The Truth About Me (Part 2)

PART TWO!

7 WEEKS LATER....

 

She woke up screaming. She sat up gasping for air. Her heart seemed to be trying to break her rib cage. She got up and went back to her dreaded mirror to inspect the damage. Her face was pale and streaked with tears. Her bloodshot eyes seemed to scream  Why me?! This was one question she could not, would not, answer. For two weeks straight this was happening. She wiped her face on her shirt and attacked her hair with a hair brush. It was useless. She grabbed a rubber band and tied her hair in a knot on top of her head. She grabbed a long swimsuit top that did a good job of covering her stomach, board shorts, a towel, her hairbrush and messily stuffed it all in a bag. She washed her face and stomped downstairs and out the door. Thankful the pool was close by and she didn’t need a ride. As she walked, she thought about the aweful dreams that plaque her.

For weeks its been the same crap every night. She'd finally get to sleep, usually with the help of pills, and she'd see him. Him and his perfect, perfect face. She would follow him, but he would always disappear and when he came back...well, it wasn't him than came back. His body, his face, sure. But his kind eyes clouded with rage and hate, his beautiful lips twisted in a smile so satanic she screamed and ran. But he caught her. He always caught her. And he'd lean in and whisper, “Clam down. I just want to...talk." And that’s when the knife comes out and she wakes into sobs and screams that wrack her body.

A few weeks ago, she was so sure she'd hit rock bottom. As it turns out, there's rock bottom, 50 feet of crap, and then her. As she approached the gate to the pool, she felt her heart soar. She couldn’t help it. She loved the water. Loved feeling weightless for those few, heavenly moments. How could she resist that? She opened the gate and walked into her version of heaven only to find a piece of hell. There, sitting in her usual chair, was him. He looked up at her and she was torn by his ever growing smile and the horrible image planted in her mind by her nightmares.

Before she could think about it, she turned and ran. But not before she saw his face fall. He ran and caught up to her easily. "Wait," he panted, “I know your angry but we need to talk." When she heard this she lost all self control, turned and slapped him as hard as she could. "Two months, 3 weeks, 5 days Demitri!" she screamed. "Not one word from you. Not one f*****g word! How the hell was I supposed to know you were okay?! What the f**k were you thinking?!" she was hysterical. He sighed and said, " Well my life has been...well... I...I..." He pulled up his sleeve to reveal numerous horizontal scars and said  “I was scared you'd hate me." 

She was stunned. She lightly ran hr fingers over the scars. "Hate you, Demitri? How could I ever? Kind and trusting as you are. Hate you, no. Your all I've ever wanted and you can never change that." by now she was whispering. Now it was his turn to be shocked. "Leila..." He reached out to her and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms. She thought of a quote from one of her favorite books – “Oh, how she'd missed him. Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered.” – and realized how true that was. She couldn’t help it, she stared crying. He held her there on the sidewalk not caring who saw. He rocked her and soothed her. He took her hair down and smoothed it.

He leaned in and whisper in her ear “You’re beautiful. You know that right?" Of course this made her cry harder. She finally stopped and looked up at him. "You know what Demitri?" she said.  He looked confused but played along.. "What?" he asked.  She smiled up at him. "I love you." he smiled so wide it must have hurt. "Guess what Leila." He said teasingly. She smiled. "You love me?" He smiled a crooked smile. "How did you know?" Then he leaned down and slowly brushed his lips with hers. When he leaned back, Leila grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to her.

I got sick of following my dreams

so I asked where they were going

and hooked up with them later.

♥♥

 

 

Author's Note

Same as my othe writing i guess...rate and reveiw honestley.

Reviews

[Ari-san]

Oh, It's not true, I don't think you know a demitri... Coughcoughnerdnamecoughhack, Leila such a cute name, though. and i like the story.