I don't know if you have ever felt that feeling before. The feeling of your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. Being one hundred percent sure, there's no where to run and no where to go. Knowing that whatever happens, you have to go through it. The dred and panic that rises from deep within you. That is how I feel at this moment as I wait in complete silence, listening to the sound of my heart fitter.
The wind picks up and matches my heart beat. The tree outside smashes violently against the house, and gives me a sudden sense of bravery. I take it be before it's gone, reaching further and switch the light on. Not sure what to expect. I guess, I was hoping for a miracle, a reassurance that what I fear wasn't standing in my room. But there he stands, his hands balled up in fists by his side. Zailor, staring directly at me.
“I said Don't.” He calmly said with gritted teeth.
“What do you want?” I force the words out strong. Not quite sure where the strength came from, but at least I didn’t whimper. Which is exactly how I feel.
He doesn’t answer. His beady eyes grow tighter as he studies me. What is he waiting for? I must be dreaming any normal person would say something... Right?
The tree outside hits the side of the house, again. - Harder this time. I jump and grip my necklace a little tighter, than before. Zailor tilts his head towards the window, but, keeps his eyes on me. His eyes follow my hand and rests on the star beneath my fingers. Four little wards keep turning around and around in my head. He can't have it. He can't have it. He can't
I’m suddenly glad I fell asleep with it on. It settles my nerves a little just to know that it’s there.
“Give. Me. The. Star. Raynee.” Each ward is pronounced clear, precise and direct. I know what he wants, I knew before he said it. Four little wards and he confirmed it. Give me the star. "And I'll leave you alone. I'll leave your family alone.” Zailor takes a small step closer, and stops.
I squeeze myself into the corner – fully behind the bed now. Wishing I could move through the wall. The wind blows wild outside. I feel it inside of me, as if it's coming from my bones, through the walls and storms outside.
“I don’t have a family.” I hiss back. - Hoping he won’t see through my bluff. I may not trust Stephanie and Wade, but, there is no way in hell, I'm going to hand them over to him.
He shifts his body to the side and waits for a moment. Maybe he’s studding what I’ll do? Not sure. But whatever it is, my body plants its self firmly next to the wall. Strong. Brave. Fearless. All the things I'm not at the moment. But it moves without me thinking about it.
“I’m surprise to see you again Raynee. I thought after all these years, you'd be dead by now.” the corners of his mouth curl a little. “Won’t your lover be delighted to see you? Too bad you'll be dead.”
“STOP calling me Raynee! My name isn’t Raynee!”
His eyes became wild and color flushes through his face.
“Give me the star.” he says again.
But, I can’t hand the star over to Him. Ada’s lifeless body flashes in my head. How could I just hand it over to him after she sacrificed herself to keep it from him? But than again, aren't I risking Stephanie and Wade’s lives too. Zailor will kill them. I don’t have no doubt about that. I can’t let that happen. I feel my body struggle and twist as each thought enters my mind. But before I know it, my head is shaking slowly for me. “No.”
The wind outside blows stronger, - pounding and thrashing against the house. The house moves with it, swaying back and forth. Like a small child swinging on a swing set. It's beautiful. I brace myself against the wall. I feel bits and peaces of the roof slash apart above me. But more importantly, I know what storm its thinking. What its feeling.
Zailor’s eyes squint into a line again. His hands pump out and back into fists. As if he's trying to will the fire back into his fingertips. For a split second, I wonder why its not there. But then, his body is shacking so hard that it pushes him forward. And he steals another step closer towards me. - he's hesitating.
“You don’t know what your doing, Raynee. You don’t remember our world. You forget, I have no problem taking what I want.”
I’ve never heard a house make such noises. – It quavers and shacks uncontrollably. Sweat drips from my forehead. I feel the wind bearing down on the side of the house. With one small swoop of the tree the window brakes lose and shatters into peaces. Glass launches into my room and the roar of the wind hurl into my ears. The force of the roar pushes me back. Slaming me hard agent the wall. The wall cracks under the pressure of my head. Agony. Prior blister pain swells into my head. Shocked, I release my star, and grab my head.
Zailor takes another step closer to me as his eyes focus on the star dangling on the chain. My heart skips a beat. I’m stuck. Just like my dream. There’s nowhere to run.
I’m not sure where the words came from. Zailor’s lips don’t move. But the words echo in my ears.
“And you don’t know what I can do!” It’s my voice. But I don’t feel the wards come from my lips.
