A New World (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 20

Gwen's P.O.V.

The bitter wind nibbles away at my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine. Snuggling into my jacket, I curse at myself for being so... jealous. I couldn't accept the fact that Jen could replace me so quickly. Is this how she felt? I mean we really didn't have formal plans but knowing that she had someone that could possibly be better than me, hurt. The whole time I was with Dahlia, my mind continued to think of her, wishing that it was her I was with, instead of Dahlia. It's a rude thought, but I couldn't help it. The very thought of Jen being with someone else made every nerve in my body tingle. I couldn't let her be taken away from me.

So that's why I made up a bullshit lie to Dahlia. Just to see Jen. I know it's selfish and wrong but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help that she plagued my mind, even when I begged for her to go away. Whenever I looked at Dahlia, I felt nothing. She was just some girl and I never wanted to think that. I love her, so why didn't I feel anything for her? Her eyes don't shine as brightly as Jen's does when it's just the two of us; her smile never quite reaches the corners of her face, not like Jen's; and most of all, my heart didn't rage like crazy inside my chest when I saw Dahlia. She was fading into the past and I couldn't do anything about it. Even when she was with me, I could feel, no, I could see her fading away.

When I reach Sue's, the place is packed, but the one person I yearn to see is absent. Sighing, I head to my usual spot in the back of the café and wait till Sue takes me order. Luis Armstrong plays faintly in the back ground as my eyes unintentionally watch the door, waiting for her. The crowd before me seems to have grown twice in size and, as my eyes search for the reason, they land on two pale blue orbs staring back at me.

Fear washes over me as I stare back at the man whose eyes never left mine. His pale blonde hair, poorly groomed, plastered itself to his head, giving him a balding appearance. Every pain filled memory made it's way back into my mind, as if invited. Just by his stare I could feel all of his wickedness transfer from him to me. My body began shaking as I try to burrow myself deeper into the booth and farther away from him but it only seemed as if he were getting closer to me. The air that once went evenly through my body refused to circulate, suffocating me. I want to cry, but I'm frozen by his sick glare.

A warm hand cups my clammy cheek, forcing my attention away from the murderer and onto them. Without saying a word, Jen engulfs me in a hug, promising me that I'd be okay and that she'd kill Dahlia. The tears that were frozen within me finally spilled out as I sobbed in her embrace. With every tear, a new memory replays in my head, dragging me back to a time that I tried to forget. The boisterous crowd drowns out my sobs, allowing only Jen to hear my pain.

Why was he here and how did he know that I came? A new wave of fear crashed into me as I thought of all the ways he could watch me. For how long? Pain and fear intertwine themselves within me, freeing a dangerous sensation that yearned for it's freedom.

"...her..."

Voices wander into my ear but I can't hear a thing. A moment later my body is being lifted by strong arms and I fight out against them. He's finishing what he started all those years ago I thought as I unsuccessfully try to break free of his hold. I scream out in fear receiving silence in return.

The room that was once loud with excitement, falls silent, reverberating my screams off of every individual. Blurred from tears, my eyes saw nothing but the outline of figures moving towards me. Still struggling in his embrace, I finally give up. The darkness that danced at the back of my head, advanced, devouring any light that dare invade my sight.

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A rhythmic sound echoes in my ears as I gain some control over the darkness that had previously dominated my every nerve. It hurts to breathe but I swallow in as much air as humanly possible. Opening my eyes, I quickly shut them from the intensity of the lights that beam down upon me harshly.

"Lights..." I croak out, hoping that someone heard my pathetic cry. Through my eyelids, I can see the room dim down and when I open my eyes again, I'm surrounded by men and women adorned in white coats. Sweeping over the sea of unfamiliar faces, my fear grabs hold of me again, causing my breathing to tighten. The rhythmic tune that once played in my ears, spikes and becomes sporadic. All of the doctors take action, coaxing me to calm down, promising that I'm safe.

After years of calming me down, the doctors assault me with questions that I didn't want to answer. Are you okay? What triggered the accident? Who's Kyle? Every question flung me back to the incident that happened not too long ago. The unreadable emotions that danced in his eyes, his sickly pale skin and hair that made him ghostlike, everything about him sends a shiver of pain down my spine. Several times throughout the questioning, they had to calm me down from anxiety until they just gave up.

Once they all left, I let out a breath of fresh air, thankful to be alone. Closing my eyes, I force myself into a nightmare filled rest.