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| Patterns (part THREE) | |
| By Carina | ||
| 15 December 2007 | ||
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The story continues. Leave lots of comments. Eric woke to the smell of coffee. Kira put a cup down in front of him and tied her shoes. “Where are you going?” Eric said, taking a sip. “I’ve got a few things to sort out. Do you want to have lunch with me today?” “Yeah, I’d like that.” “Okay,” she said, “I’ll call you at noon.” Eric nodded and she left the flat. He glanced at the bathroom next to the front door and shivered. Although he felt much better this morning, the memories of last night still lingered. Shaking it off, he turned the TV on and was trapped in front of two episodes of Star Trek. Kira was in a bad mood. Looking through a girl’s magazine on the examining table at the hospital, she moved awkwardly. Her back was itching. The doctor washed his hands. “How are we feeling today?” he said while she lay down on her stomach. “Can you please scratch my back?” she answered and he chuckled. “Well now, that wouldn’t be very wise,” he said, unfolding the bandages. “You really have to wait for the swelling to subside before…” He stopped. “Oh my.” Kira creased her eye brows. “What?” The doctor touched her backside gently. “Well, I was expecting the healing process to be somewhat… slower. They’re… almost gone,” he said, surprised and confused. “What? What’s almost gone?” Kira asked him as the doctor helped her up. He turned away from her, putting his glasses in his breast pocket. “You may put your sweater on,” he said, “I don’t think… you need me anymore.” Kira quickly dressed. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?” she said. “Kira, the burn marks are almost gone. You’re healing very, very fast. I have never seen anything like it. I’m not even sure it’s humanly possible to…” “So you’re telling me I’m not human, is that it?” she said and the doctor sighed. “Of course you are. I’m just… surprised. I’m sure there is a perfectly natural explanation to all of this, I just… haven’t found it yet.” Kira pursed her lips. “Perfectly natural explanation? You have no idea what you’re talking about! How… how can I trust you if you can’t even tell me what’s wrong? I thought healing fast was good! Wasn’t that the plan, to get better? But now that I am getting better, that’s wrong? I don’t get it!” she yelled, took her jacket off the hanger and slammed the door behind her on her way out. She could hear the nurse rushing after her and she picked up the pace. Outside the hospital, she ran the fastest she could, only stopping to catch her breath as she reached the park. She leaned against a huge tree trunk and breathed out. She sank to the ground, put her head in her tiny hands and cried her heart out. Nobody saw her. Nobody knew. Nobody felt her pain and nobody would be able to comfort her enough now. What she wanted, no one could give her. The wounds were healing. The skin was mending itself. Everything was getting better, and Kira just felt worse. Eric waited for half an hour at the restaurant. He tried to call her, but there was no answer. He had just ordered another beer when Kira arrived. Her tired eyes and faked smile made him sad and worried. “Kira, what’s…” She shook her head at him and opened the menu. “Just talk to me. Please,” he said, watching her shift uncomfortably in her seat. “What’s up? Who made you this upset?” “I’m not upset,” Kira said, avoiding his eyes. “I’m not.” Eric sighed. She gave him an angry stare, sending chills down his spine.“I’m not upset!” she repeated. Eric lowered his gaze. He felt a pang of sympathy for her. It must be so stressful being so alone. At the same time, he felt angry with her for not letting him in, for keeping him in the dark. He had opened his heart to her. He had given her his bed and she was free to come and go just as she pleased. How could she deny him her secret after all that he had done for her? “Any news from Will?” Kira asked after a while. Eric shrugged. “He told me he went there to see a girl,” she continued and smiled. “Can’t imagine Will in love. Then I’d definitely have to move out, wouldn’t I? Three’s a crowd, huh??” Eric put his beer down and crossed his arms. “For fuck sake, Kira, stop pretending to be okay when you’re not!” he snapped at her. Kira stopped eating, surprised at his sudden outbreak. “I’m not…” “Yes, you are! You’re avoiding talking about what happened today.” “Nothing happened today…” Eric pushed his chair back, frustrated. “I’m going to the restroom and when I get back, we’re talking about this!” he said, turning his back on her, walking away. In the restroom, he soaked his face with cold water and looked deeply into the mirror. He was concerned and angry at the same time. He knew he had no right demanding anything from her, but still felt unfairly treated. Sighing, he headed back to the table… Which now was empty. ~ ~ ~ Zinnah pointed at the Chinese restaurant at the corner of the building and lit a cigarette. “They went in there,” she