Zailor smiles and lunges into a full force run towards me. I scream at the top of my lungs. – But my scream is drowned out as a gust of wind that blows wild through the hole where the window used to be. - The wind swirls inside the room. It’s the dream. It has to be. But this time, a tornado forms inside my room. Standing between me and Zailor. Zailor stops on his heels. Letting me see the anger swarm inside of him. He'll kill me if he gets the chance. -I know that.
I can’t stop screaming. The house seesaws with the wind. Zailor loses his balance and steps backwards.
My body shakes as the tornado builds up and pulls apart half the bedroom. The house foundation gives away. Part of the roof falls and lands on top of the bed. I clamp my mouth shut as the wind blows the dresser to the side and swirls toward Zailor. But it doesn’t take Zailor over. The tornado poses for a moment, it’s waiting for something. It waits for Zailor to make he’s next move. I hear the tornado’s thoughts clearly now, as if it’s connected to me. If Zailor leaves, the tornado would leave too.
Zailor keeps his eyes on me. - He pose for a moment too, he’s studying me again. I can tell by the crease that’s forming in his forehead. By the sweat driping down his neck. He's afraid of me.
“No.” his lips mouth as he stands there staring at me. “Impossible”
A strange sensation comes over me. Wind twists inside my body. A chill runs down my spine. But words came out of my mouth, before I realize I’m speaking.
“You forget Zailor, I know this land. I know how it works, and I will destroy you in it.”
My body moves on its own as my arms stretch out. The Tornado moves with my arms. - racing towards Zailor. Zailor pushes his hands up -- as if there was some imaginable way to stop the tornado from swallowing him up. The tornado swirls closer to him, knocking him off his feet. Zailor grabs the bed post as his feet fly from underneath his body. He screams out something. But I can't hear what he saying. The howling of the wind roars through my body. I close my eyes as my body stretches out towards the wind. Suddenly, I can feel the wind overtaking me. But not like Zailor. It's not throwing me, its curling inside my body. I'm becoming it.
I feel Zailor struggling to pull himself up, in the center of my heart. Some how, I can see my body standing on the other side the bed. My body shimmers with the wind. Zailor grabs the bed tighter, pulling himself up and closer to me. I can’t let that happen. I twist harder. – pulling him backwards.
A roar grows inside of the tornado, -inside of me. Pushing me back into my body. My arms drop to my side as I gain control. For a split second, I think about running. But I stand there with my mouth open and my mind in a daze. The tornado takes everything in my room ripping apart the dresser; walls, roof, and even the floor came up as the Tornado slashes through. Zailor struggles for his life. But I on the other hand, stand there with my hair barely moving.
The Tornado forces its self inside my body again, when Zailor’s squinted eyes meet mine. I feel a small twitch on my mouth form. – A smile. I’m smiling at Zailor!
“I have you now.” My voice seems too deep to be mine.
Before I know it, a gust of wind encircles me- teasing my body and weaving in and out of my hair, it’s smooth and oddly comforting. The Tornado leaves me where I stand, but tosses and slashes harder on the bed. The bed loses its grip on the floor, and flys into the monster storm waiting outside the room. – taking Zailor with it.
I can feel my body breathe in and out. The air feels thick and strong, my lungs are collapsing with the pressure. What is left of the tornado inside of me is in panic. I feel the terror as it realizes it’s trapped inside of me. My body begins to shake and swirl inside. With each breath in and out more of the tornado escapes me. But it isn't enough. Suddenly a burning sensation builds up in the pit of my stomach. I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. A gust of wind forces its way out, making me collapse onto my knees. I choke and gag, until I’m breathless.
The burning in my stomach is gone. But I still struggle to breathe. - My lungs feel sore from the burning. I begin to watch the tornado turn to make its way carefully down the street. It takes my mind off of trying to breathe, and its calming. Impressively, the tornado knocks nothing over. It's almost gentle and sweet as it makes its way to the end of the street and dissolves. I stand up carefully, watching the clouds disappear, with a dumb-found look on my face. -I’m sure. The sky turns blue and only a small breeze is left.
My room is of course, a complete disaster. I’m at the far wall, closest to the door. Not much of the floor is left. Two steps and I would fall into the basement. The basement? I hadn’t noticed a basement before. I lean over to peer into the room. The sunlight shins in like a spot light, the colors from the basement are blinding, and I can’t help but shriek away, to shield my eyes.
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