She got out of her room and joined her family. For the first time since I had been able to feel everything that she felt, she was genuinely happy. This was not the fake smile that she usually put on, this time it was real and though she was not smiling, I could feel it. Her happiness was short lived though. In the car I could feel her heart ache. It was an ache that she felt whenever she thought of her father but every time that she did I could not help but wonder how she was able to go through her days so normally when the ache in her chest was weighing her down. She saw her grandmother and the weight was lifted. This was the one person that I could tell that she was genuinely happy to be around.
I fell asleep as soon as I felt as if she was better. I looked at the clock; it was a few minutes past midnight. This was the earliest that I could sleep, I closed my eyes for a few minutes then bam!
It hit. The shortness of breath. Her heart felt like it was being torn apart. It woke me right up, but I did not open my eyes. I wanted to know what was wrong, her vision was blurry and the voices in her head got louder. I could not endure it myself. I wanted to open my eyes, maybe that would put an end to the pain that I was feeling through her. But I could not, I could not leave her alone in this state. I knew that she could not tell that I was with her, but I would have hated myself if I did. I watched her leave the building, the voices in her head getting louder with each step she took. Then she walked straight ahead, not noticing the cars that were honking at her. I held my breath; I was afraid that something was going to happen to her. Perhaps that large truck that I could hear honk at her. she could not see it so neither could I but I could hear it. she could not. The voices in her head were too loud for her.
I held my palm out as if magically hoping to pull her away from the middle of the road. Maybe it was my desire, or the silent prayer that I prayed hoping that whatever deity was out there would hear me. I wanted her safe. That was the first time that I genuinely prayed with all of my heart. That was the first time that I prayed ever. Then it happened. She did not even notice it but the moment that she looked up, her teary eyes blurring her vision but just enough for me to see, I could tell that something had happened. What I never even thought possible. She was here.
I could not tell if this was just my mind playing tricks on me but the moment that she talked to a wolf whom I could tell was surely my kind, it was confirmed. I had somehow, in some magical way, managed to pull her into my world. I was excited at first thinking of the fact that I could finally see her in person and not just a reflection in the mirror, then it hit me all at once, I had just put her in the gravest danger that she could ever be in. I had taken her from the mouth of a lion and thrown her into that of a shark.
I opened my eyes and ran out; I did not even bother putting on shoes. From the look on his face and the fact that he had promised to show her a place that did not even exist in our realm, I could tell that he meant to hurt her. She was confused and lost in a very dangerous world, and it was all my fault. I could feel her fear. I ran out and used my speed to try and get to her. I got to where he had taken her from and tried to track her. It was funny that I could read her mind, feel her emotions, see what she could when I had my eyes closed, yet in that moment, what I needed most was her scent but that I did not know.
I tried to close my eyes and see where it was that he had taken her. The darkness did not help. I opened my eyes; I was frustrated because I could feel just how scared she was, but I was lost like a complete fool. Then among the many smells and scents in the air of the city was one that I could not ignore, that sweet scent of jasmine, it had a soft honeyed warmth and afaint leafy edge that played in my nostrils as if it did not want to leave the moment that it came in. I did not know if this was her scent but something about it was alluring. Following it and unable to resist it, I hoped it would lead me to her. It did.
Relief washed over me the moment I saw her, but it was also followed by pure rage. I wanted to rip his head from his body for even daring to put his hands on her so seeing his hands around her neck made me want to tear him limb from limb. Then I heard her thoughts, they were not funny in the moment, but they were the kind that I would laugh at later. I never knew that she had a blackbelt in Kungfu till that moment. I thought I knew her so well, but it seemed that I had not discovered all of her.
I did not want to introduce myself in a creepy way, so I tried to sound cool. It's safe to say that it backfired. She said that she did not need help and as much as I did not want to listen to her, I tried to. If it was up to me, he would have been dead the moment that I arrived, but I could tell that she did not, so I waited. The moment that she did accept my help I tore that scumbag into shreds.