Don't you see? You're so quiet now. What happened to all the yelling and shouting? What happened to you being right; to her being a whore in your mind? Did you realize I stopped listening? Or did you realize that he started listening? Suddenly frightened by the sound of your own voice are we? I'm getting incoherent again; let me try this once again.
Our eyes glowed in fury, radiating the impact of a thousand suns in energy composed of nothing but anger and hatred. After the explosion of uncontrolled furry and violence there was a silence as I hit the chair and shut off; staring at you in sad eyes filled with adoration even in my hatred. This is the beautiful part of me right now, understanding, patient, forgiving; the unbridled rage has left my body leaving me exhausted, to manifest at its' own will.
"Are you listening to me?" you bellowed, all I could hear was the silence of your yells getting lost as it traveled down the hallway. I smiled when I saw you go white in realization, you could feel it too. Your voice dulled to a whisper, "He's here isn't he?"
"Or she" I thought to myself; it has characteristics of both. I've never acknowledged the presence to anyone, never talked about it even to my closest friends. Some people detect it, some don't, most just know.
"Why would he follow you here after you moved?" you asked. I tried my best not to burst out laughing as I casually shrugged my shoulders pretending like I barely knew anything about it. I learned as a child that playing ignorant regarding this is best; regardless of trust or truth.
"Did your dream have something to do with it?" you asked.
"What dream?" I asked. That dream had a lot to do with this, but I really didn't want to go down that road with you right now.
"You had a dream a couple days ago, when we were taking a nap after we got back in town, you talked about it creeping you out, and you were going to tell me about it a couple of times since then but stopped yourself. You were acting weird for a day afterwards"
"Hm… I can't really remember it anymore, sorry. It was just a dream" I lied.
"Jaydon, ever since that day I've had the worst feeling in my stomach whenever I'm over here, like something bad is happening, or that something else is here."
"It's just me" the first true thing I'd told you tonight. And coincidentally the only thing you wouldn't believe. "Let's just get some sleep, you'll feel better in the morning…"
I love making up, sometimes I think that's half the reason we argue to begin with…..
This entry will be continued…