" Belle..." My head was heavy and I opened my eyes slowly.
" Are you okay?" She was holding my hands and rubbing them carefully. " I heard you screaming.
" I...I..." My eyes darted across the room. The sun was rising and everything seemed normal. There was no black shadow figure demon in my room. Mom was getting more worried by looking at my agitated face.
" Were you having a bad dream?"
" Yeah...yeah. " I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled. " It was just a bad dream."
"It happened again. " I was at my therapist's office. I normally had 5 appointments a week but I'd had 10 already in this week alone. " This time it was different. It was more real. He came close to me."
" Have you been taking your prescriptions?" Dr. Rachelle obviously just thought I was schizophrenic and so did I, but recently I was starting to believe this all wasn't " In my head. "
" Yes , I have. I've never missed a single dose but I think my conditions getting worse." My head was starting to hurt again."These can't be dreams...he can't be in my head. "
" I'll prescribe something stronger. I think you should try to get some more rest. "
" I'll try. "
I took the long way home. I needed a long drive. I needed to think about all the random shit that kept popping up in my life. Why was this happening with me?
The first time I'd seen this figure was on my 8th birthday. He was standing in a corner and it seemed like I was the only one who could see him. I was terrified , I still am.
" Maybe I'm just being possessed by a spirit or maybe I'm just actually crazy. " I clutched the steering wheel and cussed. I was pulling up to my house when I noticed a tall figure standing by the front porch. I stopped my car right where it was. I quickly reached for my purse and grabbed my glasses. I needed to take a good look at who or what that was. I focused on the figure only to realise that it was a transparent figure. I had to get out of here. I tried to start my car but somehow It got jammed. Then , slowly , the figure turned to face me. I could see a faint face with bright green eyes. These eyes were looking at me.
" Belle..."
I was panting out of fear again. The voice was in my head.
" What do you want from me?" I was screaming and punching the doors. I was trapped in my own car. " Leave me alone!"
I was running out of breath and my tears blurred my vision. I frantically searched for my pills and gulped several of them.
" I...leave me...alone..." I pathetically pushed the doors in vain and just when I felt my limbs go numb , the door suddenly opened. I crawled out the car and lay on the road. It took a few minutes for me to gain my breath. My head was spinning .
" Are you alright?" A voice came from behind me and a strong hand helped me stand.
" I'm okay...I just..." My eyes bulged when I saw those same green eyes . I screamed and ran as fast as I could.
I could only hear my loud stomping and my random shrieks. I didn't know where I was going. I just let my feet lead me.
I rested on a tree as I paused to catch my breath.
" Oh God! " I sobbed as loud as I could. What the hell was happening? " I'll call mom."
I frisked my pockets before recalling that I'd left my phone in my purse whic was in my car. My face was red with emotion and my eyes were swollen from all the crying.
" Belle..."
The voice again. I shut my eyes and covered my ears. I sank to the ground and cried. " What do you want from me ?"
There was a long silence that followed wh8ch prompted me to look. I was all alone.
" You...I want you. " The voice was faint this time.
" Leave me alone!" I yelled at the air
" Child , are you okay?" Father Galileo was staring at me from a distance. I observed my surroundings.
I'd ran into the church backyard. When I thought about how strange I looked sitting on the floor with my face a mess , I wiped my tears and stood.
" I'm okay. It's just work stress. " I smiled at him. He frowned. He wasnt buying my excuse. " Okay...I'm not okay. "
He sat me down on one of the church pews and offered me some water to drink. I'd been coming to this church since I could remember. The St. Franciscan Cathedral.
After hours on hours of talk , I'd finally poured my heart out to Fr. Galileo. The frown on his face didn't leave. He held my hand and squeezed it.
" I'll pray for you. And if anything like this happens, inform me. " He patted my shoulder. " You're safe here. "
" Yes..." The words didn't have time to fully leave my mouth.
" What's wrong my child?"
My mouth hang open. I couldn't speak. I simply pointed to the corner. There he was again. The man with the green eyes.