"It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict
Maybe that's a lie," Red Helter's lead singer sang in the distance.
Chris pushed his thoughts of action away as he looked down on Victoria. Whatever had happened to her it was really screwing her up. Already, she was sweating and shaking like she had a high fever. She didn't though. She was cold to the touch.
Chris grabbed an extra blue black blanket hanging off of the office chair and laid it over her shaking body and then he resumed his place beside of her. He knew of only one thing he could do right now. He had to try to heal her.
He quickly sat back down on the cot. There he laid his hands over her stomach. He didn't know exactly what he should heal. She had fainted. He didn't really know where to start healing her so he was just going to try everything until something worked. He didn't know if magic had been involved so he hoped that this would work. He hoped that she hadn't just overworked herself and her body had given up in exhaustion because then he would really have to hope the powers that be would get him through to her.
He didn't know anything really about her and that's what really pissed him off. He had been with her almost every day since she was saved and she still kept him at arms length. Sometimes, he would see something inside of her trying to be with him and sometimes she would just pull away. He couldn't blame her. For awhile there when she thought she was going to suffer the same fate of death as she had before all she had to hold onto was herself. She hadn't had the chance to hold onto anyone else or have anyone else know what she was going through.
He just wished she would get out of doing that already. She had him. He was there for her. He had let her know that and she still wasn't giving him the whole truth about what was going onside of her. Whatever it was it was a war and this was proof of it.
In all the days they had been together he hadn't even seen her ever let go. She was still holding in all the pain over losing her family and she was still trying to be strong for everyone else around her. Why, he didn't know.
He had been worried about her for so long. Especially when all she did was keep herself busy and closed off. She was showing everyone she was making her second chance at life a better one then her last but at the exact same time she wasn't even letting go of her last one. She had never mourned for everyone that had died on her wedding day. She had never recovered from it.
Now, here she was lying in the backroom of P3 on a cot as he tried to heal her. She wouldn't be here if she wasn't constantly trying to prove to everyone that she was all better. No one was ever all better. Especially, after what had happened this very day last month.
Chris had tried to let her know she didn't have to put up an act with him. He had tried to let her grieve, but she wouldn't. It was like she was trying to be superwoman. He really hated her for taking the world on her shoulders and not letting anyone else in.
He wanted in. He wanted her to let him in and let her have him help her grieve. She wouldn't though. At first, he had thought it was only a matter of time. That was until she started to do everything she could to rid herself of her last life. Selling her house had been the first tip off that she hadn't hit acceptance over everything ever yet. The second had been when she had made him pack up everything in her room because she couldn't even enter it herself.
It was then he knew she was hurting herself. It was then he knew she wouldn't let him in to save her. And he was pissed. He had been there, and he had saved her life. Her lives to come even. Yet she wouldn't let him see her.
"It's over now, I'm cold, alone,
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
Nothing means a thing to me," singer's words faded into the backroom like whiskey on the breath of a dying man.
The golden glow coming from his hands drew a blanket over her limp body as he thought about everything that they had covered over the last month. Over everything that hadn't happened that should have.
It was then he felt something was very, very wrong. It was then he realized he wasn't healing her like he was supposed to be doing. Instead, his powers felt like they were being rerouted into her heart and there it felt as if they were being sucked at.
It almost felt as if her body was taking his powers. It was like her body wasn't being healed like he had planned but instead being reenergized with his own powers. As he realized this, it felt like her body seemed to be taking over and sucking in more of his healing powers faster and faster.
"Victoria?" he whispered, worried.
Victoria stood rooted in place inside of her darkly shadowed golden bedroom. The moonlight paled against her skin as she looked for the source of her fear. He was invisible. He could be anywhere, and she wouldn't ever know it. She wouldn't even see him. He had more power then she ever had had by being invisible to the world around him.
"I'm not here to harm you," the voice told her as it crawled over her skin.
"Do you suffer from short term memory loss? You kidnapped me, locked me in my old bedroom, and threw me onto my bed to make sure I couldn't leave." she cried.
"I'm only here as a forewarning."
"Say I believe you." she said, faltering on believing whatever it was inside the same room with her.
"Come to the mirror." he ordered.
"What, so I can see my reflection?" she asked.
She almost felt like she was trapped inside of a fairy tale. The one with Snow White no less.
"There are hidden truths all around you, Victoria. This is the one I choose to open your eyes to."
"Great, more riddles." she muttered, doing as she was told.
Victoria walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it. Nothing happened. All she saw was herself in the mirror giving an I can't believe I'm here expression. She looked deep into the crevices of the mirror to see if he was hiding somewhere in the background of her room. But found no one.
The red candle appeared beside her. It's silvery-black flame came to life as she stood in front of the mirror. What she saw made her jump. There was a long black shadow all around her floating like a ghost. It slithered around her like a snake would its victim.
Well, I wanted to see him. She thought as she stared at him.
"Look at yourself. Look at your reflection. Pay no mind to me."
"So that is you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
She turned her violet-blue eyes to the mirror.
There she saw herself.
She looked the same as before. She was wearing the same outfit that she had worn to the club. Her hair was out of its ponytail, but after being thrown through the air she expected that. What she hadn't expected to see was that her reflection of herself was..
Well, see through. She could see everything as clear as day behind her through her body.
She wiped the mirrors surface to make sure it wasn't a play of the candle's flame along with dust. Nothing came off on her hands. The mirror was perfectly fine. The reflection wasn't. She was a ghost.
She was standing there and she was see through. She was like Casper. But she had been solid enough to be thrown through the air and to try to dust off the mirrors surface. So how could she be see through now?
Yet she was see through.
There was definitely something wrong with that.
"Am I dead?" she asked the black thing floating around her like a phantom.
"No, not for the time being."
"Nice to know." she whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Perhaps it was only the mirror. Maybe it was a fun house mirror that made you look dead and he was only playing with her mind. She stepped away from the mirror and then looked down at herself.
The vision of her see through self didn't stop. Through her red- black shirt, black leather skirt, and black shoes she could see the wooden floorboards beneath her feet perfectly. Victoria lifted her pale white arm up into the moonlight and gulped down a few thousands gallons of air as she saw the mirror and her half there self doing the same thing through her hand.
Oh, god. Oh, god. Something is wrong with me. I shouldn't really be here. This isn't right. I'm not dead. She kept thinking over and over again as she drew away from the mirror.
She searched for some answer but found none. The black shadow she had seen in the mirror wasn't anywhere around her. She grabbed thing that she could throw at the mirror which happened to be a lamp and threw it straight at the mirror. There the glass fragments flew everywhere in the room and scattered tinkling over the wooden floorboards.
If the mirror wasn't there then she wasn't see through. She had only seen herself as a ghost after she had looked into the mirror. So perhaps it was just the mirror enchanting her. If she destroyed the mirror then she was good. She'd be whole again and she would be alive. She tried to reason.
Cruel laughter filled the air around her as she walked backwards. She hit the beds frame and held tightly to it as she searched for the voice.
"Stop playing mind games with me." she warned angrily as she felt the electricity bolts shooting over her hands from her uncontrolled power.
"I am only showing you the future of Christmas to come."
"Right, well last time I checked I am not an overly cynical balding soulless old man named Scrooge so take it away."