said. David put his black gloves on and breathed him. He let out a deep sigh. “Which brother?” he asked. “Eric Field.” David nodded. “Eric Field. How wonderful,” he muttered sarcastically. “Can I ask you a question?” Zinnah said and looked at him. “Ask away.” “Why do you still hang around?” David coughed a little and frowned. “Laken have a plan,” he tried, but Zinnah laughed dryly. “A plan you don’t have to be involved in. A plan working perfectly fine without you. So why do you linger, one might wonder? Is it curiosity? Is it by fear of what might be?” She moved closer and put her hands on his torso. “Is it… love?” David’s eyes gave away the truth quickly and she grinned. Her finger played over his chest. “You can’t leave because of what you feel. Love and passion drives you on. Love and passion for a girl who will never be yours.” David ceased her by the wrists. She smiled and leaned forward. He eased his grip and put his hands on her waist. “I can have passion for other things too, Zin," he whispered in her ear. Just as he was about to kiss her, her eyes shifted to the restaurant. “There,” she whispered and David turned his head. Kira was hurrying from the restaurant, tears streaming down her face. Zinnah removed David’s hands. “Go get her,” she said and threw her cigarette on the ground. She watched him go and sighed. “What a waste. She can’t make him happy.” It was dark in the alley. Kira sat down in the inner corner and cried. Footsteps echoed in the dark and she felt a familiar kind of warmth surround her. She dried her tears quickly and watched the different shades of black before her. “Hello, David,” she said quietly. He moved to her side and sat down.. “Hey. What are you doing here?” “None of your business,” Kira mumbled and David sighed. “Are you still mad at me?” “What are you doing here?” Kira said in a shaky voice, “How did you find me?” “Zinnah found you. She saw you with Eric and called Laken,” David told her. “Ah. She called Laken. So, once again… why are you here?” “Thanks for that, my darling.” “I’m not yours anymore.” David’s jaw muscles tightened. Her grabbed Kira by the arm and rose. “Come on, it’s time to…” She jerked loose and sobbed heavily. “I don’t want you here!” she yelled. David breathed in and let it out in a deep, irritated sigh. Her words hurt more than she could imagine. He dragged her to her feet and exhausted, she rested against the wall. Standing in front of her, she could feel his anger boil. “You cut yourself pretty badly. You burned your own skin,” he said and let one hand move to her back, but she pressed it hard against the wall, determined not to let him touch. “Are you healing?” “No, the doctor told me it will take weeks. I think the charcoals did the trick,” she said, almost proud. “Yes, they probably did,” David said and took his hand off her. He took a step closer and she breathed in. “What are you hiding from me, Kira?” “Nothing.” “Is your back already fine? Is that it?” he asked, searching for truth in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, “it will take months!” David blinked and smiled satisfied. “Just a second ago you said weeks, not months. Are you lying to me?” “I’ve already told you…” “Oh, you’re lying, Kira…” He grabbed her arm, reaching for her back. With her free hand, she hit him hard over the face and he staggered back. David grinned. Walking quickly over to her again, he pushed her up against the wall and put his lips to her ear. “You can hurt yourself as often as you like. You can hide behind a wall of caring human beings. You can pretend to be alright, whatever makes you happy. It still won’t change you. Soon, you’re just like me and no one will understand. Don’t try to adapt. It’s so humiliating,” he said, turned and walked away. The warmth was gone and she sank to the ground. She curled up, shaking, sobbing and being completely miserable. “Kira? Are you in here?” Eric. Kira got to her feet and hurried towards him. In his arms, she cried uncontrollably. “How did you find me?” Eric shielded her from the cold and kissed her forehead. “I asked around. A lot. A man spotted you heading this way, so I followed and hoped for the best. I don’t want to loose you,” he said and Kira cried even more. “But that would be so much better for you…” she said and took a step back. She suddenly realized the meaning of the words she had just said. “Oh… That’s what I should do… I should leave you alone.” She dried her tears and prepared herself for a brave farewell. Then she felt it. A quick stab in her back made her topple over. She quickly steadied herself against the nearest wall. Eric didn’t notice and moved closer to her again. “I don’t understand, I want you here, you don’t have to…” Like a knife cutting patterns in her skin, Kira grunted and she fell forward, screaming. “It hurts… Eric, it hurts!! Make it stop!” Eric’s eyes widened as he saw blood through her shirt. He ran out of the alley, shouting and waving his hands about. “Ambulance! Someone call an ambulance!!”
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