Baby Blues

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
It only takes a pair of blue eyes to turn your world upside down... And make you ponder whether ghosts exist or not....

#1 in Labyrinth Black's contest Cobwebs & potions ;)
And yeah, also an entry for patienceisavirtue

Submitted: February 23, 2015

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Submitted: February 23, 2015

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The winters had cast their spell over the city. Chilly winds blew, making goose bumps rise over my pale skin. I was in the secluded part of the city. Again my parents had gotten into their drunken brawl and I didn’t have the heart to witness it.

 

It was almost nearing to 10 when I decided to make my way back home. Call me dumb to roam around so late at night, and that too alone; but if you ever see my parents fighting, you too would rush off to the nearest hiding.

 

My family wasn’t always like this. We were pretty close actually. My brother’s death caused a rift between us. He had been burned alive trying to save his friend’s little sister from that guy’s house on fire. He and my brother both died that night. Dad and mom couldn’t get over his death. Dad chose to live in denial while mom drowned her sorrows in the bittersweet alcohol. As for me, I don’t live. I just exist. Jason and I were pretty close. He was my partner in crime and my savior when things spiraled downwards. Losing him felt like losing a part of me. So, in all, our whole family was stuck with depression and being cowards, we never tried to get out of it; even after 2 years.

 

My mother blamed my father for Jason’s death as the day before the tragic incident, my father had gone all hulk over Jason as he had some disagreement between dad. And the next thing we know is Jason bunked at his friend, Blake’s house and we get a call at night to be informed that he died. Dad couldn’t believe it, mom was shedding tears unconsciously and I was numb. Plain numb. The fact that he died trying to save a lil’ girl’s life made me proud of him. But I couldn’t stop asking, Why him? Why?

 

Today, it was exactly two years since Jason’s and Blake’s death. Blake’s family was devastated and they moved out of town as they couldn’t find the courage to rebuild and live in the house where their beloved son died.

 

Since Jason’s death, I had deemed myself into a ritual of going and visiting the horrifically burnt down house where my brother died. In the early days, when I couldn’t cope with Jason’s demise, I would just stand there blankly, staring at the house as if Jason would come rushing out of the door to see me. But none of that happened. Ever.

 

As usual, I made my way to the ruined house. It always had this gloomy and sad look to it. Like it had been forgotten. Suddenly a shiver ran down my spine. I was too engrossed to notice that it was not caused by the chilly wind but something else. The night had gone eerily silent and there was no sign of life around. I stood there like always, staring at the ruined home, wishing that all of it never happened. I stood there for about half an hour, only the chilly wind and the moon accompanying me. The leaves of the oak tree were rustling as if trying to soothe my pain. The gusty wind was making eerie noises, whimpering. A tear rolled down my cheek. I turned and was on the way to home.

 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand tapped my shoulder. My heart froze with fear; I slowly turned around to see a pair of cobalt blue eyes stare right back at me. They had a hint of emerald swirling in them. I stood there mesmerized. They seemed kinda familiar. But I couldn’t place where I had seen them before. Blame my lack of sharp memory.

 

“You know, its not advisable to roam around alone at night; right?” the not so unfamiliar stranger said.

 

“I know, but doesn’t matter.” With that I started marching back to the place I called home.

 

He didn’t seem the get the fact that I didn’t entertain his company coz he walked beside me. His arms brushing my side with every step he took.

 

“Anyways I’ll walk you home,” he said casually.

 

“Look here whoever the hell you are; I don’t need your care. I know the way to my home. So thanks but no thanks. And so now, go the hell away.” I retorted angrily. Why the hell couldn’t people leave me alone?

 

“Hey! Calm down! I’m just walking you home. I don’t want anything in return. I just don’t want anything happening to you” he replied, arms in the air as if surrendering.

 

“What are you? My guardian angel?” I sneered at him, clearly not impressed by his caring attitude.

 

“Yeah, something like that... God, Jason’s surely got a bitchy sister,” he muttered under his breath.

 

Fortunately for him, I didn’t hear it. Or I would have had a heart stroke. Most of the people I knew never mentioned Jason's name in my presence because I would always withdraw and look as if my soul was sucked out of me. Mr. Baby Blue Eyes seemed to be that irritating mosquito which buzzed around your ear but didn’t matter how many times you swatted at it, you couldn’t get rid of its annoying buzz. By looks, nope, he didn’t look like a mosquito but yeah, he behaved like one.

 

He was surely dumb for sure coz he was poking at an angry lion. Why didn’t he get the clue and buzz off? He tried making small talk with me. Really? Who discussed weather as a start to a conversation?

 

“So school’s good?” he asked me.

 

“Why would you care?” I retorted, clearly in no mood to small talk.

 

“Nah.  Just wanted to know that the football team is doing good even after we left.” He answered back casually. My interest peaked. I couldn’t place those cobalt blue eyes but I surely had seen them somewhere before.

