(In the present)
Fuchsia
"I'm not afraid of you." I've had enough of this scare and I'm tired and if some ghost or something's gonna try to scare me or something it needs to hurry up cause I'm leaving for campus tomorrow morning and I don't have time for this c***.
It's not that I'm not scared... oh I'm dangerously close to pissing my silky pajamas... but I'm used to this. When you have fingers trail your cheek in the middle of the night and there's nothing there over and over again you either (a) have a mental break down and become a nutcase or (b) put on a bad-ass face and either die or live. And I don't wanna become like Aunt Celeste. So here's my bad ass face. "Either kill me now or leave me the f*** alone."
Cadence
Rude. How rude. But I can't seem to go. Every time I swear it's the last time. Then I'm back. 5th Street. The third townhome. Through the living room and hall to the bedroom with pictures hanging on the walls. Today her suitcases are packed by the door. I know she'll be leaving for a long time. She may not come back- at least not when I could see her. I'd visit every night... no. I won't. Yes, I will.
She crawls into bed and curls into that protective ball- her legs tucked in and her head bent. She lied. She is afraid.
This will be the last... no. Stop lying to myself. I have to check and see if she returns. Last time all three of her duffel bags were packed she stayed away for a month and came back with all her baby fat gone and memoirs from summer camp to decorate her wall. I'm not creepy... I give privacy, most of the time... reasonably... I just check in to make sure she's okay. She doesn't know what she is yet, and when she finds out I want to be there to protect her. She could get curious and find things that weren't meant to be found... like I did.
Fuchsia
It's still there. He's still there. How do I know their a male? A month ago I came out the shower after a jog that lasted into the evening. The jog shouldn't have taken so long but I haven't been as fit as I was in summer camp in a bit, hence getting back after dark.
Anyway, I had my towel around my torso and was finger combing my curls when I slipped. I guess I forgot to swipe my wet feet on the mat before leaving the bathroom cause it was going down. Then I felt him.
Warm. Thick muscular arms, chest, stomach, thighs and... f***. It was a guy. Yup. 100% scientifically confirmed manhood. I may or may not have soaked myself as he lowered me gently to the floor. I could feel and hear his warm breath in my ear. Then he was gone.
Today I hear it again- at the foot of my bed as I pretend to be asleep. He's there.
Cadence
I could tag her. It's not as bad as it seems- I would touch her skin and focus such that her body is linked to mine. I would know where she is at any time- well, not know, know- but like a magnet I would sense distance and proximity between us. I could find her if I wanted.