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Here's another instalment
We Could All Do With Our Own Angel!
Tension
I move slowly.
Seeing Patch's present change before my eyes was eerie. It un-nerved me and made me more aware of my surroundings. Crimson was here. My phone was at the bedside. I had to get to Patch someway.
But it was on the other side of the room. I knew that any movement would cause him to come after me. Couldn't I get any peace in my life? I looked at the only thing that could distract me and calm me. The Haile.
I still wanted to wear it. Looking at it now though, it was like a magnet. I was close to reaching out to it and I only budged slightly towards it. I turn to my left a move like spies do in films. It seemed to be working so far. Going on the balls of my feet, I moved towards the bedside. I started to smell smoke. Being as curious as I was, I turn to look behind me.
Smoke was coming off the paper.
I walk over to it like I would walk over to anyone normally. There's no point in trying to hide the fact I'm trying to get Patch. I know that he's close. I look at the once green now white paper.
From the blood drop that was left on the paper, like how blood moves in water, strands of blood seemed to move around the paper. It went into a wavy horizontal line under the previous message. It was slowly starting to form solid words. I lift my hands and rub my eyes, not sure if I'm asleep and this is just another taunting dream. As my hands come over my eyes I realise…
The words had formed.
I'm not far
Never have been…and never will be.
Never have been. How long has he been here? Does he know that I have a fair amount of information on his Haza and Haile? I reach with my right hand and pick up the paper. The blood drop is gone. Pacing around the room, I start to wonder why? I stopped at my door It must have been there to give further messages. The words I'm not far gave me the worst chill.
I was going to have to be brave and fight my own battle this time.
Walking back over to the window, I drop the paper and pick up the Haile. I realize that this is what I will eventually and must do even though there's my gut and heart screaming 'NOO!', my mind is saying 'Aww hell, you were going to put it on tonight anyway. Be careful.'
"This better be good," I muttered to myself.
I grab the end of the Haile and put it in my mouth. Biting hard, I grab the end with the hatch, twine it round my wrist and…
Click! It was on.
…
…
Nothing happened. Absolutely diddle squat. Nada.
I stood there, thinking 'Well, that was a disappointment.'
There was no pain. Nothing bad. Actually, I felt quite good. All the fear and tension was flowing out of my body and being replaced by a warm relaxing, calming bliss. It wasn't like drugs but I wasn't like anti-depressants either. It was good stuff. I started to smile. I lean my head back and close my eyes. Breathing in deeply, I smell one of my favourite scents. Birthday candle smoke? Oh yeah, it was birthday candles.
I open my eyes and put my head back facing towards my window. I spun round and quickly shoved through my door and dashed down stairs. I look around. No candles, no smoke. I then did something abnormal.
I sulked.
I was so looking forward to seeing candles. Smelling it's once a year scent that I loved. I look at the Haile. Grabbing the hatch, I pull back and..
Click! It came off.
I immediately felt ashamed. I put on the bracelet as soo as I was put under tension from Crimson. Even when Patch clearly told me not to. All those gorgeous feelings I had washed away as quickly as it came and no time was wasted into those black feelings of fear and tension came back. The smell of candles left and came back that horrible burnt wood smell.
My chest also felt wrong. It felt heavy. Maybe it was guilt but whatever it was, I HATED it. Looking at the Haile, I still liked it. Those old feelings of putting it on came back.
Holding on to it in my left hand, I go back up stairs to my room. The first thing I see is the paper I dropped on the floor. I drop the Haile on the bed and bend down to pick the paper up. There was something new on the back.
I bet you loved what you felt. Try wearing it while you are asleep. It's even better.
Thinking about it, I did tell Patch to leave so I could sleep and I was very tired. Should I? Shouldn't I? Crimson was also right but also wrong.
I didn't love it.
I adored it. I wanted to feel like that for the rest of my life. The bliss that came was un-real. I turned from the window and look at the Haile resting on the bed. It was glowing. Well, the black bit was anyway. It reminded me the way the moon glows around the edges of a total-solar eclipse. I walk over and again biting the end hard, wrap the chain round so I could see the black side glow. It made me think of Patch.
The black stopped glowing.
The red started to glow.
Now I certainly don't want to look at that every time I see the Haile on my wrist. Carrying on the way I was before, I pull the hatch and…
Click!
Everything came back. The bliss, the smell and the smile. I look around my room, everything looked brighter.
Now to try and sleep.
I take my trousers off, not bothering to put pyjamas on, and collapse on the bed. With a smile on my face, I pull the duvet over.
All I remember before closing my eyes was someone with red hair and black eyes in my face, stroking my cheek. I also hear a soft whisper…
"Sleep Nora. I will see you there."
The face came closer and I felt a soft pressure on my forehead. Who was this? What was he doing?
I'm in a plain full of lilac mist. The person in my room seemed to have done something to meddle with my reactions. Everything came back of what I saw and felt.
"Holy crap!" I shouted. In my dream, my words echoed. I look at myself. I'm wearing my lilac v-neck and jeans. The sleeves of the v-neck were gone. I look at my right hand, expecting to see the Haile.
My eyes widen and I rub my arm.
From the Haile, a sort of red birthmark-like tattoo was circling my arm. The pattern was rose thorns. I look up, holding onto my arm like I thought it was about to fall off. Then I realise..
I felt amazing!
It was better than being awake. I adored this more.
But I had to remember. The was Crimsons world. I had questions to ask.
I wanted the answers…
"Now, perhaps?" said a soft, alluring voice.
I turn around and meet the eyes of the leader Haza, Crimson.
Sorry it's a bit shorter than the others.
So… what do you think?
Do you like it?
What would you like to happen?
I 3 Red Hot Chilli Peppers for helping me stay calm.
Love Ya
Emma 'EePee' Paige
