Premonition (Chapter 11)-P2-

My eyes fluttered open and fell shut almost at once. My eyelids felt so heavy and I found it hard to move at all. I moaned in discontent as my eyes tried to catch a glimpse of what was around me. Why was it so damn bright?! Where was I anyway? While I was still squinting, I could make out a dark figure hovering above me. I panicked and forced my unbelievably tired body to budge.

I managed to flip myself off my back but I moved so fast that it made me dizzy. To think i almost fainted cause of that...The next thing i knew, someone's hand was supporting me and i noticed that the hand that I was using to shield my eyes from the light was already bandaged. It took me a few seconds to realize that i was in the embrace of someone that i had never met before. Someone with stunning eyes of amber. I felt those eyes stare into my soul before i heard a loud sigh, then those eyes fell shut and me, out of a trance. I wasn't sure if I would have understood that at all, even IF i wasn't like this. The owner of those eyes proceeded to tell me the weirdest things i had ever heard. Of how my soul supposedly decided to take a walk and that it was yanked back into my body right before something got to it.

This person was supposed to be 2 years my 'senior' though he looked like no such thing.  A Northerner that went by the name, Julian Gerrad and an exorcist in training, or at least thats what i think he said. he had feared that my body had been already possessed  and had apologized for pulling me into a staring contest just after I got up. He also apologized for scaring the shit out of a person that was half asleep. His roomate had been so freaked out by yesterday's storm (which I had no idea had happened at all) that she bunked in with her best friend next door, and that I was taking up her bed while she was gone. After he had let go of me, my vision had begun to return and I started to wish that it hadn't...I saw pink...everywhere. Julian laughed at me as I plastered my hands directly over my eyes, virtually slapping it with the speed they hit my face. I just realized that the ENTIRE room was pink. Pink walls, pillows, blankets, sheets, lamps. The heck?! Even the toilet was pink! I could have sworn I went temporarily blind. Julian offered to walk me to my room but I absolutely refused to open my eyes to rainbow ponies and pink glitter. I almost had a heart attack when he lifted me up without warning. I was so freaked out that I instantly had 1 arm clinging to his shirt while the other was already around his neck. I had enough of falling for one day and it didn't help that he was damn tall, but i buried my face into the arch of his neck in surrender when I found out that even the carpet was an eye soring hot pink. I pitied him for having to stay in a place like that, for whoever owned that room had to be on something worse than crack...

It seems that it was still pretty early, for a good deal of students weren't up yet. Julian still did me the favor of sticking to the routes less used. It'd be all over the papers tomorrow if anyone saw us. To ease up the tension, he started telling me that it was considered normal for me to feel weak after what happened. After all, I was lucky to be alive considering the amount of blood I had lost. He suggested that I stay in bed for the rest of the day. Julian was about to offer to keep me company when the door to my room had flung itself open, surprising the both of us. Flourite just stood there, his eyes moving from me to Julian and then back to me. After a few seconds, he just stalked off without a word. I don't know if it was my imagination but his footsteps sounded quicker and somehow agitated. When I looked up, to my amazement, Julian merely stared after him. I sensed intrigue and caution but not fear. When I asked him why wasn't he afraid, he just smiled and answered that he could see things that most people couldn't and that he'd seen scarier things than 'that'.

People were afraid of the unknown and because of that, they sometimes scare themselves for nothing. They ignore what's infront of their eyes but frighten themselves by imagining irrelevant things. They rather hurt than protect and because of that, they bring their own misfortune but blame the already wounded. Its and unfair world, it always has been and may forever will be. As Julian spoke on, his eyes seem to glisten like liquid gold. I wondered how much had he seem with those eyes of his. How much pain did he harbor? He looked like a typical sun-dweller when he laughed. However, when he was neither smiling nor laughing, his face was written with the intensity of a hunter that was patiently waiting. The question was, what or whom was his target? Up until now, I didn't think that I had to watch out for this man but something told me that he was skilled in pulling off successful facades.

He sat on the opposite side of my bed while reclining against the headboard, his gaze fixed on the door almost as if he was waiting for someone to walk through. I asked him if he'd seen something and after awhile, all he gave me was a very unconvincing 'no'. It was obvious that there was something that he wasn't telling me but at the moment, I didn't exactly see him as a threat. I fell asleep somewhere in between him stroking my head and telling me stories about angels reincarnated as humans. His deep voice started to fade into some sort of foreign language before I felt myself drift off...