The Run Away

Chapter Three

I can't think straight right now. Carson Beck was adopted, I was adopted and we have the same birthmark. What does all this mean? What do I say? I was hoping he would tell me he wasn't but he didn't. Are we related? No, I refuse. I can't be related to him. 

"Brylee. Are you okay?", He says waving his hand in front of me. Say something I think to myself, but I can't. None of this makes sense.

Finally, after he shakes me firmly but gently. "Oh, sorry. I can't think of anything to say that doesn't make me look stupid", I say looking at my feet. "What do you mean", he asks. "It's just that we have this mark and we were both adopted." I glance up at his face to try and see what he's thinking, but I can't.  He doesn't say anything so I have to continue to make a fool outta myself. 

"look I don't know what any of this means but I found this book. It's a funny story really. I trip on my own feet yesterday and fell down the stairs and into the fireplace where I found a book of my family's history. I didn't know what to think about the whole thing until I turned to a page that was bookmarked, the print that's on both of us, was in the book." His face shows no emotion, it's killing me. 

"Can I see the book?", He finally answers. Thank god, I thought I scared him off. "Yeah, Follow me", I turn and walk in the house. Here I am on a Thursday walking to my room as The Carson Beck follows me, who would have thought? 

We reach my room and that's when I realize I should have cleaned my room yesterday, but at this point, there's no going back; so I turn the handle and walk in. grabbing the book from off the floor, I turn to see his face. I don't know if he's scared or shook; Maybe its a little bit of both. He starts to shake his head and I hand the book to him. What's wrong with him? 

"No, this can't be real. It's some sick joke, Right?", He says taking the book from my small hands. "What", that's all I could think of to say. " I found a book just think this three days ago", he laughs. "what", is all I say. Thinking to myself 'come on, really? what. Is all you can think of.'

"Can you not hear"? He laughs.

 "Yeah I just don't believe that both of us could find a book exactly the same, have matching birthmarks, and you all of a sudden know that I exist", I blurt out. That last thing wasn't supposed to come out. He's going to think I'm a creep, Jesus. 

He looks at me then down at the book. Flipping through the pages he says "Our books aren't exactly the same. Mine has my last name everywhere and it has different pictures", He says with a half smile. Did he not hear the last thing or is he just ignoring it? "Oh", I say trying to be gentle after what I just said.

"Oh and for that last thing, you said. I've always known you exist. You just look like you didn't want anyone to bother you. I've wanted to talk to you for years, it's like I was drown to you", he says walking to the other side of my room.

 What in the world is this boy saying? I was drown to him first. he can not like me. I have to do something; So here goes nothing "I was drown to you. I didn't talk to you because your Mr. Popular. I didn't think someone like you knew I existed much less wanted to talk to me", I say staring at my feet.  What I'm saying is true, I just don't know why I'm saying it. From the first time I saw him I wanted to be near him; Just too be in the same room as him. It's like I can breathe more. I don't know where these thoughts are coming from. I just can't press them away. I don't know what's happening.

He looks up his eyes have changed. I don't know how to describe it, they just have. He starts walking over to me. What is he doing? Finally, he's a foot from me. "kiss me", He says. I don't know why he's saying it but before I can say anything or stop myself. I press my lips to his. A shock his my lips, but I don't move. I fell a slip pinch in my arm and my heart starts to race. My bedroom light flickers but we don't stop. 

Carson's Pov  

Here I am at Brylee Miars house kissing her and I don't know why. I start to breathe better. I can't explain it, but it's like my lungs open up more. It feels like something stung my back but I don't pull away. I look up to see the light flashing. what's going on?  We finally pull away and it stops. This week can't get any weirder. "what's wrong with your light", I ask trying to distract the fact that I just asked her to kiss me. she pushes her hair behind her ear and her cheeks are red. She's so beautiful. How could someone not like her? "I don't know", she said trying to fight a smile, so she bits her lip and looks down. She's smart, funny, and honest. 

"Your eyes", Her face looks terrified. I look in the mirror then back at her. Her eyes start to change to. I jump back and look in the mirror again.

 "What's happening". she screams. we both back up from one another. "Please go home," she says trying to be calm. "Okay, but please don't be mad. I don't know what happened but you can't tell anyone", I say as I back up to leave. 

"Carson?". Her voice is shaky. "yeah", I turn back to meet her. Her eyes are back to dark brown instead of yellow. "I'm scared", She practically whispers. "Me too", I say looking back to the ground, trying not to stare. I see a glimmer and look at her arm. I slowly walk over to her. 

Brylee's Pov  

He starts walking to me and I don't know what to do. He reaches down and grabs my hands, I'm shaking just at his touch. I look at my wrist as he does. My moon is colored white. "How? What's going on". I pull my hand to my face to look closer. "I don't understand", He looks up to meet my eyes. Then he goes for the end of his shirt, lifting it from the bottom. I look away as he pulls his shirt off. What is he doing? My heart starts to race but then he turns.

 His birthmark; it's colored in too. I rub my hands over it. "It's hot", I say. He looks over his shoulder at me. His back muscles bulge out at his movement. "I mean the mark. Like your skins hot to the touch", I say trying to fix what I said. He smiles and puts his shirt back on. "I don't know what this is either but I think I know someone that can help", he says to himself almost. 

"okay", is all I manage to say. Meet me at the end of Grounder Road tonight at 7. I know its a bad place but someone kinda like this happened to me about a year ago and he helped me understand what was going on". As soon as he said that all I could think of was what happened that was anywhere like this. So what do I do, I ask. "what happened", I say trying not to be pushy.  "well I guess since it can't hurt to tell you". 

"Okay so about a month ago I started having these nightmares. I would wake up screaming, unable to control it. I would sweat out of my clothes. It was the worst year of my life.." he began to tell me and I froze.

 I used to have nightmares. I would be so scared to go to sleep that I would take pills to keep me up. what wrong with us? "Are you listening", he asks. "yeah", I say popping out of my thoughts.

 "well as I was saying. It got so bad I started to see things when I wasn't asleep. My mom just thought it was drugs so I asked around. Then I met this guy named Thomas that helped me forgot about them and get back to the real world", He says. "I started having nightmares 3 weeks after my 17th birthday", my voice trailing off as he stares at me. He doesn't say anything so I decide I need to tell him. That way he will open up more. 

I begin again "I had nightmares about someone or something chasing me in the woods until I hit the woods just outside of town", I had to tell him. It might help us understand more about each other if he knows. "Right past Greenberry Lake", he whispers. I turn to him not know what to say. We were seeing the same thing. "How?" I manage to get out. "I used to have the same dreams". He looks down at the floor. "Until I started seeing stuff when I wasn't asleep."