I swallowed. I ran the back of my hand across my forehead to wipe away the sweat.“N-it was nothing."Uh-huh…" She took a sip and rested her head on one hand, her eyes narrowing."How long have you been there looking?""I wasn't looking at you." —She pointed her index finger at the television on. I recognized immediately that I was watching an episode of Doctor House .I muttered another apology and sat down. The vestiges of my nightmare had me groggy."Do you have nightmares very often?" She wanted to know, and I thought I detected a trace of concern in her voice.I rubbed my eyelids."Lately, yes," I muttered hopelessly. Almost every day."Geez, you should go see a psychiatrist," he said jokingly, and smiled. You want breakfast? I have coffee, for you to wake up. Ah, it's true, you don't like it. Well, I have, um …, coffee and…I laughed, shaking my head."Coffee will be fine."I turned my cell phone back on after we went out looking for a place to have lunch. The phone was immediat
"You could have told me any of those times…" I muttered angrily. Just like you could have done it anywhere but in my fucking bed.Her jaw clenched, as if she'd been hit hard in the stomach, and I turned away, not waiting for the bus.On the way home I tried to calm down before my parents, who had arrived in the morning, saw me devastated. I had a lot of bottled up feelings and therefore wanted to cry out of sheer helplessness, but not in front of them.The next few days felt like psychological torture.Time seemed eternal at work. Jade, who realized that Diana was no longer speaking to me, would come up to me whenever she saw me alone. However, as much as I tried with her, I couldn't get totally comfortable with her, and faking sympathy all the time was more exhausting than I could imagine. After the discussion on Monday, neither Diana nor I wanted to make an effort to start a conversation or to try to fix the situation.And so, even though it hurt, I decided that maybe it was best to
A shudder of sheer terror washed over me at the thought.-You see? said Nat beside me, in amazement. I'm not the only one who thinks so!But I continued to stare at the brown-eyed young man.-What do you know? I countered, and was aware that my tone was unfriendly."I study psychology, I'm good at analyzing people," he said matter-of-factly, and shrugged."I don't think you look good as a psychologist," Nat said.—With a shirt, anyone can hide tattoos, little one. He smiled at himself, reaching an arm out for her. Tyler Bartley.—Nat. —A wide smile took over my friend's face as they shook hands with her.When he did the same towards me, I could see the word "Hope" written letter by letter on his fingers."Amy," I murmured back."So what is it, Amy?" Are you a member of some terrorist group or something?He and Nat laughed, but then the boy served other people who arrived. I noticed that he treated the rest of the customers in the same pleasant and friendly way, and I soon understood t
"It's a mental thing," my mother said, without taking her eyes off the road. I can never pronounce the name right. She starts with Esq-q … And I lose it. Ski…I opened my eyes to the extent.-Schizophrenia?-That! As if she had just realized that it was something serious, her expression turned uneasy."But, Mom! The girl doesn't need a friend." She needs a psychiatrist! I exclaimed. What the hell could I help you with?"Your tone…" she warned me and I sighed, running my hands over my face, shaken. She is undergoing treatment. Joane is looking at the possibility of having her admitted to a mental institution, but I want to see if this helps her. Don't be like that, Amy. —Her severe voice of hers let me know that she had not liked my attitude, and she understood it, but how was my visit going to help her?What Claire needed was a doctor, a specialist. She was not a girl she barely had any memories of, and that she possibly didn't even like.My mother parked across the street from Joane
"I-I'm Amy," I mumbled."Amy?" She—she frowned more. Which Amy?So then I fallen in reason. That's why her face wasn't entirely familiar to me yet. The Claire of my memories wore glasses, just like the ones she had on the nightstand next to her bed.I approached the furniture, taking the glasses and depositing the bag that I had on top, to be more comfortable."Don't come near me!" she exclaimed desperately. Do not touch me!“I'll just put the glasses on so you can see me, Claire.She seemed to relax. It was evident that the girl was very serious. A pang of pity went through me.I slid the glasses down her face carefully, and her brown eyes widened beneath the square lenses.He frowned. Acknowledgment quickly streaked his bruised features."A-Amy Masters?" Her,” she inquired, and I nodded with a half smile. Wow...you haven't changed a bit.I cleared my throat, like I had a lump in it."Do I still look like a six?"A hint of laughter escaped her lips, but she coughed and couldn't go on
-Who are you? she inquired.His head was still languid, but now he was staring at me.I took a breath, more relaxed knowing that he was fine. Schizophrenic, but alive, at least.She had no idea how often this happened to her, or how to react. But still, I tried my best to do my best and answer him patiently.“I-I'm Amy Masters,” I murmured. You know me, Claire, we used to play together when we were kids.She looked at me from head to toe, slowly walking the length of my body. The extensive scrutiny of her made me feel uncomfortable, and I hugged myself.“Go away,” he spat, and I frowned.Apparently, he had adopted a hostile attitude now. What was this? Multiple personalities?“I want to help you, Claire. I reminded myself to be tactful. I am your friend.-You are? He cocked his head.-Of course.I smiled at her and she returned the gesture."Then could you untie me?""Oh, sorry…" I made a face. Can't."Just for a while," she begged, making an exaggerated pout. Look how these people ha
-What do you want?His smile widened.“Well, I was planning to make this bitch rot in hell. But now that I see you…” He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. Right now, all I want is to devour that invisible soul of yours that smells so... delicious .His lips drew back and I jerked free of his grasp, stumbling.The danger made my brain react, and I looked at my bag that was resting on the nightstand.I barely reached it with my fingertips, but then she crouched on the bed and lunged at me, causing me to drop her to the floor. My back slammed into the carpet and a groan of pain escaped me. She put both arms to the sides of my head and I struggled to push her away from me, but somehow she seemed to have more strength than her slender body made out. Her glasses fell on top of me, and I covered my face with my arm.At that moment, I felt how he mercilessly sank his teeth into my forearm.I screamed at the excruciating pain and tried to use my legs to hit him with whatever blow I
Why was everything happening so fast? It couldn't be a coincidence. The fact that every single supernatural event that had come into my life these last few weeks happened almost at the same time, it couldn't just be random, could it?What had changed? Why was my soul suddenly attracting demons? Why, overnight, couldn't those damn creatures have access to my mind like they could the rest of the people? Why had he never had contact with that world until now?Why did this have to happen to me?I hissed as my father tightened the bandage a little tighter on the wound on my arm. I watched as he glared at Mom for the hundredth time, and she sniffled."Enough," I asked him in a whisper. It wasn't his fault."What wasn't?" she accused under her breath.“Frank…” Mom whispered."That girl is sick !" he called in her direction. And you left my daughter alone with that lunatic!She tensed her lips, which trembled again from wanting to hold back her tears."It wasn't Mom's fault," I mumbled, tryin