Being today Saturday, the house is a little more crowded than during the week. Mommy Grimmes is cleaning the house, daddy Grimmes is on the couch reading the newspaper, Jessica is outside on the swing reading, and of course Blake has returned to his normal self and he's playing games in his room in a perfect sunny summer day. Go figures.
I try my best to stay out of sight of the parents, to avoid unwanted incidents. So, once checking everybody up, I make my way upstairs.
Last night's "dream" was wicked, and it gotten me really shaken up for watching my twin sister again, but it definitely helped me to wrap my head around these questions I've been having. According to her, I have to be quick in imprison my Ammit, or else I might end up like those sad forgotten shadows I saw in Purgatory. Saying these words out loud seems really crazy. I need to tell Blake about all of this. Katelyn told me that he could help me.
Stopping at the bottom of the small steps that lead to my room, I try my best to concentrate and imagine myself on the entrance of the room. I close my eyes and bam, I appear at the entrance. I jump a little with happiness before turning around to see Blake sitting on the chair that was once mine.
I was thinking he was playing video games, but his closed face suggests that he's doing something that might be upsetting him. He's frenetically typing in his keyboard.
I forgot about showing myself to him and instead I think about approaching him and see what's bothering him so much. I don't think he even realize I'm in the room because he didn't mention the cold.
Once in front of the computer, I look at the new shiny screen and see that he's on Facebook, chatting with someone. Taking a closer look and I realize he's talking with Clarissa. The living girl he fell for on the beginning of his classes. They don't seem to be having a pleasant conversation, but reading that is definitely making my insides boil.
Clarissa says:
Is there another girl?
Blake says:
What kind of question is that?
Clarissa says:
Just answer it. You've been avoiding me, you won't even speak to me in class or out of it and when you do, you're... you're so sour and mean to me. So please, answer the question Blake.
Blake says:
And why do you want to know that? Why is the answer to that so important?
Clarissa is typing...
There was no right-away answer. That Clarissa girl was asking him such a stupid question. Of course there was another girl. The only girl and she should just... back away and leave him alone.
Clarissa says:
Because... because I thought that you liked me... I thought it was quite obvious that I've been crushing on you since your first day in school.
After reading that answer, I looked at Blake to see if his face revealed some reaction but it was blank as a white sheet of paper. He started typing once again.
Blake says:
There's no one else. I've just been dealing with some personal issues and I'm sorry if I've not been the best person ever, won't happen again. Also... About the crush thing...
Clarissa says:
What about it?
Blake says:
You're not the only one in that situation.
I couldn't believe what I was reading. I felt betrayed even though there couldn't be anything between me, a dead girl, with him, a living person. But... but I thought that maybe, something, something existed between us. How is he supposed to help me fight my personal monster when is all busy with crushing over a stupid girl?!
That's it. I have to let go of this bond I created with him. I need to understand that I'M DEAD. And that's it. But the way he hugged me suggested something so much stronger.
I want to rip off his blank face.
I need to show him that I'm still here. But I'm not going to show myself to him.
I approach the bed and hop on it, aplying as much force as I can making it screech. Of course Blake's attention was turned to the bed. To me.
"Kayla?" He asks, while getting up slowly.
I sit against the headboard with my legs stretched.
"Kay?" he asks again, clearly nervous.
"Don't call me Kay." I say to myself.
"Kayla where are you?"
I look around the room, and my eyes stop on an old teddy bear on one of the shelfs. I focus on it and with a movement of my hand make the toy fly through the air and land on Blake's face, making him stumble back.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Blake grumbles.
I jump of the bed and grab Blake's sheets, ripping them in half. His face is frozen in shock.
I pick his pillow and throw it to the side of his head.
"How? How Blake? You were obsessed with me! And now I'm not your doll toy anymore?!" anger grows inside of me.
I punch him in the arm, and he loses his shit.
"Kayla! Stop! Are you possessed? Can you just tell me what's wrong? What did I do to you?" he screams, plainly upset.
"What did you do to me? You got tired of me! And now you are running back to the arms of your little French girl?" I scream in return, but I know he doesn't listen. "Screw you Blake!"
I grab one of his shirts and throw it to him again, of course. This one got stuck on his head and he's fighting it to get it off. That makes me laugh my ass, even though I just want to scream.
I sit on my knees and watch him, waiting for is reaction.
He takes off the shirt and his breathing increases. I can tell that he wants to snap at me. But not being able to see me, doesn't help one bit.
Five minutes passed and we are still on the same positions.
"Are you done with your little rant, you child?"
Oh no you didn't.
