Chapter 11
Where Will You Go?
You're too important for anyone
There's something wrong with everything you see
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
You think that I can't see right through your eyes
Scared to death to face reality
No one seems to hear your hidden cries
You're left to face yourself alone
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
I realize you're afraid
But you can't abandon everyone
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming
But where will you go
With no one left to save you from yourself
You can't escape
You can't escape
I realize you're afraid
But you can't reject the whole world
You can't escape
You won't escape
You can't escape
You don't want to escape
Calysta walked up to his house, fidgeting nervously. She remembered being able to just walk up to the house, practically skipping. She never looked back as someone came to the door. It was an older woman, Evyn's mom. She nearly slammed the door on Calysta when she saw her.
"Can't you just go away and leave us to pick up the pieces? Cally you haunt my son's dreams so he can't sleep at night. Just stay gone." Alysa begged the younger woman. Gray streaked what had been perfect black hair, and anxiety was hidden behind once happy gray eyes.
"Just let me see Evyn. Just one last time. Please? Maybe Ah can ease his mind" She shot back, hugging her jacket to her. When Alysa stepped back she went in, going straight into the den of the luxurious house. He was sitting on the love seat in nothing but pajama bottoms. Just staring into the fire. She stood in the doorway, studying him. His face was older, he looked as if he hadn't slept in years. His eyes rolled over to her, acknowledging her presence. He scooted over for her to sit beside him. She sat by him nervously drumming her fingers on the side of the couch.
"Why?" he asked, staring at the fire. She turned her eyes to him nervously, staring now at the side of his face.
"What?"
"What in the world possessed you to do that? I could never hurt you, Cal. But why did you do that?" He had turned to face her, his eyes were soft but demanded an answer.
"Ev, Trista would have killed you...if she hadn't given me the opportunity to save you. Ah knew you'd live. But Ah had no choice..." she bit her lower lip so hard it bled, and little red rivers ran down her chin. Anything to keep from breaking down. She nodded slightly standing, and almost made in to the doorway of the den. She turned around, to face him one more time. He had stood up as well. Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stop. She walked back, right into his arms, laying her head against his bare chest. It was so soothing to feel him kiss her forehead and to hear his heart beating.