’s too much for them.

She let out a high-pitched scream that caused the still surface of the water vibrate. She started yelling and panicking, “AHHHH!!!! Oh my god, I can’t go anywhere looking like this, if I go to school like this, people will call me a freak, and that is NOT the first impression I want to make. What’s dad going to say? He’ll be so mad at me. And you! Oh god why didn’t I just-” I cupped my hand over her mouth. It was almost six and we were still in here.

There was a staff meeting in the teacher’s lounge at seven so we had to get out of there quick. My hand over her mouth seemed to have calmed her down. I handed her the towel, “I’m dry…? How is this possible, I mean I couldn’t have been asleep on you long enough for the water to evaporate. And I DEFINITELY entered the water.” She’d started it. It had begun. That was truly the best day of my life. A definite milestone in both our lives.  But there was lots of trouble ahead, which she was not yet prepared for. She would have to be ready very quickly. I’d have to notify P soon.

            She started crying on the floor, the tears coming from those “deformed” eyes added a slight sparkle to the already perfect eyes. I couldn’t stand her. Too perfect. I hugged her and lifted her from the ground, “Let’s go home, the staff have a meeting at seven and it’s six fifteen.” She nodded, “I don’t want to walk yet,” she leaned on me. She’d be heavier, but not heavy enough to weigh me down. “Okay, let’s go.” She climbed on my back this time, like we used to in elementary. “Put these on first, I don’t want your beautiful eyes to draw any attention to us,” I handed her the sunglasses. It ruined her look, but it was safer that way, “Not like there’ll be people on the streets, but just to be on the safe side,” she said.

Half way to her house, I could tell she fell asleep because her head was on mine and her arms weren’t wrapped around my neck killing me. Kinda thankful, I knew she’d fall soon so I carried her the way I did running into AA. Her eyes had changed back to normal. Good thing too, because we were halfway to her house and we don’t need any trouble from Uncle Phil. She looked so much better now that she wasn’t dying, but she was still beautiful before too.

It wasn’t long before we reached her house. Uncle Phil wasn’t home yet, which was good, he comes home every day at six forty-five meaning we were early. I woke her up gently and put her down. We both walked in the house, the strong scent of her air freshener hitting me like that blow I took by the pool earlier. It wasn’t unpleasant though. As soon as she came back from checking her eyes in the mirror; “Well that was a crazy dream, huh? And thanks again, I owe you a lot,” she hugged me and punched my arm playfully. I couldn’t hold back a grunt.

“What happened?” she had to ask.

“Nothing, just a small bruise. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” I smiled; I knew that smile would prove that I was fine, but something wasn’t right with my smile-she didn’t buy it.

“I’ll be right back, don’t leave yet!” she ran up to her room and didn’t return until a long time. During the time, I crushed the water bottle next to me and the water, all of it, ran up my arm to the bruise and healed it. Yeah I’m special, but we all are in our own way. I sent the remaining water into one of the hanging plants next to me. Danica came running down the staircase and put her kit on the kitchen counter. I walked over.

“Okay, take your jacket off and let me see your arm,” she opened her kit and dumped it on the table. More came out of the small box than anyone would think could’ve been packed in it. Then again, she’s a girl and that’s their thing. I did as I was told, but there was no bruise there.

“What, where’s your bruise? There was one, you wouldn’t have grunted of you didn’t have one.”

“I told you, it was nothing, I also told you not to worry about it. I’m fine, like always. Besides, who carried to and from AA? Right, I did,” I said while slipping my jacket on. I tried to play the smart one but something was telling her that there was a bruise. I bet it was her instinct. Your instinct rarely lies to you, and I like that she has that. But I couldn’t tell her my secret. Not yet.

“But you-” she was cut off again by the sound of Uncle Phil’s car, “Ugh, ok go. Now,” We had this procedure we went through and it was time to launch it, once again.

Our cue is the sound of Uncle Phil’s car pulling in the driveway. She runs and kicks her shoes off in the garage while I’m in the kitchen heating up her food in the microwave and putting all her stuff back in the first aid kit, which took lots of time and I tossed it under the kitchen table.  And when she comes back, she opens the window in the back, runs into the kitchen, and sets the table while I slide the plate of food towards her seat and she catches it, sitting down and taking a bite of food while I escape and go home through the window she opened. And now the explanation: Uncle Phil doesn’t like me in the house after 3 pm because we’re both young and young people are “stupid idiots”. He doesn’t like shoes on the carpet, it irritates him. Uncle Phil wants Dan to be eating by the time he gets home. Danica opens the window in a certain way that when I close it, it doesn’t make any noise.  We had successfully completed the procedure, once again.