I disappear and reappear next to him, this time making myself show to him. I raise myself to my tip toes and whisper in his ear "You didn't see nothing yet."
His whole body stiffens and I disappear once again, appearing back by the desk, invisible.
"I needed you Blake! I showed myself to you and didn't care." I force myself not to cry, but my throat stings so much and my voice cracks.
Looking on top of the desk and his Nintendo DS is there. I grin as I pick it up.
His eyes widen at the sight of watching his baby hovering in front of him.
"You will never trick me again Blake."
Before breaking the Nintendo in half, Blake steps in and whispers my name, making my body melt.
"Kayla, please. I'm sorry if I did anything to upset you."
He's coming closer, grabbing the Nintendo off my hands, which I let slide off my fingers to cleans my tears.
"Let's talk?" he begs.
I can't face him right now. What was I going to tell him? That I had a jealousy attack even though I don't have any feelings for him?
I stretch my back and leave the room without looking back.
Practically running down the stairs, I stop in the living room wishing I could go outside. I sit against the glass doors that lead to the backyard and stare outside. Jessica is still on the swing, swinging slowly and looking at the floor, drowned in her sorrows. Strangely enough she's hearing a jacket, under a hot summer sun.
In the wall of the yard there are some drawings of me and my sister that we made when we were 10. That was like out secret spot. Whenever one of us was sad, the other one would always know that the other was there.
Thinking about all this is making my brain feel a lot more confused, so I chose to shield my face in my knees in an attempt to forget about the memories.
"Katelyn, I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so lonely out here. I still can't figure out what you said to me, and I honestly think that Blake won't be of such help. I snapped at him because he was moving on with his life. But you know? The way he begged for me to show up, and the way he accepted me made me feel alive. I feel so sorry for what I did to him, but I feel my soul breaking into shadow, and sometimes I can't control my emotions. Like I'm not myself. But I did feel jealous! And it broke me when he told her that he had a crush on her. Oh please Katelyn...I need you here."
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A glass breaking makes me wake up. I realize that I had fallen asleep during my monologue and now the night reigns outside. I raise my head. At this point I'm super confident that I'm not being seen if a living person comes in.
I stay with my eyes locked with the entrance of the living room, waiting to see a pair of feet appearing.
Something does appear, but it starts with gigantic lion paws that soon grow to be a lion's body and a lion's face with spikes rising from its head. The Ammit.
It sits down when it's all self stood glorious in the room.
At this moment the light from the room was sucked by this monster, and we fall in darkness. Soon my eyes adjusted to the dark and the silhouette of the Ammit is ever more frightening.
I get up on my feet and face him.
"I'm not afraid of you! Not anymore." dread is coming out of my every pores, but I don't let it show by my voice.
I take one step forward, and he mimics me. My eyes move to the fire place and those iron spikes.
It took me a time to think about it but I teleported near the fire place and immediately grabbed one of the spikes.
"Come on. I'm ready to fight you."
My reflection was mirrored in its deep red eyes. I can feel the hesitation within it.
A few seconds passes and I raise my weapon.
The Ammit turns around, and leaves the room majestically and slowly, turning in the corner that leads to the stairs.
I follow suit after it, never letting go of the spike.
I stop in my tracks. The Ammit is gone.
Did it just wanted to "study" me? Maybe send me a sign of some sort.
The light returns to the house and I know that the beast has disappeared.
I'm fighting this urge to run to the room and tell Blake what happened, even though I haven't told him anything about this beast.
I basically drag myself upstairs, checking behind my shoulder a few times.
The house is completely silent, as everyone is already sleeping. I gotta admit, it does make me feel a little nervous, but it doesn't take much for me to reach the room.
Once there, my eyes don't need adjust from the light, as a full moon is shining inside. Blake is sleeping on his side, making little breathing noises.
I sit on the bed, and I make myself visible. Maybe he'll wake up.
He doesn't.
I take one long look at him. Half of me wants to punch him to death, but the other half want to tell him what happened. The half of me that wants to punch him is much bigger that the other. But I fight the urge.
I crawl on the bed and grab his right arm, to make way for me to fit in him. I lay down, my body glued to his bare chest. I drop his hand on top of my shoulder and place my forehead against him. I feel him stretch, and I simply disappear in his arms, making myself invisible once again.
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A/N:
Hey guys! I'm sorry for taking a few more to post, but I wasn't at home during the weekend.
What's your oppinion about Kayla's rant towards Blake? Did he deserved so much more? or was she a little on the overracting side?
Feel free to comment and vote, it will mean the world to me! :D