Thirty One Days

Hope

"How much do you notice?" Istvan's voice was quiet as we sat together on my bed. The sun was beginning to set, casting deep oranges across the walls of my room through the slits of the blinds, while the rain continued to pour.
"Just small things," I paused for a moment then continued, "sometimes things move and," I ended it with a shrug because I had no idea how to describe the things that I saw. The way sounds turned into moving, breathing beings. Or the way blood appears when it's unwelcome. And how unnatural all normal items became. 
"Do you feel things?"
"Yes,"
"Like what?"
"Sometimes things I can't see touch me, shadows become more than two dimensional, it feels like I'm being watch-"
"You are,"
I turned sharply toward him, "What do you mean?"
"They're watching you," His green eyes meet me for a moment before turning away again, looking towards the window. The rain seemed to fascinate him.
"Who are they?"
"They people on the other side,"
The lights began to gently flicker as the sound of water came from the bathroom, and the rain began to pour harder than before. Istvan stopped me as I began to stand up, shaking his head slightly as he pushed me back down.
"Leave it be," His voice was stern but very quiet. He still avoided eye contact with me. His body was tense and stiff. Then, after a moment, everything went back to normal. However, the rain continued to it's war on the earth causing the orange bits of sunlight to fade from my room, one by one. 
"Istvan, help me." I pleaded, grabbing onto his hand and forcing him to make eye contact with me. I was lost and needed some type of guidance, I needed something and he could be that something. Trusting Dylan had proven to be a good decision, it had lead me to Istvan who clearly knew more about this than I currently did. Trusting Istvan was the next step to overcoming this illness. 
Istvan was quiet for a moment then squeezed my hand, "Your brother told me about your last incident, the one in the bathroom."
"Which one?"
His eyes, vibrant and energetic, locked onto mine. "The one with the bloody floor, was there another one?"
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"My reflection started to slice its writs but I could feel it, there wasn't marks on my arm but the pain. It was real." The feeling of being out of body washed over me as I imagined the scene, the blood, the pain.
"We need to talk, but not here."
Istvan stood up quickly, "Stay away from mirrors until you hear from me, alright?"
"Okay," My heart rate increased as he rushed out of my room. I felt alone and depressed, what was going on? Was he being serious? I felt my room close in around me, the rain did not stop and lightening had began to stretched across the sky.
What was I going to do? Why did this have to happen to me? Why am I the odd one out? Behind my panic and frustration I could feel a slight bit of relief however, due to Istvan. He was here to help.
Could he though?