Spade

The Scratch On The Surface

Sunlight hit my eyes as soon as I opened them. Did I dream all of this? My question was answered short after seeing Alastair asleep right next to me. My mind was relaxed. That really happened, huh. That explains the power I felt within me. There really are no words to explain it. Part of me thought that this was the outcome from what happened between me and Alastair. The other part believed so strongly to the ominous man. I started questioning my knowledge about everything. Why did I trust that man with all my being? Sure he was the one who turned my life upside down but at the same time, I didn't see him any different than Alastair. I felt the same comfort I had finally been so close to him. What if they were the same person? Yet, how could Alastair claim to see him as well if they're the same person? My conspiracies were getting the best of me. I slowly rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. The water felt refreshing on my face. I felt relaxed, refreshed.

I couldn't recognize the person in the mirror. She seemed powerful, confident, beautiful but at the same time, menacing. In one single night, I became the best version of myself.

I saw Alastair sit on the bed with a cigarette on his hand when I returned to the room.

"Good morning." he smiled.

"Good morning." I smiled back.

"You look different. That's new."

"I feel new."
I took my place next to him and lit a cigarette as Mara barged into the room.

"Guys." she shouted. "This is important."

"Good morning to you too." I smiled.

"Sorry, good morning but this is crucial."

"Okay, calm down, take a breath and sit down." Alastair said.

She breathed in and sat down on the bed.
"It happened Lyn... It happened." she started crying.

"What happened?" Alastair asked.

"Th -The drawing." I felt a bucket of boiling water poured down my head as soon as she finished her sentence. My entire body shook as the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

It was all real. Everything that's been happening from the start. The drawing I was made to do was just a sign on what's to come. I was made to predict a disaster or my drawing was the butterfly that flapped its wings before the storm hit. Strangely enough, I didn't feel anything. No remorse, no sadness, no happiness. This wasn't because I was in shock and didn't know what to feel, no. I have absolutely been stripped away from my feelings. Nothing was left inside of me. That's what made me powerful. I instinctively mimicked Mara's sadness. How was I able to do this? How could I make myself cry even though I have a strange absence of feelings? However, the only thing that stayed was my feelings for Alastair.

"Where did you hear this from?" Alastair said with a shaken voice. He looked at me with eyes I've never seen before. His emotions didn't seem genuine to me but Mara seems to have bought our fake sadnesses. What was happening? How could I determine whether or not the feelings I've encountered were real or not?

"My dad called and asked me if I heard anything about the dead bodies found this morning. Horrible murders, exactly the drawing you didn't actually make, replicated. The school will be shut down for investigation and people who go to that school were instructed to stay at home. I'm scared Lyn... We actually have a chance of dying just because someone wanted to." she cried harder.

Some say living beings can tell when they're close to death. I felt safer than ever. For some reason, something was telling me that the people around me and I would be safe. Especially Alastair and I.

Why did I not care about people dying? Why did I not care about possibly getting into trouble for possibly murdering people after what I drew? People knew that it was me who drew it. I was the suspect. How can I be this relaxed? Yet, most importantly; why am I not going crazy even though these thoughts are supposed to drive me insane?