The hallucination not that much.

~~~~~~~~What was she thinking about?~~~~~~~~

"Whipped." Says Stevie in shock of what she herd.

"Exactly , that was Jesus first suffering. Now the twisted part about it here , is that you told me you do not even pray. So how could this happen to you. The topic of Stigmata has always been very sketchy and messed up in out society today. Not many know about it. I wouldn't  blame them for not knowing , i recon they barely even pray. No offense or any thing. This is a very , very , extremely rare case. According to the research i did before coming here to Italy in person , the last case of Stigmata was In London two years ago. And there hasn't been any such case in Italy for the past five years. The second , what was the second thing or  attack that you had gotten?" Says Andrew making sharp eye contact with Stevie.

"Um, um, it was the , holes on my hands? A few few days ago." She says unable to form words, just going to show how shocked she was.

"That was the second suffering  of Jesus, the nailing of his hands." Says Andrew

"Whats next now?" Asked Stevie.

"I shall not tell you that Stevie, i do not want you stressing up on death rather then living in the present moment. That is what you really need to do now instead of worrying so much." Says Andrew.

"But what if i die?" Asked Stevie a soft voice.

"There is a big 'if' isn't there? And plus this is what i thought you may be dealing with, then you told me that you never prayed or pray in general." Says Andrew.

"Okay." Says Stevie taking a deep breath.

They spoke for a while until the desert came by. Andrew had ordered a Tiramisu for his dessert  and Stevie got a Strawberry Panna Cotta as hers.

As soon as taking a bite of her desert Stevie started hearing the same voices in her head, some of them feeling so real that they felt as though they were from the back of her head. She tried ignoring them as always and hoped it would work as always. But it did not, she tried ,but no, the voices became so clear and vivid with what they were saying. Incomplete sentences and scary words.

"Help."

"Do it."

"The kingdom." Said the voices.

At this point her head was spinning , the louder and louder they became , the more insane she was going. Her hands started to shake and shiver. It caught Andrew's eye.

"Stevie?! What are you doing?" He says in concern with with he was seeing.

She did not reply. It was 11 pm Stevie and Andrew were the only ones in the restaurant , everyone else had left. And yet the staff was still there cleaning the tables and keeping them ready for breakfast tomorrow morning. Stevie wanted to break things , yell and scream, but she couldn't , her conscious knew that she is in front of Andrew and that the staff is there as well. She bit her lips , making it bleed a little. Her head started to hurt , as though something sharp and pointed was placed on it. As soon as she felt this sensation  she got up from where she was seated.

"Stevie, wait!? What is wrong?" Asked Andrew getting up right after her.

But then she started to run , she ran toward the front door of the restaurant  to get outside. She walked faster than usual. Before you know it, she was outside on the road and Andrew was unable to follow her. Andrew can run really fast because of his height but for some reason that wasn't adding up. Stevie was outside , facing a silent road , with just street lights. The feeling of thorns on her head felt more and more painful and real. She ran towards the left side of the crossroad , which led her to a lonely lane , the moon was the only light that could be visible there. She was free to yell and scream , no one would judge her. She yelled so loud , the thorns felt like just a nano-meter away from actually getting her brains hurt. Her head was bleeding cranberry red. She was crying while going around in circles. But in all actuality there was nothing on her head, apart from her hair of course, the crown of thorns wasn't even there on her head. Yet she felt it's sharpness poke her. Even though Andrew couldn't chase her in time as to how fast she was, he could now easily tell where she could be. That was how loud her screams and shouts were.  He ran down the same direction that Stevie was. Andrew was now face to face with her but yet at a very huge distance , her head was bleeding , the blood going in her eyes. Within the blink of an eye, with out even noticing , Stevie's eyes had changed to a sunlight yellow. She was on top of a broken old car. Literally on top of it. She had a sharp shard of glass in her hand that she picked up from the same road.  As Andrew saw  this he couldn't take it anymore. Stevie was on all fours on top of the car. Andrew then , sharply realized what was going on.