 

“I dunno. Its been two years since I went to any game.” I replied. Jason was a part of the team and I would cheerfully watch every game of his. He was the runner back. Blake was the quarter back but I never talked to him. Jason always kept me away from his friends. He had strict policies of guys hitting on me. Especially his friends. Coming to think of it, I have never seen Blake or any of Jason’s friends up close. Just heard my friends drooling over Blake’s baby blue eyes and six packs. Unbelievable, but I never met him too. Jason never brought his friends home. He was that over protective. And also he was three years older to me. So I never hung out or talked to his friends as they all were seniors and I was also the nerd. And well, very unobservant and detached.

 

The guy snapped his fingers in front of my face and with that my walk down the memory lane ended. The air had gotten much chillier now. It was freezing. I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to keep warm.

 

“You cold?” Mr. Blue eyes asked me, a hint of concern in his eyes.

 

“No shit Sherlock.” I couldn’t help the sarcasm lacing my voice. And gave him a pointed look.

 

He shrugged his jacket of his shoulders and handed it to me. I just stared at him, blankly, as if he was insane for removing his jacket when it was bone freezing cold out here.

 

“I can bear the cold if that’s what you are wondering about. And it seems you need them more than I do,” he said, staring right back into my eyes. When I didn’t take the jacket from his out stretched hands and kept walking; he sighed and placed them over my shoulders. He forcefully unwrapped my arms and pulled them through the sleeves of the jacket, firmly but also gently and zipped it upto my chin, his fingers slightly grazing my skin. They were very cold and I shivered at the touch. Sensing my shiver, Mr. Blue Eyes pulled away his fingers and looked away, a pained expression marring his face. I was too busy to notice as I was lost in my own thoughts... The jacket was big on me. Nah, actually scratch that; very big, it encompassed my petite frame and made me look like a tiny kid wrapped up in loads of blanket. But, it felt very warm and smelt of vanilla. Yeah, I sniffed it like some creep. But the scent was soothing and it appeared to calm me. I muttered an incoherent thank you to Mr. Blue Eyes, who seemed amused to not have a sarcastic retort or abusive word from me in regard to his kind but forceful action. The guy was kinda growing on me.

 

"You know frowning is not good. You should smile more, besides you would look great smiling," he said, nudging my shoulders.

 

"Not when there is nothing to smile for," I replied, my voice filled with sorrow.

 

"Nope. It depends on you find the reason to smile. Or like me, smile for no reason. I used to do that all the time and my friends used to call me insane." He said looking at the ground, as if he was remebering something. My head clearly did not register the fact that he was using the past tense...

 

"Yeah, you are insane. Not me. So keep smiling coz I won't." I answered back teasingly. It was surprising that how a few minutes back I wanted to bite this guy's head off and now I was teasing him.

 

"You never understand the worth of something until you lose it. Or in this context the ability to do it," his words contained a deeper meaning behind them; but I didn't prod him to elaborate. Loss for me always brought back the memories of Jason.

 

 

We walked in comfortable silence until we reached my house. We both halted together, even though I supposed he didn't know where I lived he came to a abrupt stop before my home.  And Blue Eyes turned to me, waiting me to speak. I again murmured a thank you and turned to leave but he caught my wrist. He took a deep breath, bracing himself to speak.

 

“Erin,” he said slowly, but I was too shocked to comprehend. The guy knew my name even though I never told him. If this shocked me, his next words blew me off...

 

“Erin,” he whispered again, his words shook me out of my dazed state again and I looked at him again, blinking, unable to form a coherent sentence.

 

“Stop self harming; Jason’s death wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have stopped him from coming to my place that night. He died saving my baby sister and I’m grateful for that. But stop killing yourself over his death; he isn’t happy to see you like this.” I was stunned. No one knew that I had started cutting after Jason'd death. Not even my parents.

 

I opened and closed my mouth trying to speak, but no words came out.

 

All the while Mr. Blue Eyes continued his speech, “He is happy there, you know? Don’t worry about him. Take care of yourself. Please move on, he won’t ever want you to keep mourning his death and blaming yourself for it. You need to live and live to the fullest. Stop trying to end your life. And he trusts you to get your family back on track. He loves you.” With that he kissed my forehead, my eyelids fluttered shut. When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me longingly. He gave me a sad smile, and just like that disappeared into thin air. Only the jacket wrapped around me signaled that he was not a part of my crazy imagination. I stared at the place he stood. Slowly, I turned and made my way to the house. Mom was passed out on the couch with a beer bottle by the side. Dad was sleeping on the recliner, his unshaved stubble adding that regret to his frowned features. I took both of them a blanket each and tucked them in. Still, I was not in my mind and was too dazed to speak. I unconsciously made my way to Jason’s room. Everything there was untouched. It looked just like Jason had left it two years ago.

 

I picked up the picture frame which he had kept on his study table. It was of the varsity football team. It was clicked after they had won home coming. Every player was grinning but my eyes were focused on the blue orbs of their quarter back’s. Blake’s baby blue eyes with a hint of green. The same which I had seen tonight.


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