Chapter 9: Part IX
With wide eyes, trembling fingers, an almost exploding heart and a sweaty forehead, I look at the door, and see a familiar leg come through.
"Crystal?", Dylan says looking at me confused and puzzled.
Oh my gosh! It was just Dylan. Hurriedly, I get up and run into his arms, trembling from the fright.
"What happened? Why were you on the floor? Did something happen to you?",
He asks while holding my arms and looking at my face and assessing my body, probably checking if I hurt somewhere.
"My eyes", I say near tears, "what color's my eyes?"
"What?", He asks looking at me confused.
"My eyes, weren't blue anymore. They were red. My reflection. The mirror"
"Shhh", he shushes me gently, "calm down Crystal, you're trembling. I don't understand you"
Taking a deep breath and looking around the room, everything seems normal, even the mirror.
I calm down as he leads me to bed, sitting me down.
"Tell me what happened", he holds my hand and I know I'm supposed to be mad at him for hiding things from me but I can't.
He's my only comfort. My peace.
Without hesitating, I tell him all that happened just now and his eyes widen, tightening his hold on my hand.
"A-are you sure a-bout what you're telling me?", He asks skeptically even though his reaction shows he doesn't have a single doubt about anything.
"You know I'm sure Dylan, now tell me, how's it going to happen?"
"I don't know. I have no idea babe"
"What's the significance of your birthday in this?", I ask after a few seconds of silence and pondering.
"Well", he sighs, "my 24th birthday's the deadline."
Deadline? Deadline for what? The way he keeps talking mysteriously is really getting on my nerves. I want to figure out what's going on so badly.
I want these secrets and answer these questions. If Dylan isn't going to give me that, I guess I'd have to find out for myself. I look at my wristwatch and see it's just a few minutes to eleven o'clock. How did time fly so fast. Or maybe I just feel it's fast because I now have limited time?
"It's almost 11pm.
It's less than two hours to go." I whisper but loud enough for him to hear.
"We should get some sleep.", He says and lays down on his side of the bed, "we'd need all the rest we can get." Knowing I won't be able to get any sleep, I still lay down beside him facing the opposite direction.
I put off the light, my eyes shining wider in reflex and my senses heightened, cautious of any sound or movement.
I've never been so paranoid or scared in my entire life. What exactly is going to happen? Will someone come to attack us here? I guess I gave to stop wasting time asking myself questions and try to get some answers. I'd go back into that room tomorrow, hopefully I'd find something else, just like right now as I find myself dozing off.
A minute into the sleep and my eyes jolt open quickly as the image of the creature with a spear from my nightmares appears.
Sighing, I turn around facing Dylan and see he's already sound asleep. How could he possibly be sleeping in this predicament. I wish I could sleep too. My body needs it.
Groaning, I put the pillow over my head and stay like that, closing my eyes and after a few minutes, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.
"No. No. No. Arghh. No. Fuck no.", I hear voices in my sleep. It's probably Dylan.
"Keep it down, I'm trying to sleep", I haven't gotten this much sleep in long time and I don't wanna lose this opportunity.
"Please. No. Not anymore. No", he keeps saying, sounding more like a groan. A painful one. Whatever it is, he should keep it down.
Wait, what? A painful groan? Like a flash of light, I put the lamp light on and see Dylan struggling and thrashing on the bed. My eyes widen and my heart starts racing as usual, only with a little pain this time. He keeps groaning in pain, thrashing on the bed and chanting 'no', holding the sheets so tight and his veins popping out all over his body.
"Dylan!", I shout holding his his collar, and hitting him, "wake up Dylan. Wake up." Tears brimming in my eyes as I try to wake him up. I can't lose him, not this way, not now.
"What's wrong with you Dylan! Fucking wake up!!", I hit his chest repeatedly, my tears wetting his shirt.
"Noo!", His groans only get louder, pain and agony dripping in his voice, "STOP!" he yells really loud I'm sure Betty and Jake can hear us now. What would I do if they come here? Dylan won't be able to protect me, and now, I don't even know how to protect him. I keep hitting him, yelling for him to wake up while sobbing hard.
His chest starts becoming bigger, wider, the veins in his arms getting larger and stronger.
"Dylan?", I whisper, watching in disbelief as he grunts, groans and grows.
His legs getting bigger and tougher. Soon enough, his shirt gets torn by how big his chest is and his free shorts get really tight around his thigh.
My heart starts beating again and if my eyes could get any wider than it already is, I'm certain it'd pop out. I shift backwards in caution and fear as I notice his extremely sharp and long finger nails.
All of a sudden, he quietens down, only the sound of his heaving breath echoing through out the room, the sound of my galloping heart no match for it.
I stare in awe at this person in front of me. More like beast. I look at my wrist watch quickly and see it's quarter past twelve. His hand moves and I look up at him, my blue eyes meeting red eyes. This is not my Dylan.
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