Forever Us

The boy next door

Chapter 7:  The boy next door

Two days after we received the note. I'd been aware of my surroundings. I'm even scared to go out. James and I have been communicating through text messaging.

"Can I come over?" he asked. I haven't seen him for two days and it felt like months.

"Sure." I replied back.

When we're together something bad happens but if we're not, my heart dies everyday. I know it's weird since I only met him like four days ago but our connection is so strong and pure. It scares me sometimes.

"I'll bring food." he suggested. I like him. I really, really like him. He knows me to well.

"Sounds great." I responded. I got up and dressed to look presentable. I put some lip-gloss and headed downstairs.

I heard someone knock. I was so excited that, I fell down the stairs. I moaned and groaned. It hurts! I think I dislocated my ankle. I can't stand.

"Anne?" James called.

"It's open. I can't stand. Come in." I replied. My ankle hurts.

He burst to the door and said, "Oh My Goodness! Are you okay?"

"Uhm, no?" I joked.

"Sorry." he laughed. He was laughing at me. I felt embarrassed.

"Are you laughing at me?" I snapped.

"Maybe. It's just that you forgot to zip up your zipper." he teased. I felt my cheeks burned. I looked down and saw that it was open.

"Shoot!" I yelled. "Don't laugh. This is so not funny." I glared at him. He stopped laughing for a moment and helped me to get up. We headed towards the living room for me to sit down.

"I'll get some ice. Where's your kitchen?" he asked. I pointed to the left and he nodded. He came back after two minutes. I saw him holding a tray full of food with a flower and a note.

"Oh!" I said in surprise. He placed the ice to my ankle. He's so sweet.

"How did you fall?" he asked while massaging my feet. I remember he's studying Medicine. I can't tell him I was hurrying to see him. He'll think I'm pathetic and desperate.

"I slipped." I lied. My eyes blinked twice every time I lie.

"Okay, next time be-careful okay?" he sighed.

"Okay. I'll do that." I mumbled. He kissed my feet!

"Gross." I snorted.

"I'm not complaining." he smiled. Oh, his smile. He lights up the room and I let myself laugh.

We talked for hours how are we going to deal with "K".

"I don't think seeing each other will do us good. I mean, every time we're together, something happened." I started. I thought about my vision of James covered in blood: dying. I closed my eyes for a moment and continued,"I'm scared."

"Sshh. Everything will be okay. Please don't say that. I can't." he looked away. I stood up and start walking, suddenly my ankle doesn't hurt anymore. That's impossible.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"What? Is there something wrong?" he asked but when he realized and saw that I'm jumping and stomping my feet, his eyes were filled with horror.

"How did--how?!" he wondered. I start running but I can't feel anything.

"I don't know." I shook my head. "What's happening to me? I'm a freak." I added.

"No. You're not. Maybe it was when I kissed it." he claimed. I thought about that possibility but that's just to impossible.

"What do you mean?" I wipe away my tears and look at him.

"When I kissed your feet, I prayed that you heal soon because I can't see you like that. It's hurting me too." he said.

"Hurting you? What do you mean?" I waited for an answer.

Since I met James, my life turns out to be a mystery. I'm a detective in my own life, looking for answers, clues, that will lead me to an answer or death.

"When I knocked earlier, I felt something. I knew then that something happened to you." he stared at me blankly.

"You can feel my emotions? What else can you do?!" I stepped away from him.

"Yes, I can. I don't know what else I can do. I don't know what you can do. I don't know what we can do." he said slowly. I came near him and hugged him.

"We'll figure it out." I replied.

"I don't even know myself anymore Anne." he stepped away from me. His eyes filled with tears."You're the only one that understands me. You're the only one who believes in me. Anne, I--". he began but before he can finished his sentence I cut him of.

"Sssh....I know. I understand." I feel sad or grief. It's not mine. Wait! I can feel his emotions and I can hear his thoughts."Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

He wipes his tears and says,"What? What is it?"

"I can hear your thoughts." I said excitingly.

"What do you mean?" he wondered.

"Think of something you want to tell me. Like you mean it." I suggested.

"Okay." he closed his eyes and BAM! I heard it. Like he was talking to me without saying anything. "What did I say?" he smiled.

"You said, you're afraid..." I closed my eyes and tried to hold my tears but I failed."You're afraid to lose me."

He brushed my tears away then closed his eyes.

"You do?" I looked up at him and he nodded. I replied, "Me too James. I love you too."

We have no idea when he'll strike, what he'll do or how he'll do it, but there's one thing I'm scared of; losing James.