Finding You

Chapter ~~7

            “You are lying.” The shock had faded from his eyes but he sure didn’t look indifferent anymore. “I have told everyone here that I go by the name Andrew. Victor is my born name. No one has called me that in centuries.” He looked me straight in the eyes and he stared at me so hard I felt like he could see right through me. Fear spread through my body.

            His hold on my arm was really starting to hurt. Just as the pain in my arm was beginning to process in my mind, I heard his voice again.

            ‘How does she know my name? No one here knows my name except Dean Ellington. He would not just tell someone my name to some Myx for no reason. Either he has an ulterior motive for telling her, or she specifically asked about me. Either way I will not stand for it.’

            “Stop lying and tell me the truth” he said bringing me back from his thoughts.

            “If I tell you will you promise to keep it to yourself? You can’t tell anyone.”

            “Why should I promise anything to you?” he asked rudely. He acted like he was superior than me. That’s very irritating.

            “I won’t tell you until you do” I said stubbornly.

            “Fine” he said in defeat, “I will not tell a soul.”

            I nodded my head and said “When you grabbed my wrist I heard your mind. I heard your voice in my head. But it feels like more now. It feels like we’re connected somehow. I don’t know how but I think I skimmed your brain. I know things about you. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”

            “You read my mind?” he asked sounding both confused astonished. I nodded and he said “Hmmm. That is very interesting. Have you ever done that before?” I shook my head. “What was it like to be in someone else’s head?” He looked very curious.

            “It was scary. You have a lot of dark memories.” I paused. “But that wasn’t what scared me the most. It was that I felt like I was you. I couldn’t tell us apart. I didn’t know where your memories ended and where mine started. I felt like I was losing myself inside of you.”

            For a few moments he just stood there. He didn’t move, not even blink. Suddenly he let go of my wrist. My wrist ached as blood rushed up my wrist and into my fingers. I cradled my arm against my chest. Victor came to, and looked at my wrist.

            “I am sorry for hurting your wrist. Truly I meant you no harm, you took me by surprise, calling me by a long forgotten name. I can heal your wrist if you wish.”

            I was hesitant but I was going to need my hand, so I held my hand out to him. He put one hand over my wrist and one under it. In a matter of seconds he lifted his hands and my whole arm felt brand new. “Thank you Victor” I said and smiled at him.

            A smile flashed to his face but he quickly pulled it away and his indifferent look returned to his face. It’s all an act, he’s hiding his emotions. Even though the smile that snuck out was a slip on his part, I’m glad that I got to see it. It makes me feel better about Victor. I saw the terrible things he did, but he also did a lot of good.

            I returned to my dorm and it was ten minutes to nine. I’ve got to get to class. I checked my schedule. My first class was Demon Interaction B1 rm. 322, at nine o’clock. At twelve I had Literature B1 rm. 119, and Myx Control B1 rm. 406 at two thirty. Tomorrow I had French B1 rm. 230 at ten thirty, Creative Writing B2 rm. 328 at twelve, and Combat B3 rm. C.A. at three. Monday and Wednesday and every other Friday I had Literature, Demon Int., and Myx Control. On Tuesdays and Thursdays and every other Friday I had Creative Writing, French, and Combat.