The Space Between Us

Chapter Three

Peter's P.O.V🕷

When I wake up, I feel a horrible headache. I rub my neck, where I received a brutal blow. Little by little, my vision stabilizes and it is with apprehension that I can discover the environment in which I find myself.
Nothing is familiar to me. Scrap walls all around me, a large white table, seeming to come from a superior technology, is on my left. The ceiling is entirely made of glass, and what I see through it does not please me at all: the universe. I see thousands of stars scroll before my eyes.
My heart suddenly accelerates when I realize that I am no longer in the parking lot of my high school but instead, I sit on the floor in a room that I obviously do not know.
As I feel panic win, a black door catches my attention. I rush into it, forgetting my headache. To my amazement she does not open. I tap my fists screaming at full lungs:

"HELP!!! Get out me of here!!!"

A few minutes later, out of breath I stop. I have no idea how I got into this ship, or why I'm in space again. I feel very anxious. Why do not I have any memory? I was knocked out, that's the only thing I'm sure of. But for what reasons?
Against all odds, the door ends up opening; letting appear a young woman with red hair almost pink, which I recognize immediately... it is the woman present in my dream. It's exactly her. Unbelievable ! She is in front of me.

"It's him!" She exclaims in a soft, light voice.

Someone else, older than she, enters the same room at the same time. Like the young woman, he is fully dressed in black.
Taken in fear, I lean back against the wall until I find myself completely stuck. At least I am not a prisoner, I have the leisure to do all the movements that I wish unlike in my dream.

"Are you sure darling?" The man asks in a deep voice.

"Of course I am! It's him."

She gives him a slight glance before turning to me, so as to stare at me. She then moves towards me, her right hand extended.
I retreat a little more against the wall behind me. I do not want her to approach me.

"It's okay." She whispers to me. "I will not hurt you."

So what? It does not mean that I trust her!
I squeeze my knees against my chest so as to protect myself and create a barrier between her and me.
My breath is irregular. I can even feel beads of sweat slide down my forehead before crashing into my cheeks. I am terribly hot and seeing the stars scroll over my head does not help me to regain my calm and my usual serenity.

"What do you want from me?" I almost scream.

"I would simply like to discuss with you and understand why you appear in my dreams when I try to read my future."

"But who are you?" I ask.

"You're right, we did not even introduce ourselves. We are the Birds of Draky." Says the old man. "We come from another planet, we made a long trip to find you, boy." He pauses for a moment before resuming in a lighter tone. "I am the crows, but my name is Aidan. And my daughter, Klyra is the robin."

I remain speechless in the face of what he has just told me. I know recently that there are other planets with other forms of life everywhere in our galaxy, thanks to my trip into space. But honestly, I did not expect to find myself for the second time in space, this place that I fear more than anything. This place so empty, where there is only loneliness and terror. Where all our questions remain forever unanswered.
My blood is freezing.
Something is wrong. Something deep inside me does not work as before.
Aidan gets closer to me, I'm sweaty, my heart beating fast. So fast, that I think I'll die in the next few minutes.

"Dad stops!" Firmly orders Klyra.

His father stops moving. With his frowning eyebrows, emphasizing his hard, cold eyes, he gives me a cold look over his glasses. I have a lot of goose bumps.
Against all odds, his daughter is slowly moving towards me, putting myself at my height.
From then on, I have plenty of time to be able to contemplate his eyes. An almost supernatural glow crosses her ocean look. Never anywhere else have I seen such a look, or even a blue as pure, so pure that it became almost transparent. I wonder how she does not fear the horrible and abominable light hanging over her. She puts a lock of hair behind the ear and with her luscious lips, she grimaces.

"Something is wrong with him." She observes. "I feel it from here."

She is about to touch my forehead, but I stop her with a sudden gesture. I'm horribly hot. I shiver with terror.
Understanding my discomfort and misunderstanding of what's going on, she leans softly toward me to hear my irregular breathing.

"He's having a panic attack!" She says, turning to her father. "Bring me oxygen fast!"

He leaves the room before returning a few moments later with an oxygen mask. With a gentle and delicate gesture, she gives me the mask that I hasten to wear to my face. After a few minutes, I already feel a little better. She slowly stands up without looking away.

"He really does not look in great shape this boy." Aidan observes.

"I know." She sighs.

"I repeat to you one last time: Klyra, are you sure it's him?"

"I am, father, I have seen him many times. He will save me. He will save us all."

The fact that they talk about me as if I were not there makes me feel more uncomfortable. But for now, my body only wants to sleep. I really need to sleep especially since the death of Mr. Stark where I lost all sense of sleep. Besides, there were few nights when I did not have nightmares, where I did not live again his terrible death.

"In any case, he needs rest." Aidan observes with a stern eye.

"So let him have the opportunity to rest and regain some of his strength."

I pull off the oxygen mask with difficulty before interrupting their conversation in a brusque and much more aggressive tone than I had wished:

"You know I'm here and I understand everything you say?"

"Of course human!" Exclaims Klyra, giving me a funny look. "We make the effort to speak your language figure you!"

At the end of her sentence, she slams the door. I replace the oxygen mask on my nose before abandoning myself to sleep. I no longer have the strength to stay conscious.