“Mason.” She whispers suddenly, “I’m scared.”

I put my hand over hers, and she grabs it. Her grip is still strong. Her skin feels warm like the light surrounding her. She goes quiet but I can feel a sudden surge of emotion pour into me. I look into her eyes as her hold on me tightens.

“I don’t want to see my parents’ faces w-when they- “She turns her head away, choking out a breath, “I don’t want Kyle to see-“

She breaks down into tears again, pulling her hand away to gnaw at her thumb nail. I sniffle, wiping my face off with my arm before nodding. I take her head into my hands making her look at me.

“I think I can help.”

“How?” She asks letting one foot drop from the counter and sucking up her tears

“Just trust me.”

She nods and I shake my hands out, gulping down the cries in my throat. She grabs my hand again and shaking it while giving a small laugh.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“I’m going to miss you too.”

She lets go and sits up straight, letting her other foot fall so she could cross her ankles. She closes her eyes and I roll mine. I really was going to miss her so much. I slowly place my hand on her chest and she flinches back.

“It’s okay Tasha.” I say quietly pressing my hand flat onto her chest, “I’m here for you. Trust me.”

I blink back tears as her eyes flicker. Suddenly she grips my wrist and forearm tight with her hands, her brown eyes peer back into mine. “I trust you.” She whispers

My vision goes white and I lose my balance as memories swirl around my head, but they’re not mine. There are hot tears on my cheeks and a painful tightness in my chest. I can’t breathe, it’s too much. Someone is screaming so loud that I can feel the vibrations. It’s Tasha, no, it’s me. I’m the one screaming. All of a sudden, a soft, warm hand covers my mouth. I can feel the vibrations of the muffled harsh wails on my teeth.

A soft voice speaks into my ear, leaving goosebumps, and tickling the invisible hairs. It was a soft, constant noise, like the buzz from a bee. I feel myself calming down as the visions leave. The whispering continues but becomes harsher as my breathing mellows.

I open my eyes and the hand leaves my mouth, but their presence doesn’t move. I can see that I was no longer standing at the sink counter, I never was. I am kneeling over the bathtub, with my arm stretched out and my hand placed firmly on Tasha’s unmoving chest. Her arms lay resting in the water, she never moved. The presence from behind me eases away and I shakily remove my hand from her body.

The voice starts again but I can’t understand a word their saying. I turn around and come face to face with the boy from the flower shop. He glares at me from where he stood, arms crossed, leaning his weight on the sink counter. I sniffle back the snot that was threatening to come out.

“What?” I croak out

My voice comes out hoarse and scratchy from all the screaming. He blinks at me, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion. He starts talking again, and I shake my head. I had to swallow a hard lump in my throat before I could speak.

“I-I don’t understand.” I wipe my face with my arm, “Who are you?”

He blinks again before rolling his eyes. He uncrosses his arms, takes a step forward sprouting off in that same language before he sighs.

“What is this game you are playing Dominus?” He asked, his voice was sweet, but his tone was not. I couldn’t place his accent; it was something I’d never heard before.

“I don’t kn-“

“What are those tears? Are you mocking her?”

“Who?”