Chapter 4
Enya's eyes fluttered open. She moaned.
"You're awake," Nights came over to Enya's bedside, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hit you, I couldn't help it."
"What do you mean you couldn't help it?" Enya asked incredulously.
"Well my head is… messed up, I sometimes do things I don't want to do, and I can't help it."
"Like a mental disorder?" Enya sat up, looking at Nights curiously, "what kind of mental disorder is it? It sounds a bit like turrets; do you know what that is?"
"Yeah but that usually has to do with physical or verbal ticks, I don't think that's- wait… are you actually… having a conversation with me?"
"Well, yeah," Enya answered, slightly confused, "what else would I be doing?"
"You're not sacred of me? I did his you pretty bad you know."
Enya laughed, "Oh please, that is not the hardest I've been hit, check this," she pulled back her bangs to show Nights a scar across her fore head.
"What happened?"
"I was hit by a base ball; I had to get ten stitches."
"Really?"
"Yep," Enya smiled, proudly, "do you have any scars?" she asked.
"Wha- um," he clutched his arms, "n- no not really," he pulled the large sleeves of his cloak tighter around his arms, self consciously.
"You're lying," Enya said accusingly.
"What? No I'm not,"
"Then why are you tying to hide your arms?" She reached over to grab his arms, "come on show me," she smiled.
"No, stop it," Nights grabbed her wrists and threw her at the door.
Before she hit the door it opened, and she ran into Reala. Reala, though caught off guard, was able to catch her without falling over, "are you okay?" he asked her fearfully.
"Yep," she gave him a thumbs up.
"Nights," Reala said sternly, "that wasn't-"
"Hey," Enya cut in, "it wasn't his fault, I was being stupid, and freaked him out."
Reala looked Enya for a long moment, then nodded.
Nights felt something plop onto his shoulder, he looked at it. It was a large, slimy, dark green, leach. Nights' eyes widened. He had been attacked by these things before. The leach dug its teeth into his flesh; he squeaked in pain and ripped the slimy thing off of him. He looked up to the ceiling. There were more of them, knowing their way though the ceiling. Nights stumbled away from that part of the ceiling, as the slimy creatures started plopping onto the floor. They opened their mouth showing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. They hissed, and slithered quickly towards him. They flung themselves upon him, gnawing into his legs, arms, and any other part of his body he could get to. Nights screamed, and started tearing the violent creatures off of him. He threw his cloak off, taking some of the creatures with it, but more took their place. One of the monstrous leaches dug into his shoulder, and entered his body. "No!" Nights tore at his skin trying to get at the creature that had invaded his body.
"Nights!" Reala pushed Nights against the wall holding his fore arms so that he couldn't pull at his skin any longer, "calm down, there's nothing there."
Nights stopped struggling, and looked around franticly, Reala was right, "It was inside me Reala, it was inside me!" Nights sobbed, hysterically, "It was inside me!"
"Shh, its okay, it's not there anymore," he held his brother in his arms, "come on, let's get you bandaged up," they left Enya alone, scared and utterly confused. She didn't see anything except Nights tearing at something that wasn't there.