Out of the Darkness

23 (Anna's POV)

It was weird being in this state that I was in. Not human, but not knowing what I actually was. Was I a ghost? Was I going to be stuck in this strange in between world, watching others around me live? I was greatly that he had found me. The man with the beautiful blue eyes. At first glance, they were just normal blue eyes. Nothing spectacular, but the more I looked into them, the more I saw that he was anything but normal. I would watch him when I could. I know that sounds creepy, but what else was I going to do? I would watch him sleep, noticing the way that his eyes would move under his lids, when he was having a bad dream. Or the way his lashes would cast a shadow across his cheeks, if he forgot to turn out the lights. He asked if I remembered what happened to me. I wish that I did. Before he found me, I was just in this empty darkness. Sometimes, I could feel other people around, and even saw them, but they never heard me. Sometimes they would stare at me, but not truly see me. Now I assumed that they were staring at the doll. I wondered if there were more like me in that emptiness. At times, I had felt others around me, close by, but never able to see or talk to them. It was like I was suspended in time, just hanging there. I remembered that my name was Anna. That was the only thing that I could remember. Besides when he first arrived. He was the first person that I had seen clearly in a long time, and he stared directly at me. Like he could truly see me. I begged with everything in me, that he would save me, help me, even calling out to him, hoping that he would hear. Then the Dark One came. I remembered being in the absolute emptiness, all alone, seeing only the occasional human, or feeling the occasional soul. Then I would feel cold seeping my body...only I didn't have a body. The cold would feel like it was seeping into my nonexistent bones, freezing me. I could see It. The strange Dark force that was freezing me. I didn't know what it was, since all I ever saw was a dark, shadowy humanoid figure. I felt it though. I felt pure evil radiating out from me. When It would come, I would freeze, then feel so horrible that I prayed to God to just end it. Whatever this in between state was, please just take my soul! I would black out, my consciousness playing memories from what I assumed was my life. Only I never remembered them when I awoke to find myself in the dark emptiness again. Sometimes, I would get flashes of a person that I knew must have been important to me. Maybe a Mother or Father, a friend, a cousin. I was never sure and the images would always disappear, leaving behind only a nostalgic feeling. So, when I saw those blue eyes of his, I felt hope for the first time in a long time. I felt as thought he could feel me, hear me even. Then when I awoke to find myself in a room, a real room, instead of the darkness, happiness overcame my soul. He would hold me, and stare into my eyes sometimes, but then he shut me inside a dark room. I didn't like that at all. I wasn't sure how, but suddenly I was outside of the room, outside of the doll that he said I was in. At first, I just floated around the room, unable to really do anything but look around. I thought he had seen me a couple of times, because he would look back, with a confused expression. The more I tried, the more effort I put into making my presence known, and wishing that he would hear me, that he would see me, seemed to working. I was positive that he had seen me in the kitchen when he was talking to his friend. The blonde one. Sam was his name. I liked him automatically. You know how you can just tell a person is good? That's what I felt from Sam. They were talking about going back to a house. What house? Colby, that was his name, the one who had saved me from the emptiness. He didn't want too, and I heard the fear in his voice. I floated back upstairs and waited on him, hoping that he would talk to me. A few minutes later, he came inside the room, and started taking his clothes off. I gasped, seeing his well formed abdomen and the muscles flexing in his back. Then he took his pants off and I couldn't stop the embarrassed giggle that flew out of me. He stopped moving and covered his privates with both hands. "Anna?" he called out to me. "Yes," I answered, giggling again. "Could you, like, go in another room or something?" I felt the strangest sensation bubbling up inside of me. Then I realized that it was laughter. Happiness. I almost didn't recognize it. "I'm closing my eyes," I replied, letting my ghostly eyelids fall closed. I just imagined my 'body' doing it, and it would happen. Almost like I was a real person. I hadn't felt this strong or this human in a very long time...I think it had been a long time. It felt like a long time. I heard him moving around and peeked through the darkness at him. He was fully dressed, and feeling around in his pockets, like he was making sure he had everything. "Are you leaving?" I asked, feeling a little sadness creep in. "Yeah, I'm going to go out with my friend for a little while," he answered. "Oh..." I replied, not sure why the thought of him leaving tore at me the way it was. "What's wrong?" he asked, sitting down on the couch. He never looked directly at me, so I didn't think that  he could see me. He could hear me though. "It's just been so long since I've spoken to anyone. I've really enjoyed talking with you," I answered truthfully.