Kidnapped

Chapter XXII

I had to be prepared because I already knew what was coming. I’ve been doing this intensely for weeks. I anticipated each of his moves. I wasn’t going to be harmless. I was going to protect myself and if I had the guts, to put him down for good. In reality, if I had hesitated, I would’ve been dead. I am the one who simulates death. He has to die.

I was in a speed tunnel, with him running towards me at the same velocity. I had endless ways to start with, but how was he going to start?

We collided, I grabbed his neck and he fell smashing his head on the floor. I didn’t make it easier for him. I paid attention to his legs, on which I sat and blocked. I laughed at seeing him struggling to reach my throat, waving his arms in void. I then took out the dagger, played with it on his lips right before putting it above his chest and say:

“You’re out.”

“I’m sure you’re cheating. I just know it. It’s the 4th time we’re fighting and you just use the same move, but every single time, you win.”

I took his hand and put it in my back pocket, kissing him playfully.

“Don’t I know you the best?”

He picked me up and I embraced him with my legs, still kissing and laughing, while we were heading to the forest. Outside was warm, so we slowly started taking off each other’s jackets and shoes, laying down on the grass. I let my dark curls down on his face as he was trying to take his shirt off. He got up reaching for mine and when I opened my eyes, I froze dead, bursting out into a sunken scream. James covered my mouth and I closed my eyes, jumping up, but ready to fall back down.

“Calm down, it’s ok. There’s nothing here.”

I had never seen her again in those 2 months but she reappeared when I least expected and even worse than the last time. She was also unbelievably dark, like an aura of sadness and she was floating right into me and James. She made me really weak; she was draining me out of power.

James let go of my mouth and put his hands on my cheeks. I backed off frightened because he had burned me.

“What did you do?” I touched my face and felt it healing.

“I don’t really know, I’m sorry.” He looked back at his palms which were as normal as usual.

I studied James again to see if he was fine, took his hand and ran away from the forest to our cabin.

I searched for my keys desperately right before James stopped me and opened the door with his.

I rubbed my face, grasped James into the bathroom and turned on the water.

“2 months ago, one day, when I was passing by the field, on my way to Patrick’s, I saw a woman sitting on a log. She wasn’t real.”

I got out of the bathroom and searched my bag for my drawing notebook.

“That’s what she looked like. She, she is really sad and she makes me very weak, but every time I see her, I just know she wants to tell me something.”

“Did you ask anybody if they saw her?”

I ran my fingers through my hair.

“What if she isn’t real? They will think I went mad.”

“Maybe it has something to do with your particular power.”

I sat on the edge of the tub, feeling disappointed.

“What if that woman is dead? Do I see dead people?”

“Maybe.”

It was impossible and unorthodox. I was bothering the other world with my power. I was awakening the spirits from their sleep and they were coming back for revenge. What if that woman wanted me to resurrect her? What if she would never stop and haunt me until I agree to bring her back?