Morphed

Chapter 13

It's never that easy is it? That poof, we're a couple because he kissed me. Things actually started going downhill afterwards.

Gavin ignored me for a few days, then it turned into a week, then he started talking to Samantha. I didn't know how much the unspoken words could hurt until they hit me in the face.

And another thing: why Samantha? He hated that bitch, or so he told me.

My life was so boring without him checking in every once in a while or at least pretending he cared. I guess I was a newbie, with no memories and obviously gullible. I was just another one of his rejects, I'm sure he's had many.

But at the same time, he didn't know who he was either. Maybe he was just confused.

Or maybe I was just trying to forgive him by spacing my thoughts out and not thinking of anything consecutively. God, I hate how much I thought about him.

After 1 month of silence from him, I stayed home "sick" from school for 4 days. I had a lot of friends, but no one compared to him. No matter how cheesy it sounded, it was true. I had stopped being able to pay attention in school. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and how fast he could forget it. It must've not been very good. I wonder if I've always been an awful kisser? It was probably my personality. In my head, I wish things would've worked out differently. Like life was a fairytale. Almost as if we lived in a world where I wasn't a morph, or if I could do things to benefit others. But all I could do was benefit myself.

My phone buzzed. "Hey, you okay?" The text from Gavin read.

"I'm sick." I sent back.

"You should probably go to the doctor to make sure you don't have Ebola."

"No worries, I'm getting better."

"☺️☺️ then come to school ☺️☺️"

Why does he want me to come? "Why?"

"Because you need to."

"A whole month and you just now care?"

"What do you mean? :( frowny face." I almost laughed at that. Almost.

"Never mind. Bye." God fucking dammit. Why couldn't I just control myself and be civilized and not a crazy bitch to him. He didn't do anything.

Except for kiss me and then ditch me.

"Bye? Why?" I read it and ignored it. Maybe I was being dramatic, but I seriously just felt a little part of my heart break. Why did he even wonder why I ended the conversation so abruptly? Why did I keep asking myself so many questions?

Gavin was such a huge dick and I hated him for making me fall for him and for making my heart feel like it was about to explode and not realizing how much he hurt me. Such a dick.

I managed to find sleep on those thoughts, but had my first nightmare in over a month.

I couldn't see anything. Whenever I would try to open my eyes I would only see a preview of where I was. My eyelashes fluttered like crazy and my body was heavy. I slid off the table I was placed on and walked a few steps before I had to stop again. Screams echoed through the room, and I could tell it was a very small area I was in.

"Hello?" I tried to say, but I was also lacking a voice.

"Open your eyes." Someone commanded, so I did. That simple.

In front of me was Gavin on a table with Andrew, and a girl I didn't know near him. The two people I cared about were right here.

An unknown child was limp and pale while Andrew and Gavin struggled. I didn't get a good look at her, but I saw dark, long hair.

"Brynne, help!" They called.

I drug my feet towards them but I was getting nowhere fast. "I'm sorry." I whispered, finding my voice. "I'm sorry." I still couldn't lift my legs, or even move very much, but I knew how this dream would end.

Either I or someone else would die. So I decided to use all I know- compelling. I turned towards the man with a mask covering his face, holding my friends hostage.

"You will release my friends and revive that girl. You never... EVER come near us again. Got it?" I had found my voice, strong and clear.

"Got it." The man walked over to my loved ones and released all of them from their shanks. The young girl jolted back to life with the touch of a defibrillator, and we left quietly.

"Thank you. You should know I would never mean to hurt you." Gavin said, and it almost sounded sincere.

"I don't believe you." That was the last thing I said before the dream dissolved. I woke to my phone ringing and the name "Gavin" was spread across my screen. The time read 2:46 as I swiped my finger across the screen.

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Hey." Gavin said in a tired voice. It was sexy.

"What do you need?" I mumbled.

"I just... I just had a dream and you were in it. You kind of... Saved me."

"Umm..." He had the same dream? "Was Andrew there?"

"Yes?"

"A kid? You guys were on testing tables?"

"That sounds like my dream."

"Wow, okay that's weird." I didn't know what to think or even if I should even talk to him.

"And, there was that girl on a table next to me. She had dark hair and blue eyes and as soon as I looked at her... I swore she was you." He paused. "And I wondered why you were dead as a child, when you're here. Then I started noticing things that I can't recall now and- and I don't know who she is or if she's you or what."

"I have no idea." I was so confused at this point. Why did I see myself, and help myself escape? I couldn't tell if it was metaphorical or literal. But I needed to find out.

"Brynne?" Gavin murmured from the other end of the line.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick for the past month." That may have been the first time I heard him apologize.

"Sounds like you have an irregular period." I said while smiling.

His tired chuckle came through the phone. "Yeah, maybe. Sleep well, and don't believe your dreams."

"Goodnight, Gavin." I pulled my phone off my ear and hit end.

That boy drove me up the wall. I'm so quick to forgive. That may be why he played me to his advantage. Was he playing me? Course he was. Another reason I hated him is because he plagued my mind with his smile and laugh and everything else he does. Is that a good enough reason to hate him?