Faith St. John
‘cant be that complicated Axel’ I answered with a smile. ‘please try?’
Sighing he ran a hand through his tussled hair his eyes troubled. ‘How far back are you talking exactly?’
‘How fare do you remember?’
Gulping he chuckled to himself. I didn’t see anything funny in the matter. ‘I remember a lot.’
‘ok’ I nodded and sat down on the ground.
‘Back when they were experimenting on you, when they run a test-something had went terribly wrong. You were shocked trembling, they had to resuscitate you and bring you back after your heart stopped.’ He paused and continued to pace. ‘after they left the room- the doctors I mean I was sent in to keep an eye on you. That’s when you finally looked at me. through the whole process you just looked away from us. Never once making eye contact. But after that you looked at me with such-such pain filled eyes.’ He looked at me and forced a smile.
‘are you saying I died at one point?’
‘briefly yes, but they brought you back’ she shakes his head. ‘you looked at me and asked me to take you away. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing you voice was so gentle and broken. I still remember your exact words.’ He closed his eyes. ‘you said “please let me out, I don’t want to be here anymore…please help me” I couldn’t resist, you were created to be the most desirable thing in the world. Beautiful in every way. I couldn’t say no to you’
‘why?’ I demanded none of it still didn’t make sense to me.
‘you were unhappy.’ He looked me in the eyes as he stopped pacing and walked to me. standing in front of me he searched my eyes, ‘I helped you because I couldn’t resist your blue eyes, they were so pleading and wanting’ he squatted down and touched my cheek. ‘I didn’t like seeing you on that damned table screaming and crying in pain’ he answered as he stood up again and walked away.
Sighing I stood up. ‘I remember what it was like but I don’t remember what happened, why is it that some things are still blotted out?’ it was clear that I did love him, or the old me did but he didn’t know that the old me had used a spell to hid those thoughts from him because it was for his safety.
Flinching he rubbed his face, ‘ I wish you didn’t remember the experiments they did’ he looked at me with worn out eyes. ‘ I wish you remembered what happened between us’
“us” like we were more then just friends. Blinking I glanced away, that was why the other me had used the spell, to keep him safe.
‘it was would be so much eas…’ his voice was cut off.
Blinking I looked around the dimly lit room. Glancing down I realized I was on the coach. The dream was over. Just as I was going to find out.
A clash of thunder filled room rattling the glass as a flash of lighting lights up the room. Flinching I pulled the blanket up to my nose and tried to go back to sleep.
I had always been afraid of storms like these. And I had always had foster mom to comfort me when I would crawl into her bed. But I didn’t have mom here. I was alone. Glancing to were the hallway was I thought about going into Axels room. But I didn’t know if I should.
Another clap of thunder sent me fleeing down the hall stumbling quietly through the dark. Pushing his door open slowly I slipped in and looked around the dim room. Tip-toeing to the bed I looked down at Axel who was sprawled out. Pulling back a cover I slipped in.
I didn’t want to wake him so I tried to stay still. Rolling towards me Axels arm wrapped around me and pulled me close. ‘Whats wrong?’ his voice was soft and sleepily.
‘I-I couldn’t sleep…the thunder’ I stammered. ‘I didn’t mean to wake you up’
‘its ok’ he muttered as he rubbed his face against my neck. His body pressed up against my back.
‘I usually got to my moms room-but she’s not here and- and you’re the only one here’ I continued awkwardly.
‘I know’ he smiled. ‘I don’t mind.’
Sighing I nodded and closed my eyes. I felt him pull the covers around us. ‘You were dreaming’ he murmured
‘you seen it didn’t you?’ I hesitated.
‘in a manor of speaking yes.’ He answered.
‘whats that suppose to mean?’
‘I dream what you dream, its like your dreams become my dreams Faith’ he nuzzled my neck. ‘being a mind reader it does that for me, I am always tapped into your thoughts.’
‘so was it accurate?’ I asked as I fiddled with his fingers.
‘yes, I answered them to my best limits’ he answered.
‘so…what do you mean by “us” you said it like something happened.’
His body went stiff. ‘get some sleep Faith’ he answered stiffly as he held on to me. sighing I realized I wouldn’t get an answer from him and I closed my eyes and leaned back against him.