I Am Not Okay With This (Me Either)

I'll Be Seeing You

Took her back that night.

Syd climbed the steps of the staircase that was so steep it almost seemed like a ladder. Her feet dragged along, feeling like her whole existence caused an inconvenience to herself.

I didn't mean to. I just wanted him to stop talking... That's all. Maybe I'll just... run away or something. Hide somewhere, where no one else can find me.

Ever.

I think I finally understand how lonely my dad must have felt.

She ran her hand along the splintering wood. She thought about how, in some ways, she and the wood are pretty similar.

Breaking apart, hurting anyone we touch.

While looking over the railing, she briefly contemplated jumping. The railing would do little to nothing to prevent her from doing so, just like everyone else in her life.

Nobody would even care.

She peered over the edge, wondering if a fall from this height would be enough to die upon impact. She heard a crackling noise behind her.

Sydney whipped her head around to watch a tall man in a cloak materialize before her eyes. The primal fear that was triggered in her was something scarier than words can express. Just thoughts of "I fucking knew it. I knew someone was stalking me" followed by "Holy fuck, I am actually going to die."

"Who are you?" she asked, voice shaking. She held the wood rail to stop herself from collapsing.

"Should I be afraid?" she questioned since her original question was not given an answer.

"They should be afraid. Let's begin."

"Begin? What the fuck are you talking about?" she inquired, genuinely confused and over compensating for her fear with being too aggressive.

"Ah, a little spitfire, I see. Just like your father," he nearly chuckled.

"What do you know about my dad?" Sydney was almost yelling, fueled by anger and confusion. This rando, acting as if he knew her father and her too. "Who the fuck are you?"

"That is none of your concern as of right now, seeing as I could easily overpower you," he said swiftly. His voice was deep and a bit hoarse, but he spoke smoothly and with ease.

"Well, it seems as if that is my concern right now, so explain," she commanded him.

He laughed, as if her attempt to appear intimidating was purely entertaining for him.

"I have greater power than you could ever even fucking handle," Syd challenged.

"Oh really? Because as far as I remember, you can't even handle the gift you have been given. So don't act like you're so brave. I remember how scared you'd get."

Not wanting to cower and prove his point, she stood taller and looked at him with contempt.

Well, that proved to be a mistake, because with a flick of his fingers, she was tossed back into the railing that she had previously been grasping so desperately for support.

Am I seeing shit?

She questioned her own sanity since she had just watched a blue shaded orb float from his fingers and attack her, which was a bit too bizarre to handle.

I have to be cracked the fuck out or something, because none of this makes any sense.

"I hope you understand what I have been working toward. This road has been long and I do not plan on letting your incompetence get in the way. I am trying to help you-"

"And what is that," she interrupted, almost wheezing because of the air that was knocked out of her after being thrusted against a thick wooden beam. "What is it you're working towards?"

"Well, the same thing I tried to do with your father," he explained condescendingly. "But he was too weak to be helped," he spat, as if each word left a bitter taste on his tongue.

"And what exactly do you get out of helping him or me?" she asked while gritting her teeth, partially because she was fucking livid, and partially from the pain of trying to stand while he approached. 

"I think I'll have to set it in motion before I give you all the details, dear. Can't have you fucking it up, like your father," he spoke sourly and cupped her face in his hands.

He squeezed her face in his palm, enough to make it hurt a bit. She grimaced as he whispered loudly in her ear: "But for now, I have business to attend to. I'll be seeing you." And with that, disappeared into thin air.

She officially collapsed onto the rotting wooden boards underneath her, sobs tearing themselves out of her, so much so that she began to shake.

After an unhealthy amount of uncontrollable shaking, she pulled herself up and slowly lowered herself down the steps.

Once down, she heard the terrifying, gut-wrenching scream of a women, not too far away. Sydney quite literally jumped out of her skin. The screeching continued as she tried to make her way home.

The sound only seemed to follow her.

Eventually the sound seemed to be right behind her. She turned around as quick as humanly possible, to be greeted by a mountain lion-- midair; fucking launching itself at her. Her hand flew up and her powers instinctively protected her. 

There she stood, covered in (mostly) dry blood, in the woods, mountain lion suspended midair by her powers.

Syd twisted her hand a bit to the right, snapping its neck. She watched the body hit the floor, then continued home in a daze.

She walked in the door, the only one in the house awake at this hour. She walked upstairs and straight into the bathroom.

Turning on the shower nozzle, not even waiting for it to heat up or take her clothes off, she stepped into the shower.

She just sat there.

She watched the red water slowly fade into more of an orange as there was less blood to be washed down the drain. It didn't matter how long she sat there; she still could not wrap her mind around it.

During the shower, she stripper herself bare, and took a shower like normal.

Once she was done, she shut off the shower and stepped onto the cold linoleum. She wrapped herself in a towel and looked in the mirror and just stared for a bit.

She could tell the feeling was building up inside of her, and instead of shattering the mirror as you assume she would, she burst into tears.

She fell asleep that way; lying on the bathroom floor, tear stained face, only covered by a towel, asking herself

Why me?