Blue Jay #Wattys2016

THE FLOOD

The second I allowed Andrew to take the necklace off, everything flooded back. All of my haunting dreams hit me first. Alexis stabbing my father, followed by the odd dark roomed funeral where she then finished off Marc, and then the white roomed nightmare with Kyle in the black trench coat.

   My memories took shots at me next. Memories of Kyle, my last memories of him alive. His concerned face as I emerged downstairs with a bruised face. Another image flashed by of him getting ready for work. The last time I said goodbye to him.

   Next up was Blake. Everything that had happened between me and him snapped at me. That day at his house that we had come so close to doing something we would both regret. Our walk through the woods, him trembling before my very eyes. The night he came to my house and intimated me, forced his lips onto mine.

   Then the memory of him outside of his house. He had been trembling just as he had in the forest. Then he had changed, he had morphed into a terrifying creature. But I hadn’t been scared. I wondered now why I wasn’t scared back then. I couldn’t figure it out.

   Last, but, indefinitely not least, Andrew’s face flashed through my mind. All of our conversations. The car, the classroom, the bedroom … all of it flooded back to me. Other memories of me and him flooded back as well.

   I had to hold him to stay on my feet. I gripped his shirt as I steadied myself.

   “Andrew?” I whispered, my voice breaking as I did so.

   “Yes?” he breathed against my hair. It felt warm compared to his icy cold temperature.

   “Is-” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to ask, because I didn’t know what exactly I needed to know. I gulped and tried again “Is Kyle dead?”

   He muttered something about the necklace under his breath before answering me. I could feel him nod.

   “What do you remember?” he asked.

   “Be more specific.” I murmured. I looked up at him, into his perfect gold eyes “I remember everything now.” I admitted with a smug grin.

   He return my grin with one of his own.

   I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His breathing had stopped. He seemed almost lifeless under my grip.

   I shortened the distance between us in one little movement. My lips seemed to overpower his. He kissed me back, but only shortly.

   “You taste like a dog.” he complained.

   I couldn’t help but laugh, he couldn’t help himself either.

The trip home was wonderful. I had my licence revoked, but Andrew had offered me a ride home. I took the offer easily. We just talked the whole drive, as if nothing had changed.

   The problem came when we pulled up in front of the house. I definitely did not want to be there alone.

   “Are you coming inside?” I asked eagerly.

   He hesitated “I’m not sure… I should probably sleep tonight.”

   “Oh.” I said, the disappointment was clear in my voice “Didn’t you sleep last night?”

   He looked down at his lap “I haven’t slept since you were in the accident, it’s been exhausting waiting for you to come through.” he admitted.

   “Sleep here.” I suggested, the eagerness spiking back into my voice.

   He smiled and looked up into my eyes. His were darker than they had been.