Decalcomania

pt3

When their hands touched my arms, a new wave of pain suddenly washed over me, it was the worst burning sensation I have ever felt, even worse than actually being burned. My throat gurgled as I struggled to breathe. my body was shaking, and I was breathing hard.

They dragged me back to my room, aggressively pulling me through the dark corridor. It was so quiet and calm as everyone was peacefully sleeping.

They pushed the door open and threw me on the floor, my body was too heavy to be carried and I was too weak to move a muscle. I lied on the cold floor and tried to catch my breath.

"Have a good night!" they both harmonized, along with a laughter leaving one's mouth.

They slammed the door closed and walked away, leaving me in my hostile world, whining like a little kid. My insides were burning but my outsides were cold, and they left the window open as usual.

As I was lying on the floor like a dead fish, eyes closed, body trembling, tears flowing down my cheeks and whimpers sneaking out of my lips. I felt something on my shoulders, it was warm and soft, barely felt. My body calmed under the gentle feeling of that thing. Honestly, I didn't want to open my eyes and see what was it, I just wanted to feel it more and more.

From deep inside my chest, through every inch of my body, the warmth welcomed me like an old friend. But it was strange, because I never felt that way before. It kind of scared me, you know?

And then, I felt it on my cheeks, gently caressing them. My eyes shot open to meet those hazel honey eyes, it was way too dark but I could see her features clearly, shining in every possible way. I managed to slap her hand away from me, and glared at her with anger, I hated to be touched, especially like that. She, in the other hand, moved a little and put her arm under my neck, trying hardly to pull me off the ground, she was tiny but strong.

My weak body fell on her arms as she dragged me to the bed with full strength, breathing heavily and sighing continuously. She made sure to place me on the bed carefully, like she didn't want to hurt me, 'but I was already hurt' I thought to myself. My eyes never left her figure, I was watching closely, hoping to understand why she was here again and what does she want from me!

"I brought this!" she whispered, pulling out a knitted blanket, she threw it over my body, covering it from shoulders to toes. "I hope it is warm enough against the coldness of the night!" she smiled

I rolled my eyes at her and sighed, but I admit the blanket was homely comfortable, the feeling again was new to me. I have never felt warm, comfortable or relaxed, I wasn't even sure if I'm allowed to feel those, and yes, again, I was worried and afraid of her actions. I couldn't catch any glimpses of her intentions, she hid them too well.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, staring at me with curiosity and excitement. I, once more, didn't answer and completely ignored her. but that, didn't stop her at all, she spoke again "I'm sure you are!"

'How can you know? you have no idea about me and my feelings, drop the act already' I wanted to say that out loud but she was quick to speak before I do, "I bought two sandwiches before I come here and I can't eat them both by myself!" she held the sandwiches up and waited for me to take one. Though I had no appetite to eat but I must admit the smell was attracting all my senses, I bet it's delicious. I honestly forgot how good food taste, it has been years since the last time we tasted real food. I glared at the sandwich and debated whether to take it or not, it was hard not to, but I didn't. I can't accept anything from her, a stranger that I know nothing about, a stranger that I don't trust and can never trust.

I had the urge to grab it and throw it on her face, probably kicking her out too, or maybe killing her, well, the last one isn't a bad idea at all. but my body was so weak after those electric shocks, I had no energy to move a muscle.

"I will eat mine, then!" she said, stuffing the sandwich on her small mouth, taking bite after the other, she was enjoying her meal, not paying attention to how close she was to me. she was invading my space, suffocating me with her perfume, with her presence and with her warmth.

"The weather is getting colder and colder each day!" she awkwardly spoke, probably not finding what to say. Her eyes traveled around the room, fixing intensely on the broken window, "how careless! Couldn't they just fix it." Her tone was serious, confused and outraged, I couldn't understand why! it has nothing to do with her, it is my room and my problem.

"Drop it already!" I managed to yell, she flinched at my sudden reaction and glared at me again, "drop what? The sandwich?" she confusedly wondered, "Oh, so you want to eat it now?"

My firm expression dropped at her words and I mentally face palmed myself. Is this a new method of torture they are using on me. they better stop, I better take the electric shocks and not have to deal with this girl.

"Drop the act you are pulling in front of me!" I yelled again, serious as never before, but she didn't react or even cared. "I'm not!" was all she said.

"Why do you keep coming to my room?" I questioned, the anger boiling massively on my veins, and all she did? Well, shrugged her shoulders and pouted.

"I want to be friends!" she grinned innocently, and I knew, she was lying, that wasn't her real intention, she wanted something else, but what could it be? Why is she so hard to read?

"You probably don't know who I am, do you?" I smirked, imagining all the things I could do to her if my body wasn't weak right now, I would take her skin off her bones, gladly, rip her head off the rest of her body.

"I had to lie to Alexander again, he nearlycaught me coming here!" she avoided my question, completely ignoring my anger,like she was doing it on purpose, to tease me, to annoy me.