Love Is Blind

By: CreativeImagination

Chapter Two

I didn't go to first period, I just couldn't handle it. I sat in the girl's bathroom and cried my eyes out. I still don't know why.

"Hoggle," I whispered "I need you." Of course nothing happened and I shook my head, maybe it never even happened, maybe the Labyrinth wasn't even real. That didn't matter now, I needed someone to talk to, to hug me or SOMETHING and I needed it now. "I need someone."

"Anyone?" it was that 'Anthony' man again… in the girls bathroom.

"Uh," I slipped off the sink "you're not supposed to be in here, I think they'd call the police or something if they found you in here." I paused "how'd you get in here anyways? I didn't hear the door or you following me…" I had mixed emotions right then, I was embarrassed for crying, scared for him actually being there and the fact that I didn't hear the door open bothered me.

"Do you trust me?" he asked and I frowned.

"Not really no," I muttered "because firstly your not who you say you are. Secondly, I have no idea WHO you are and thirdly, anyone that's going to follow me into the girls' restroom must be insane. Oh, and that's an odd question to ask in the first place."

"Just," he paused a moment and started slipping my glasses off, AGAIN.

"No," I snapped "just nothing. Go away!" He pulled back, seeming hurt but let out an annoyed sigh.

"You SAID you needed somebody," he griped "so here I am. I am somebody." There was a long silence.

"Who are you?" I murmured and I could hear him smile. I'm not sure if I can explain that noise, but you can, you can hear a smile.

"You know who I am," he said quietly and grabbed my shoulder. "I want to help you, will you let me?" I paused, his hand was heavy on my shoulder and I felt weighed down. Would I let him? I didn't even know him, how could I let anyone, even someone I KNEW, help me? I opened my mouth to answer but he cut me off "wait," he breathed "look Sarah, look at what I'm offering you." My heart stopped. I knew those words. "I'm asking for so little," he murmured "just let me help you." He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling his body and mine together. I tried to pull away but he held strong.

"No," I shook my head "your not real."

"I'm not?" I could feel his breath across my lips "last time I checked I was very real." I dropped my cane and he promptly let go of me and picked it up. Gently he placed it in my hands. Then I did what any normal girl would do when her ach foe was loving up on her, I swung like a mad man.

"Go away!" I yelled and I felt my cane hit something very promptly with a loud WAHP, though I didn't hear anything hit the floor. I paused and tapped my cane around on the floor but there was nothing. He grabbed me from behind and held me strong.

"That wasn't very nice," he growled "I'm being generous and you-"

"Don't start with that generous shit" I snapped "I believe we went through that last time."

"Did I or did I not save you today?" he hissed in my ear "I could have gladly let that car hit you Sarah, but I didn't. I believe I deserve some gratitude for that. But no, I get pelted with a cane. Gods know I won't hit you, but I won't stand for such things either. Now," he lessened his grip "if I let you go will you promise not to hit me?"

"I could just scream you know," I muttered.

"Yes," he agreed "and I can simply disappear, and leave people wondering if your of sound mind." Damn, he had me at every turn.

"I won't hit you," I muttered.

"Swear?" he asked.

"Not unless you give me a very good reason to," I said "but besides that no, I won't." He let go and I set my cane on the table besides me. "Come here," I ordered.

"Why?" he asked blankly and I sighed.

"Because I don't believe you," I muttered and he came forward, still not understanding. I put my hand on his shoulder and estimated how far it would be to his face. I touched his cheek and he flinched. I stopped and pulled back, hesitant to touch him again. I put my hand on his cheek again and felt upward. I felt his expression change.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Seeing you," I muttered pushing hair out of the way. I felt down his brow and he laughed some.

"Sorry," he chuckled and scratched his forehead "tickles." I ran my fingers down his cheek, over his lips, his nose… "I don't see how you're seeing me, Sarah."

"Because," I sighed trying to concentrate on what I was doing "certain things feel differently, like," I touched his lips "your lips are thin see? And someone else's might be different. So I just take everything together and I can kinda assemble it in my mind."

"Is that how you could tell I didn't work?" he asked. I nodded. "How'd you figure I was lying about who I was?"

"Lemme see your hand," I said and he put his hand in mine. I grasped it like we were shaking hands "now, when you shake hands you grasp firmly, see? That means you're domineering and like to have control of a situation. When you stop shaking on an 'up' that means your more artistic and more of a dreamer than anything, on a 'down' you're down to earth."

"So how'd you figure I was lying?" he asked.

"Because when you shook my hand," I re-did it to show him "you squeezed right then, see, real soft. It means you knew me, but you did it so softly because you didn't want me to know who you were." We both let go. "And I don't know anyone named Anthony."

"It's my middle name," he breathed.

"Is there something you wanted?" I asked finally.

"You called," he shrugged "I should be asking you."

"I didn't call you though," I said leaning up against the wall.

"You never answered my question," he said quietly and I sighed.

"No," I growled and grabbed my cane and walked out of the bathroom just in time for the bell to ring for next class.