SHADOWERS: 'OF THE TWELVE REALMS'

Chapter Twenty nine

MY FINGERS RUN down, my neck tie, then back up, adjusting, it around my collar, looking at it through my locker mirror. I fidgeted alittle with it, telling myself this was either a stupid idea or a very stupid idea. But only for seven hours, then I remembered fence practice after school, make that Eight hours.

Eight long hours to pull this poorly constructed plan, if I can just make it today, I'd think of a better plan tomorrow. I felt obliged to bring it along with me to school, mostly because I thought about the 'What if's'.

What if one of the cleaners came in that guest room to have it cleaned, and then the same thing happened again this time with someone else.

What if this time someone really got hurt or worse this creature got caught and what if it were to be killed. But it was the killer, what if it murdered someone.

I had alot on my mind, thinking maybe I was the problem; it was true. It was all true- I was the beginning to all this, every fault all attributed to me touching that watch, tossing it to the floor, instead of respectfully leaving it in that box, I just had to get angry, to be fair I already was, that was just a plus.

'Why did I have to touch that watch?'

I circled my finger around what I heard, what I saw and what I felt. That night, when we both went to sleep, I couldn't. I couldn't sleep, all I could think of was its words ringing and ringing inside my head, loud but seeming far away, just like how an echo felt like, and sleep, when I finally found sleep, it wasn't any better, I had these strange dreams of voices of ones I knew. They just kept on echoing and echoing the goddamn same things.

But.

I had a very descriptive nightmare last night, in it they was only one thing I could see. Even I have very little memory, more of vague and unreasoning of the nightmare, I had last night, about the girl, that girl I saw her, but I only heard her when I couldn't see her anymore, she was actually talking to me, and I could feel her hand in my mine, her long delicate thin fingers, caressing over mine, and we held hands. She told me things that were so familiar and actual.

Everything she said couldn't be true. She only said those things because we last talked about it, not at all true, it wasn't anything like the rest I had encounters with, this was truly just a nightmare. I kept that in mind, I kept on thinking about it.

What she said was Not true.

She's not real.

she's just a part of my imagination.

She's what my nightmares look like.

She's Not real.

I touched her. I felt her wet hand around my wrist that day, I felt her hand again in my dream, soft and warm.

She's Not real.

She's something of my mind, something my mind sorted out, something I don't want to see, she's - she's

She's a ghost. 

Shit, I didn't believe in mythical creatures, then what was this? How was it even possible that I had one of their realm so called wondrous gifts, I was neither from there nor had I ever set a foot on their grounds.

It made No sense. I couldn't believe it, it was absolute bullshit, I knew when I had the chance, of leaving Cosmon or Albert to find it I should have. All it was doing was looking for ways to fit me in it's craze, I knew I wasn't the start of it's plan but I was a part of it.