Forgotten Soul Ch - 3

My foot slipped out of the car and I let Jeff's hand go. He sat there, in the driver's seat with his jaw clenched. He didn't agree with me going back to see my father after all these years. Everything he did to me when I was younger. The poor tortured Steven... I remember the day Jeff saved me from my father when I was 17.

I guess I'm still in shock over it. The random black out I had were not random. My father was behind everything. But Jeff saved me. Jeff was a police officer back then. I shook my head and forced a smile. Trying to consider what I should say to him. He doesn't know I've come to visit... I looked up at the white old house that I remember from when I was a little child.

I looked up at the attic window from where I stood, trying to see my old rusted bed frame my dad put in the attic for me to sleep on. My heart was beating faster and faster with every step I took, every crunching sound from my foot on the ground didn't help either. Then, I just stopped. And kept staring... Not moving at all. Then out of nowhere Jeff whispered,
"Rayne, we should go."
My lips quivered when he said that and I ran back to the car and buckled my seat belt. Small tortured gasps coming from inside my chest. My tears poured down over my cheeks as I buckled my seat belt. I was 21 years old and I was still afraid of my father. Who haven't seen in years, with good reason of course? How could this be? I was still trying to catch my breath when Jeff sped down the road. He didn't say a word. Not even an "I told you so" on his face.

I guess my tears where too much for him to handle because before I knew it. He had pulled over and had my face in his chest.
"Oh, Rayne..." Hiss voice made it a tiny bit better but worse at the same time. I just started to cry harder which made my mascara run. His car sat there on the roar with us in it until I had finished crying.
"I'm such a baby," I snorted.
"You're my baby..." Jeff whispered into my ear and kissed my forehead gently. I was quite embarrassed with myself. I even stained his shirt, his good shirt. The one I made him wear to come see my dad one. I moved out of his s arms and sniffled.
"Why does it still hurt?" I mumbled...

For the next few days I sat on Jeff's bed talking to no one, eating nothing, spacing out and imagining better worlds. New worlds, filled with imaginary times such as magic. I even added a few things out of games that I had played before. I pretended I was a priest sometimes, protecting myself from evil. I worried Jeff and I knew this because I wouldn't talk. Jeff got someone to talk to me, and as usual, I'd shed a few tears without moving or fidgeting as I cried. He even brought a doctor in to see me. I was so bored with this so I imagined one of my pretend worlds to amuse myself.
"I don't know what's wrong with her, she's sick or something doctor, she won't ea."
I was and didn't do anything when the doctor came close to me to check my eyes, nose and years then heartbeat.
"She's not sick, maybe sad? Did anything happen before she stopped moving, eating, and talking?" the doctors face creased with worry.
"Uhh...

"Jeff mumbled something's into the doctor's ear that he made sure that I didn't hear. I didn't really care either. I glanced around Jeff's bedroom, gathering the information for this favorite place in my mind. The door to this room was like a black hole. The bed was on the left when you came inside with a dresser filled with frilly ink dressed. For a 9 year old. I glanced down at my body and I smiled. I was 9 again. The dress was painted a baby blue which made me smile. Pink and blue were my favorite colors. I looked up to the door and shivered. My imagination and memory are taking over.
I gasped when a sudden dark shadow started to hover over me.

My lips quivered and I shivered in fear. This place I've been imagining, every day for the last days were just imaginary.. Why am I so scared? The shadow was still hovering then I felt a sudden shock of pain though my back. I looked behind me and saw blood on the floor. It was coming from me. I dabbed at my back trying to figure out whether I was bleeding or not.

Then I found the gash. I ran my fingers over the wound and prayed for it to go away. I didn't pray to a "God" or any "God. I prayed to the universe. I felt power serge through my veins and I clasped the power as hard as I could and prayed again. My eyes closed and I felt a stinging sensation on my wound. My praying kept going and the shadow that had harmed me kept trying to harm. But I had concentrated the power to protecting me in a bubble just big enough for me. My lips moved and I yelled words in a language I didn't understand. My eyes opened and I was back with my dad. In the attic on the rusted bed with an old stained mattress. I stood up and realized I wasn't alive. I slammed my fists down into the dusty wooden floor and rolled around, my ghostly tears stinging my eyes. I was dead and I was stuck on this earth without hope of returning home. The dust flew up and up and then I ran over to the window, the very dusty window, and dragged my fingers across it to write a few letters.
H E L P M E - Rayne Webber!
I ran to the floor door of the attic and pushed as much as I could.

Closing my eyes I imagined flowers growing in the tall green grass and beautiful trees filled with bright red apples. The second I opened my eyes, I was back in Jeff's room. It was just a dream! I lay back in Jeff's bed and I whimpered like a beaten puppy.

To be continued...