Celtic Memoire

Chapter 5 - Running Away Inside

Chapter 5 - Running Away Inside

It wasn't until I was already at the door up several flights of stairs when a transparent figure appeared right in front of me. My heart jumped and I backed against the wall before finally focusing my eyes, realizing the figure was bright and ethereal in the darkness. Wiping the blurry tears from my eyes and focusing more closely I could tell that this floating figure looked exactly like Solomon...

My frown intensified. Now he really was going to be mad at me for not believing him... No, that is a lie. You do believe him... you just don't want to believe that you called yourself a 'killer'. An image flashed before my mind of severed hands laying on a cold tile floor with a bright white light blinding me. A puddle of blood and water surrounded the hands, sodded up slightly by some mild hand soap. My knees buckled as nausea washed over me and I was back in the dark staircase, holding my stomach for support. A transparent hand reached out to touch my shoulder and I looked up, meeting icy blue eyes with mine. In the dark they looked like glowing moons made from crystal and they held no anger or frustration like Solomon had just expressed to me a moment ago.

"Follow me," his voice was like a chiming echo. As he spoke his body flickered in and out of light, like shadows had just passed by. Did speaking in this form weaken him somehow? I had no time to think about it as he floated up the next flight of stairs and I followed him in a sprint. He lead me through the halls and back to my room to where he waited outside my room door. Sitting down on my bed I looked up at him apologetically, hoping he understood what I meant like he normally does. He seemed to understand and nodded gently before whispering, "Good night," and disappeared into a thin mist.

I don't know why... I let out my held breath as he vanished, a sense of disappointment hanging from me. I wanted his company further and though he understand that I was sorry, I wasn't sure if he'd forgiven me or not... I thought about what his 'other body' looked like, it was pale and white, ghostly like and only held a bit of colour. I had only seen a hint of the blue in his eyes and a dash of red in his wavy hair.

After a few minutes sitting silently on my bad I wanted badly to write this experience in my dream journal... so that in the morning I could convince myself it was NOT a dream or some delusion. The deja vu I had earlier frightened me so bad I almost fainted. I thought back to when Y'vonne had yelled at me and called me a slut. For some odd reason I felt that if I'd gone through with my slap and did what I desired to do, something bad would have happened. But what? It lead me to the cut on my lip and the blood in my journal... a sudden fear grabbed me. What if I killed someone and forgot? That assumption sent my confidence spiraling down in a tornado.

No, you didn't! You couldn't have! I shouted to myself mentally. Why are you here, Krishka? You've told your story to Ms. Keenman once... what after that? Do you even remember your story? I do...

Just as easily as I made it sound to remember my past, I knew it wasn't true... And I was mortified to know that I might go to sleep and forget all that had happened with Solomon. Hoping and pleading I lay in bed and forced my eyes to remain open. This only worked for what felt like an hour until I finally drifted into a deep sleep.

...

The next morning I woke extremely early, before Carmen even, and headed straight to Ms. Keenman's office as soon as she was in, 7 o'clock. She answered immediately to my knock on the door and I entered, shutting the door behind me.

"Oh, Krishka, good morning. Sit down." She showered me with false pleasantries and I sat down in the chair across from her metal desk. She looked at me questioningly before handing me a notebook and pencil. It was hard not to notice the bruise on her chin and her messy brown hair and frantic green eyes. She tried to hide it everyday that she was there by being extremely nice. I wondered if she did not need more help than I... "So, what brings you here this early, darling?"