After Faye left, I flopped down onto my bed and lay there for a moment. Something about this place just made me want to cut off all my hair and set myself on fire. Maybe it was the sudden change on my ‘friends’ situation, or maybe it was something else, but whatever it was, I wanted it to stop.
Finally I pulled myself away from my blankets and wondered out into the halls. Faye had pointed out that Margo was missing, and I was worried. She usually doesn’t leave my company for such a long time. Yet as I quietly made my way through the dimly lit halls, I couldn’t see or scene her anywhere.
Finally, I grew so weary that I wasn’t even sure if I was walking anymore. I found my way back up to my dorm and closed the door as soundlessly as I could. I rested my forehead on the cool door for a moment before turning into the room. That’s when I saw him.
He was the same as ever. Same dark brown curls that were like dark chocolate touched by midnight, the same fair skin. His eyes looked upon me with the same strange colour that was a tangle of mostly blue with green and brown flecks thrown in. And his voice, as he spoke to me, sounded like he’d never left.
“So this is where you’ve ran off to…”
“What are you doing here?” I had finally found my mouth, but my body was frozen on the spot. It’d had been a while that I hadn’t talked to him, and I would have liked to keep it like that. As much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn’t. So I had forced myself for a long time to rid myself of him. Lot of good that did.
“I don’t even get a hello?”
“Well you didn’t exactly knock, so I don’t see this as very formal.” I told him sans expression as I made my way over to my bed. I was still in my clothes I’d worn all day, but I had no will to change out of them. I crawled into bed, and closed my eyes. But he wasn’t done with me yet.
“This place it strange…Suits you pretty well, I guess.” His voice was a whisper in my ear.
“What do you want, Zac?”
“Well, I’d like a lot of things, but there isn’t really anything I want—“
I sighed heavily and turned onto my side. He was sitting cross-legged on my bed beside me, and I really didn’t want to look at him right the. Nor I was I in the mood right then for his stupid smart-aleck comebacks. “If you want me, I’ll be sleeping.”
“Well we’re in luck then, because I do want you.”
My heart gave a persistent jerk at that, but I didn’t turn towards him. “Let me rephrase. I'm beat. I’m going to bed. Don’t wake me up. If you do, I’ll kill you.” I paused for a moment then realized what I’d just said made no sense. “Sorry; I won’t kill you. I’ll send you back to your rotting shell of a body. Alright, we clear Zachary?”
“As a crystal.” He said, with a little amusement. God, how I'd missed him. His humour, his touch; just the general idea of him. “One last thing though. This place; something isn’t right about it. I can’t escape the feeling that you’re in danger.”
I yawned, too tired to adsorb any more information. “Nice to know,” I murmured down into my pillow.