I spy with my little eye (Sequel to 'Invisible')

Chapter 20: I'll watch you

Luke's POV

I arrived home, parking my car in front of the house. There I stayed seated for a while. I wasn't looking at anything or waiting for something, I was just thinking. Lately, that's all I've been doing. Thinking about Willow, about Blair, about how life went for us. I let it all happen, and now I can't change it.

But I can find Willow, I have to find her.

I got out of the car and entered my house. I let out a deep sigh as I realized I was all alone in this big house. Alone... I hate this.

I looked at the tv but didn't feel like watching it. I then locked everything downstairs and made my way upstairs. I passed by Blair's room, part of me wanted to check it out. I wonder if that window is open...

I slowly opened the door, checking for that window and then noticed it was open. I gulped.

I walked to it and then closed it again. In doing so, I felt chills going through me. I had an odd feeling, and I hated it.

I hurried out of Blair's room, I didn't like the atmosphere in there. I walked to my room and closed the door. I sighed before turning around to face my room and then gasped.

"Took you long enough."

I gulped. "Willow."

She smirked.

"What are you doing here?" I walked passed her, going straight to my bed. I went to lay underneath the sheets, I think I was looking for some comfort, some protection. "At this hour."

She shrugged while she made her way to my bed. She then sat down on my bed and just kept looking at me. "I felt like seeing you."

I slowly looked down.

"I knew something had happened," She started to which I looked at her, did she know more? "With your friends, maybe?"

"H-how do you...?"

She smiled, realizing she was right. "I know things, Luke." She then rearranged her position on the bed, sitting in a more comfortable position. "So, why don't you tell me about it?"

I shrugged.

"Come on, I'm a great listener."

I raised my eyebrows. "You are?"

She nodded. "Blair always felt better after she talked to me."

I huffed. "And then you made her cut herself, great help."

Willow didn't seem pleased. "It was a way to make her feel better."

"That's not helping, that's hurting her!"

"Ok," She put up her hands up, as if protecting herself. "Let's just change the subject." She then put her hands back down. "What happened to you today?"

I sighed. "My friends are stupid."

"Finally!" She then smiled. "Took you long enough to realize that."

I looked away.

"Your friends are indeed stupid. But also insensitive, ignorant and mean."

I kept looking away, she didn't understand either...

"But that's not all of it, is it?" She asked to which I looked at her. "You feel misunderstood. You feel alone." How could she know this?

"I do." But I don't mind, I needed someone to talk to right now. Someone who'd listen, someone who'd believe me. 

"How come?"

I shrugged. "I just feel like... Like they don't want to listen to me." I looked at her, seeing her nod. "I told Rachel I spoke to you, first she was excited but then she basically told me I was going crazy."

"Why would she say that?"

I shrugged. "They think it's impossible that I see you," I sighed. "Because you're Blair's imaginary friend."

Willow nodded. "When people don't understand a certain thing, they tend to dismiss it or ignore it. Or they might label it as something completely different, but at least they'll be satisfied."

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Your friends don't understand how you can see me because you're not supposed to, right?" She started to which I nodded. "So instead of actually trying to understand this situation, they dismiss it."

I sighed deeply and looked away. "I figured."

"How does it feel?"

I looked back at her.

"How does it feel now? No one's listening, no one's trying to understand you and you're left behind with a terrible feeling of loneliness."

I looked down, nodding. I knew exactly why she was asking that. "I made so many mistakes." I sniffled. "I should've been there for her."

"Yes, you should have." She sighed. She got up and walked around my room while I was sniffling and feeling sadder by the moment.

"I'm sorry."

She looked at me. "You don't have to tell that to me."

"I can't say it to Blair," I felt tears roll down my face. "She can't hear me."

She nodded. "It's ok," She walked back to me. She took a tissue and then started wiping my tears away. It felt good, it felt calming. "I'm here for you now."

"Why?"

She put the tissue away and seemed confused by my question. 

"Why would you be there for me? I was horrible to your girlfriend."

"True," She nodded. "But I feel how sorry you are."

"You feel it?" I gulped. "How?"

She smiled. "That's a story for a different time." She then took a hold of my hand. This was the first real evidence, to me, that she was real. She took my hand, she was able to hold it. Ghosts or imaginary friends wouldn't be able to. "I'm here for you now, when you need me, think about me. I'll come."

"R-really?"

She nodded. "I won't leave. Promise."

I had mixed feelings when she said that. I was glad that I had someone, someone who had been very close to my sister. Someone who seemed to know how to deal with problems. I felt understood. But at the same time, I was afraid and worried. Because I knew what she had done to Blair. She pushed Blair to extremes, and I know she'll try it with me.

"Get some rest now," She pushed me down and then put the sheets over me. She caressed my head while I just looked at her. "It's ok, go to sleep. I'll watch you."

I then closed my eyes, even though I didn't want to. I just did. Something about her made me feel safe, I felt intrigued by her. And I knew I had to tell Rachel, I had to ask her for help. I needed to warn her.