A couple of months past since that day. I hung out with Andy every now and then. Yes, he was still a jerk sometimes, but I found out that he was actually pretty good company. It was a good few months. I got to know him better and found out that he liked a lot of the same things I did, and we shared the same interests. Life was easier, because my classes actually interested me, and I could concentrate on them.
Speaking of classes I was actually doing well and was maintaining a ‘B’ average. I also was feeling different the sooner it came closer to my birthday. I started to get random visions of things that couldn’t be real. Such as demons coming for me when I knew that those things didn’t exist. As potential suitors came to me all I could think about was the connection that was growing stronger with each passing day that came close to the day of my birth. This connection being the one that I had with Andy. I don’t know if he felt it too, but a hoped for it. Then again, what was the point of it? I would never be that lucky.
Still, life as it was, wasn’t so bad. Andy was warming up to me in a way I never thought could happen. He would tell me things that no one knew about him, like the fact that he was a wiccan, and that the universe was working with him for his benefit. I, of course, knew a little bit of the wicca belief myself. My mom was a wicca for a number of years, and still, at times practice it. He also told me that he was planning on contacting a god.
I audibly sighed out for I for one didn’t believe in such things as gods. If any of my readings about such beings taught me anything it was that even if they did exist, that they didn’t care about the human realm. Invoking a god would only cause them anger, and lash out at the one who foolishly called to them. I told him he’d have a safer chance to invoke a nymph to lay his bed than to cause undo anger towards him, and his clan. It was then he looked directly at me with somber eyes that told me that I hit a cord in him, I shouldn’t have. “I’m sorry Andy. I don’t know what happened to you, but I’m telling you the truth. Do not invoke a god or goddess. I with the only end in misery and torture for you.” He was stunned I would say such a thing. After everything, he relented to me and didn’t say much until we parted ways at night.
That night I had a strange dream. It was weird because before that night I had many of strange dreams that didn’t make sense until now. I was with Andy a strange liquid covering his shirt, and my inner thigh. We were in some dank, dark place. It smelled of oil, and human waste. I went toward him, and he jerked away from my reach. Shocked and terrified I’d done something to him, it was then I saw the katana in my left hand, with Andy’s blood on it. It was also when I realized that we weren’t alone. There was a dark figure, the same as the one that night so many years ago from a dream that I’d rather forget, he moved closer to me. It was then I could see his eyes. They were bright azure with a tint of red above the irises. I stiffened as he spoke, “My dear subject one hundred forty-two did you think I would not visit you again in my corporeal form, and not in your dreams as I did that day so many years ago?” Shaken by the site of it, I screamed myself awake, but it was a moment before I could move my body and in that moment, I saw those azure eyes glowing beside my bed looking down at me.
The cloaked figure smirked down at me, and I knew I was screwed even before it shimmered away like it wasn’t there, to begin with. I could move then. I immediately turned on the lamp beside my bedside, and the room filled with a bright light that covered the whole room. I reach for my phone but thought better of it. I couldn’t let anyone know that I saw something in my room that just instantly vanished as if it was never there, to begin with. If anyone could believe me, it would be Andy. I banished that thought before I could further it. It was foolish, after all, how could I bring him into this after was I just saw myself holding in that dream. For some strange reason, a calm settled over me. It was sobering. I am to kill Andy or harm so bad it would bring him to death.
The next day was Saturday, and I didn’t feel safe at my house, so I visited my mom for the whole of the weekend. I couldn’t trust myself seeing Andy again would bring those memories of the damned dream back to the forhold of my mind. I didn’t even message him, but he did message me. Three texts asking if everything was okay and if I wanted to hang out Sunday before the week started on Monday.
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