I sat along in Mika’s room, eyes on the ground. I was exhausted in every way. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I was empty.
After Lightblade had ended the call, Zach and Soro had begun making plans for the next three days. However, none of them involved JJ or me. Nothing big would be happening until after Mika’s concert.
But that’s not what I was thinking about. My mind wandered from place to place, conversation to conversation. Kraven, telling me that I knew nothing of my past. Lightblade, stating quite simply that he knew who I was. My memories seemed to be within grabbing distance, but at the same time they appeared to be far from my grasp. My head hurt.
I lay back on my hay bed, and slammed my hand against the wall. Dreamcatcher was curled up at the foot of my bed, and the action woke him up.
The door opened, and Mika peeked inside of the room. “Akaya?” She was wearing more comfortable clothing now – a white sleeveless shirt and shorts.
Dreamcatcher darted upwards and flew around Mika, who giggled before shooing him away. “He seems to be enjoying himself.”
“You seem to be liking him as well.” I replied, staring at the ceiling.
An awkward moment passed – neither of us spoke. I could tell that she was thinking about what Lightblade had said earlier. But instead of bringing it up, she said. “You know…after my concert, we’re going to be really busy.”
“Yeah.”
“Soro wants to have you training all day tomorrow, so you’re at least slightly prepared for the upcoming fight. Also, we have another investigation to do tonight. A haunted ally.”
“Did you come in here to tell me everything we need to do?” I asked.
She regarded me for a moment. And then, something in her eyes changed. “It’s bugging you, isn’t it?”
I sat up, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere. “I didn’t even-“
“The way you’re acting says it all.” She sat down next to me. Then, she put a hand on my paralyzed arm. “Do you feel this?”
The question surprised me. I looked at her hand, which was on my limp wrist. “No. This arm hasn’t felt warmth or touch in my entire life. I know that I should be feeling something, and I know what it feels like to have my arm touched, but the sensation simply isn’t there.”
What am I feeling right now? Surprise? Astonishment? Possibly. I stared at Mika’s hand. I feel like I’ve had this conversation before.
“Does it ever bother you?”
The question broke through my concentration. “The only thing about it that I hate about it is being looked down on. People like me – we find our own way to live. I hate being seen as a pushover just because my arm’s paralyzed.”
“But that’s not the only thing wrong with you.” She interrupted.
“I’m fine.”
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ParanormalHeaven. Hell. The necromancers realm. Akaya is a seemingly normal boy - at least, by his standards. He has a crush on a famous musician. He works as a spotter for his clan. He wants to live in the big city... But when he gets the chance, he finds o...
