Two Paths, One Decision

•Chapter Three•

I am at the two paths again, only this time, there isn't me as a child, but two birds, one is a pitch black raven, and the other is a fluorescent creamy white dove. On one of the giant thorn branches, the raven stares at me with beady eyes that makes my spine shiver, giving me goosebumps. But the dove flys around beautifully doing a dance in the air, and for some reason I started singing. The dove's wings sway perfectly with the rhythm of my voice as it inches nearer, making me stretch my palms out for the dove, wanting it to know it is safe with me and I will bring no harm. But, right as it was about to reach me, the raven screeches so loud it kills the once beautiful oak trees, having me take my palms out of the sky and cover my ears, making the dove retreat into the good path's sun.

"Why? Why does everyone leave me?" I start crying, the raven's eyes watching me.

"I will have you." The raven's voice fading as I wake up into the reality that I despise.

I wake up with my mouth creating hideous sobs and hair sticking to my face because of my tears.

"Shhh, it's okay." Jeremiah soothed me from the chair on the left of the unfamiliar bed I was in, while I cried. Why does everyone leave me? And why do I feel safe near him, I've never felt safe in my whole life. I thought, as I glance at him.

No one is going to leave you. I hear him echo in my mind, grateful that he pretended no to hear the last part.

"Even though I don't know how you are doing that mind... trick thing, what makes you so sure no one is going to leave me... Just like they did in the past?" I asked him between the heaving, and when I looked up I was surprised at how much concern is in his eyes.

In the past? He questions, but not aloud.

"Yes, in the past. Now can you tell me where I am, and what happened?" I say in a serious tone meaning that I'm don't speaking about my past.

"Um, I guess I just... Touched you, and you lost consciousness," He says sheepishly, but his eyes say that it's something important, that I'm important to him. But that's ludicrous I just met him, "oh, and you're at Mediocris et Alas." Fairy Wings? Wait. How do I know the translation of that? He needs to tell me what's going on, now.

"You need more rest, and I will tell you later with everyone else, I promise." His eyes twinkling with a comfort.

"How do you know what I'm thinking? And what do you mean everyone el-" he quickly lifted the palm of his hand up to my forehead leaving a little space in between, although I can still feel the tiny electric shocks crackling between our skins.

Sleep.

"I feel sleepy," I said, a yawn escaping my mouth, "Thank you, by the... Way."

"For what?" He chuckled with an amused glint in his gorgeous eyes, clearly he thought it was funny how I am so tired.

For saying I was good at... Singing... Especially because... no one has ever complemented on anything... other than my cursed eyes..

I finally fell into a dreamless sleep, the first time in six months, not one of my repeated nightmares. But I swear when I was falling asleep, I felt a gentle hand sweep away the hair that stuck to my face and tuck it firmly behind my elfish-like ears.