Newfound Senses

This Time

I woke up with a headache that ached with the intensity of a thousand suns.

I'm a fucking poet.

I was completely blinded by a light so bright and beautiful...but it was peaceful and soothing, it didn't even hurt my eyes.

"Katie?" A voice called.

The voice was distant, but somewhat familiar.

"Listen, love, I-we don't have much time," Time? For what? "I can't stay and neither can you but you need to listen, you-" The voice was fading and every word cost more of my energy to process.

"...danger...your sense...I love you..."

Then darkness overwhelmed my vision for the hundredth time in a day while something crashed into me at full speed.

...

We struggled forever trying to get up and off each other.

When were finally in the safety of our feet, but just as tangled, Joseph grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eyes, and started laughing.

'Cause why the fuck not, right?

"You're laughing."

"Like hell I am!" He said through booming giggles. Is it possible to giggle in a manly way? Just saying, though, its not fair.

"And may I know why?"

"Total childish memory, I'm sorry."

"Like hell you are," I smiled. "And why? Has it happened before?"

"If by before you mean every other day I'd swear to God I saw you blacking out, but before you hit the floor you were already standing...and that every time...you didn't remember what was going on? Even though I could see in your eyes that you'd just seen another vision? Terrifying? Eye-opening? I would never know because you always refused to trust me?" He looked right through me. I could feel his eyes far deeper into mine than just the iris. Hell, my soul felt mad-dogged. "If that's what you mean by before...then no, this has never happened." He finished with an edge.

"What makes you think I won't trust you this time?" I asked, completely ignoring his sarcastic irony.

"Will you?" When he looked at me, I saw pain that went way past the simple ache of curiosity.

I could tell I'd kept more important stuff from him...and I could tell he'd found out. It was more than curiosity alright. I had hurt him before-

"You're doing it again."

"What?" I had to admit I jumped a little. I had lost train of thought in his eyes, trying to see past them.

"You're analyzing my every word."

"I'm afraid I can't either confirm or deny that." I joked, leaving his question hanging. He mercifully 'forgot' about it, but it kept me thinking.

If Tucker had told me what was truly going on, why my life was in so called danger, would I have trusted him?

Or would I have wanted to protect him.