The Droplet Curse

8

The guilt rushed through him as heavy howling sobs left his mouth, tears streamed over his cheeks and he throws his glasses away.

Pushing his head into the bed in front of him where his friend is laying silently. "It's all my fault!" James shouts into the bed which creates that the words can't be recognized.

Immediately he stops to touch Steve's fingertips, no stroking..

Anxiety appears and James backs away. "It..It's my f-fault S-Sach-Sacha died... it-it's my fault yo-you're d-dying.." James looks at his hands vibrating heavy over the complete breakdown he gotten himself into.

He sits down onto the ground as he feels fuzzed because of the tears. He pulls his knees up and wraps his arms around, pushing his head in his arms and knees and cries uncontrolably.

'It's not your fault..' a ladies voice echos in his head.

"Great... I'm gettibg paranoid just like Steve." James mumbles through his sobs.

'No.. it's me.. Please calm down... You never killed me...' the voice says.

James lifts up his head "Sacha...?" He whispers looking around but seeing nothing.

Even more hurt he places his head back between his arms and knees. "You're not real..." James sobs. His skinny body making shocking moves all along.

'I'm not meant to talk to you-'

"Then Stop." James interrups.

'-But you need me.' the voice says.

"I.. I don't believe you-you're real.." James stutters broken.

'James...' There is sadness heard in her voice. 'Please calm down for me.'

James shakes his head, making his messy dark hair even more messy.

'You didn't mistake anything. I.. I wanted to talk with you before, but there are rules.. the dead should never meet the living, but you need me... I've been watching you for the past 5 months... You're not looking after yourself... Where is the mathematic nerd I know?' Sacha says. her voice echoing in the silence of the room.

James shrugs quietly, sobbing but still listening.

'Take a deep breathe and use your brain again, you're the smartest guy I've ever met and I know, you know that you need to move on. Please look after yourself because nobody can do that for you. I can't, Steve can't. Those things are your problems and you have to face them.. it can't be solved with not eating, giving up with life and stopping you from doing maths. I love you, the old you... not this who suffer.' Sacha sighs. 'Please James..' she asks.

James is silent.

'James..' Sacha asks but he diesn't react. 'James please... I can't handle it to see you like this, it hurts me...'

"I can't move on." James whispers.

'You have no choice...' Sacha says. Stroking James shoulder.

James lifts his head, looks at his shoulder where he feels the well known fingertips but not seeing them. He places his head back between his arms. "I'm paranoid." He whispers, closing his eyes.

Silence remained. No words from Sacha responded, just her strokings onto his shoulder.