I heard voices sounding like they belonged to women much older than I. "She should come to in a few minutes. She is bound to be so much more powerful than the rest. No doubt she will heal faster."
"She hasn't even formed yet. She could not heal for weeks. We've never had a case like this before. I've seen her eyes, they've started the process, but they're yellow. YELLOW. What does that mean?! Usually they're one color. Either green, blue, red, or violet. Hers are changing. What is yellow anyway?"
"I don't know Bonnie but let me tell you, we are in for a real treat. If what others have predicted is true then she will be the one. The one we've all been waiting for. She could save us all. Let us hope they are right!"
I hear footsteps.
I cannot open my eyes but I know I am conscious and I know what I've just heard is not my imagination. Formed into what?! Were my eyes in the mirror really tinted? Was it not the lighting? Talk about taking in more than you need in a days time. Or has it been more than a day? Where am I anyway?
I have a flashback. I see Chase, so beautiful in the garden. Sitting with me, comforting me. Letting me know it will be alright, that he'll stay by my side. Kissing me passionately, feeling the sensation that I've never felt before. Telling me that he is mine. I feel a hopeless and devoted love for this boy. I want to be his.
But then I remember. There was someone else. Who was he? I had never seen him before but I somehow know that we have met in the past, and I am sure that I desire him. He was connected to me by the strings of passion, of lust, of desire. He was so handsome, so mysterious, and so irresistible.
I cannot live without either, this worries me much.
The footsteps I heard before are now at my bedside. I wish I could open my eyes but there is a heavy force weighing them down. I feel a hand brushing my hair off of my face and when I feel that jolt I know for a fact that it is Chase. He came to see me, and by the strong smell of rubbing alcohol and sanitary wipes I know now that I am in the infirmary. He is so sweet. My heart started pounding and I could hear the monitor, that I supposed is connected to me, increasing its beeps at a high rate. How embarrassing. I don't want him to know that my heart wants him, and what he does to me every time he is with me. "Alison? Are you awake?" I tried to respond but no noise was escaping my mouth. "I want you to know that I, no matter what happens, will always love you." Did he just say love? If I could talk right now I would tell him that I loved him so much that no words could describe how I felt and if I could move, I would kiss him as if we were still on that bench in the garden and there was no tomorrow. "I know you want him, and I envy him for that. But I also know you want me too. I won't give up on you Ali. I will never give up; I love you too much to let you go. I know somewhere deep down; you know that we have met. That we have all met. That this happened the last time we met. I won't let him win this battle, not this time."
Now I was lost. Did he just say we have all met before? Many times before? I don't know how much more I can take. This is just too much; no wonder my eyes won't let me open them. In fear that I will see something else, it would be too much and I'd surely go crazy. Okay, maybe it's just the drugs but I am still thankful for them.
When he could see that I wasn't waking up he kissed my forehead gently and whispered, "You know it should be me, it has always been me." With that he walked out the door. When he says that, I know he's right. It is him. But those strings that pull me closer and closer to Him have yet to be detached.
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