An Endearing Summer

Chapter 2

I woke up to a lingering haze that blinded any memories of my life, and for a couple second the world was blank as my eyes adjusted to the light streaming in threw the blinds. Suddenly all the objects and color fit together, and I realized that I was in my very best friend’s room. I winced at the slight pain in my eyes, and groaned feeling strangely achy.

 What was going on? I slowly and with some determination pulled myself into an upright position, and I rubbed my tired eyes before I tried to assess the situation. I released my peepers, blinked a couple times, and looked around a bit. It was Violet’s room sure, but there was something off. As the grogginess slipped from its place in my brain the answer was starting to come to me…

AH! All the bright pinks that normally littered her cave were now Emerald blues. I looked closed and at last understood that all the photos that cluttered her wall were of strangers instead of her many colorful family members as per usual. Slight panic nagged at my head, I mean she couldn’t have changed everything overnight right? But it looks so familiar, was this some kind of joke?  What was Violet pulling now? I swung head down to look where on an average day I knew she would be; right next to me.

I saw the identical dark hair except it was way too short, covering a face that was far too long and strong to be my petit friend. Now I was defiantly losing it. Swiftly I gazed over the rest of the warm body that lye next to me, and in place of the small and curvy teenaged girl that I’d become accustomed to sharing this small bed with, I found a large framed,  muscular bodied, and  shirtless teenage boy curled up on the outside of the twin bed.

I heard myself scream before I realized it was me.

I was on my feet faster than a fangirl who was saw her otp. My mind was a mess, but somehow I found myself flying through the familiar apartment, and hurtling myself into the slight bathroom. I turned quickly and locked the flakey golden knob. I had to think; what in God’s name was going on?

I caught a glimpse of myself in the old spotted mirror and I looked exactly the same in the face, but my clothes were a bit odd. I was wearing an old boy’s sweat pants and loose fitting old school spirit tee shirt I was sure I’d seen the football players wearing at one point. Nothing about me had changed but it felt like everything else had. Who was that man? Was he dangerous? Had he kidnapped me? HAD HE CHANGED MY CLOTHES?

A thousand thoughts flooded my conscious and I had to sort through all of them, fast, because for all I knew that guy was risky and he wanted to skin me alive then eat my entrails in some sick cult ritual-okay I needed to stop watching so many horror movies-but the point was I had to accelerate my speed. I paced back and forth my feet on auto as I replayed the last days events with some trepidation. My last memory was of that stupid shop, and had that women...said my name? So she knew me, was she some kind of stalker? Then that man, was he someone she paid to chloroform me and take me somewhere? Was this house just looking like Violet’s a coincidence?  Panic was rising in my throat and my breathing became ragged, I’d never thought something like this could happen to me.

But wait, not just me; Violet too.

A cold piercing shot of fear flashed threw me, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I could something happen to me; I’d find a way through it, but not Violet. Had they killed her? I began shaking and dropped my upper half onto the sink; what was I going to do? I felt like I was going to have a panic attack, so I attempted to force myself to breathe slowly and just relax in this awful situation.

I was bursting with dread, but in the back of my head a less realistic idea was starting to form as I got my bearings; one that would mean Violet may be okay. I don’t know if it was wishful thinking or what but it had been true I would be less freaked out.

That was a physic shop right? Well what if she’d done something I don’t know physicy-and I was okay. I mauled over the thought, but decided it was impossible.

“Crap Skye, what was that about? I was sleeping.” A deep rolling voice mumbled sleepily from the other side of the door. I shot back violently; he knew my name too?  I ignored the new worries I had and hurried myself, I mean I had less time than I thought. I scanned the bathroom for something rather sharp to protect myself. I spotted a razor settled on the edge of the tub and rushed towards it.

“Not going to answer me? Fine then I’ll just assume you woke up and were so dazzled by my dashing good looks you came to the realization that you were gay and ran away in shock. Don’t deny it handsome, it’s meant to be. “He whispered in a voice that if it were any other situation I would call sexy and a bit cocky. In that second though it just left me confused, why I be gay for a guy if I was a girl? And why was he speaking like he knew me?

Urrrrgrhhh! It didn’t matter! I was going to get out of there, that’s all I could think about. My quivering hands worked to break the safe guard so I could just slice and dice.

“Okay okay, I’ll admit that was a bad one it just didn’t flow like it should. I’ll work on it though, sooooooo please talk toooo mmmmeeeee.” The previously calm and collected man whined out. I had half of the plastic off and I was so ready to be done, but I just couldn’t help be so damn curious. What was up with this guy?

“Wait are you seriously questioning your sexual orientation? Did I hit a raw nerve, is that why you’re not speaking to me? Look I love you it doesn’t matter if you’re a gay or straight man!!!” He said, as I snapped the last bit of plastic, and I flew at the door. I was so very confused but all of this was too weird and I had to get out of there. I never ever wanted to result to violence but I would do it to live.

As soon as the door swung open I saw a body, I didn’t look close, I just lunged forward with my feeble hand grasping the razor handle so hard my knuckles must’ve turned white. I didn’t know what I was aiming for, but it was something, anything I could get. I was just so scared and I had to get out of there and find Violet.

“I’M NOT A MAN!!” I screamed as the male jumped easily to the side. I vaguely remember thinking he must have nice reflexes before I lunched my second attack.

“DAFUQ SKYE?” he shouted before I felt a tight grip on both of my wrists. I began thrashing about in a flurry trying to get away, and very soon on I realized it was no use but my body wouldn’t stop.

“Skye, please please clam down. Just look at me, everything’s alright it’s just me; Veck.  I’ve been your best friend for years! Remember we met in French class? Your girlfriend broke up with you a couple days ago, you came here yourself to see me.” He rushed out in a calmer strong voice that reminded me of the one I’d known for such an extended time and had always reassured me in my many trials- it was simply deeper then.

And French class? All of a sudden the images of freshman year came rushing back with Violet and I sitting next to each other, bonding over something so trivial that I couldn’t even remember. Then I realized that the similarities kept coming . The room looked like Violet’s too, just a different color, and I had come over to be comforted about my girlfriend? Did he mean my boyfriend? Plus the man had all of Violet’s features such as hair and skin color, just in masculine form.  I lifted my head only to be met with something beyond my comprehension.

I was all of a sudden gazing into bright, worried green orbs touched with rainbow flecks. I was frozen, because I knew those eyes. They glimmered with the history I was sure we shared, the long nights talking about things we could never say in the day light, the numerous laughs we’d inspire in each other, and the future events that I knew would come along if we could just remain friends in this harsh world.  

Even the face around it was parallel to my most treasured friend. I dropped the blade, and just stared uneasily at this strange creature, my mind dazed with questions and astonishment. I noticed this Veck guy’s eyes go wide and I wondered if mine mirrored his. If he was just as consumed with inquires as I was. Veck’s large hand let mine slip ever so slightly from his hold. We gazed  for an instant before I finally came to a conclusion.

Was this man Violet?