Decalcomania

pt3

After few hours of moving around the library and reading books, it was finally, time to move. I walked out of the room and headed upstairs, as expected the place was empty, my team must be in the residence by now and the rest are somewhere far from here.

Again, I walked through the darkness, slowly counting my steps towards his room. adrenaline flooded my system, It pumped like it's trying to escape. I think my heart will explode. I could go back and give up on this idea but instead I remained where I was. Let's face it, there is really only one thing I can do now to motivate myself: Pray no one catches me.

My feet landed next to his room and I could hear nothing but the beats of my heart growing louder and louder. I pressed my warm hand on the cold metal door and pushed it lightly. Please be open, please.

And yes, it opened. Just like yesterday and as I expected, they took him and left the door open. I entered the cold empty room and pushed the door behind me, for they won't notice anything.

I honestly noticed how they keep the door open whenever they get him out of the room. I tried to take advantage of this and sneak inside. Clearly the room is very dark and even if they came back, they still wouldn't see me at all, just like yesterday.

let's say, most of the plan is already achieved, now I need to continue on the hardest part, which just started. I heard the footsteps. the approaching footsteps clip-clopped down the terrifying dark corridor. And of course, I could know who he is just by the heavy arrogant steps he makes every single time. He pushed the door wide open and I immediately pressed my body on the wall, hiding myself on the darkest spot in the room.

"Throw him back on the bed" he aggressively ordered. Throw him? is it the right term to use on a patient!

After putting him on his bed, they slammed the door and left. It was just him and I in a locked room, late at night. I think I truly lost my mind.

I stepped carefully towards him, not taking my eyes off his barely clear features, it was too dark but the moonlight sneaked from the small window and shined on his face, showing me his angelic features, he looked too innocent while closing his eyes and breathing calmly, like darkness was his peaceful home.

'then what?' I thought to myself.

well, that was the plan, to get inside the room. but then what! I didn't think of this point at all. I mentally face palmed myself and stopped on my track, still staring at his innocent form.

"Will you stop staring at me?" the voice knocked on my eardrums out of sudden. His voice was like the magma chamber of a volcano, too deep, but filled entirely with the molten rock. His voice was powerful enough to make my bones feel like they were vibrating. I took a step back as my jaw hanged open. "All you ever do is stare at me, I wonder what is going on in that dumb brain of yours!" his tone was rich and silky. He spoke as if he controls the world. I swallowed hard and reeled back. His eyes were still shut, lying on the bed like there was nothing bothering him at all.

"you are awake?" my voice came out short and shaky. Anyone would clearly hear the terror on my words. He chuckled lightly, only heavens know, that chuckle was so warmly evil.

As I was busy scanning him, his gaze fell on me, it had the power to dissect me bit by bit with the least bit of care. Who said Satan doesn't exist? - There Satan was sitting before me, ready to rip my skin off my bones. I cleared my throat and managed to say "I came to the room by mistake!" I lied, I know. But I had to, I can't tell him that I'm here to help him, it would seem too cliché.

"By mistake?" he sarcastically said "you are committing a lot of mistakes, I see!"

I raised my eyebrow at his words and before I could ask, he answered "weren't you here last night too?"