The girl in the wood

"Start explaining from the beginning."

"I got the invitation from you and I wasn't glad about it I can admit that, then I started getting visions each night but they were confusing, blurry almost. I didn't create them, I wasn't sure what they were but they were dark and made no sense. Slowly slowly I began seeing Jane at that house  and she  was calling for someone and that's where it would stop. Last night I watched Something or someone kill her but she looked like me and as soon as that happened I came to the house and she was on the floor I had her blood on me because I put her head on my lap and looked at her dead body and yelled to whoever. I panicked and that's when I got up , how did you know where to go ?"

"She wasn't answering my texts, I followed her location and seen you there and obviously it got me assuming the worst because of before."

"So do you believe me ?"

"I'm not sure."

"Your never are sure. You never were, I don't even know why I got into the  car in the first place with you. All you do is fight with me, you've never cared about me and never will, we won't ever work, You know why ? Because you are just so self conceited and it's just so hurtful!"

I felt so pessimistic with his presence. He brought out the worst in me. We like two polar opposites. It was fun 6 years ago when I loved him and he saw me as nothing more. It was fun when I used to sneak glimpses of him when I could, but when I forced the relationship for the first time when I would show him how much he meant to me he would shove me aside, nothing good ever came from us.

We arrived at his house. It was bigger than I'd remembered it , as we entered I got this nostalgic feeling, these butterflies in my stomach, a lump in my throat.

"After all these years you still never changed a thing" I chuckled. The black interior the modern way his house looked, I used to complain for the lack of colour in his house, he was just building it then barely had much made . It looks better now that it's finished , I always wanted to move into an apartment with him in some weird loft , it felt right for me, he was never fond of the idea of course.

We sat down at the dining table and he offered me something to eat, I declined politely. The air between us was as thick as honey and well I started looking at him with less hatred than I did once before. I couldn't keep up with the silence between us it was drowning me, I needed to say something anything. Then he began to say; "you know it's kind of weird what you said."

"What are you talking about ?"

"6 years ago when you told me that you'll love no one else but me."

I choked on my saliva, that was so long ago I was so madly in love with him, yea I haven't met anyone since him or fell in love but it's not because of him it has nothing to do with him. I'm trying to figure myself out, all the weird things I'm capable of, clearly it doesn't add up.

"Mia? What's wrong?"

"Huh, no nothing. Since when do you care?"

"Oh I don't know you just.. different."

"Different as in?"

"Quieter, mature, prettier than I'd expected."

His cheeks grew red, and so did mines. He wasn't supposed to blurt that last bit out but he did and it changed the mood in the room.

"Well I can't say the same for you hey, you still seem just as cocky as always and well I guess you got a new haircut perhaps."

He started laughing harder than I'd thought

"6 years go by and you just say I got a new haircut ? Well I did thank you I've had a few I guess." His smile grew wide and so did mines.

"So umm your 'Powers', I suppose we call it that, how long did you know you had it?"

"Well I always used to  get visions of people dying and bad things happening to them before hand and one day I was upset and imagined it happening instead and it actually happened, she really died, I swore never to try it again no matter what." 

"Wow."

"What?"

"I never really realised how special you are. Nobody has a gift like yours, yes it's dangerous and I'd be scared as hell to piss you off...but I can't believe I've never really asked."

"Well you never really did care or take notice, I felt very lonely even when you were standing right in front of me and it used to break me slowly and when you cheated with that girl...it ruined me."

His face went blank he had nothing to say. I realised I was hungry but after this evenings events I couldn't eat .

I knew the air would grow thick again and he would become cold and well I didn't want anymore of it . Yes it was arduous keeping things settled between us and controlling every situation and thing that we do so I called it a night and told him I'm tired. Obviously had to fake a yawn just for dramatic effect, he didn't catch on. He led me to the pull out couch.

"Are you going to be okay on the couch? I could give you my bed and take the couch?"

"No thank you I'm okay"

"Okay goodnight."

"Goodnight"

I sat there in the dark, staring at the ceiling alone with my thoughts about earlier that night when he said I was more mature and laughed. I'm not mature I'm just quieter, I mean could you blame me? We have such an awkward past, it's like a black hole in my life and sucks all my happiness out of me every time I think of it. The thought of him and I together drove me crazy in all kinds of ways.

I fell asleep and began dreaming... I seen a girl, she was walking through the woods, it looked like her daily path. It was quiet, gloomy and lonely but she seemed fine with it- wait, someone's with her, I don't know what but they running fast to get her, the girl is running too. She's screaming for help, I want to help her I want to save her from this...but I can't, I'm fuming inside I start screaming and crying. The figure catches up to her...it looks..it looks like me. Oh no not me again but it's not me, it can't be. 'It' slits her throat the poor girl she dies just like Jane did - sad and alone, unknown of what was going to happen. I began wailing , an immense amount of melancholy grew over me. He ran in the lounge and shook me awake. I got up with a jolt and held my knees to my chest. I explained everything to him demanding we go to the woods and look for her maybe it will still happen. What if she's still alive. I told him how real it felt and the tears rolled down my face continuously, my face burnt from the salty tears and my arms were shaking from the trauma I'd felt. Unexpectedly he hugged me and it felt so good -to just feel someone, not just someone to feel him. He smelt of mint and a little wood which was a weird smell, I've never smelt before...I liked it, the new smell it made me feel home. He comforted me and told me we will go see what's going on and if this is really happening, there might be something to help us figure this whole thing out there, I hoped his words would be true. We could put an end to this and that  could put an end to us.

I fell asleep on him that night.