“Damien, that was years ago,” said Alexander as his cheeks turned a light pink.
“I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I said shaking my head slightly.
“Do you think it’s because you’re with Grey more often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
“I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at a small cathedral, praying. Praying for salvation.”
“Salvation from what?” Alexander asked.
“You,” is all I could say. I loved him, but I felt it was wrong.
“Why me?” he asked.
“I’ve had feelings for you since that fling three years ago,” I said, recalling the memory.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ve been living in agony for three years,” Alexander said glaring at me.
“I was scared of my feelings, scared of myself. I’m still scared,” I said.
“You’re scared now, and you were scared then. I remember that night so perfectly,” he said looking at his brown leather shoes, shaking his head. “It was storming, and I was up in your room while Dr. Anozi was out. He had to go to the hospital for an emergency, you were my responsibility. We talked about your studies, and problems.”
“Then, just as we began talking about past relationships, you kissed me. So softly at first, after a single moment, though, it became more and more aggressive, and passionate,” I said, flushing slightly.
“I still haven’t been able to get the image of you shirtless out of my mind,” Alexander said, eyeing my mid-section.
“Me either,” I said trying to make the situation light.
“Seriously Damien, you are all I can ever think about,” Alexander said. I gritted my teeth. My head told me I was wrong, and going to hell. Yet my heart told me to go for it that I was allowed to choose. So, which was right?
“I know, and I don’t understand why the memory is resurfacing now,” I said shaking my head slightly.
“Do you think it’s because you’re with Grey more often?” Alexander asked. I’d rarely seen Grey while at the asylum. The only people I would talk to was Deborah, Dr. Anozi, Alexander, and a few college professors.
“I don’t know, maybe, but it’s scaring me,” I said. “I spent all last night at a small cathedral, praying. Praying for salvation.”
“Salvation from what?” Alexander asked.
“You,” is all I could say. I loved him, but I felt it was wrong.
“Why me?” he asked.
“I’ve had feelings for you since that fling three years ago,” I said, recalling the memory.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I’ve been living in agony for three years,” Alexander said glaring at me.
“I was scared of my feelings, scared of myself. I’m still scared,” I said.
“You’re scared now, and you were scared then. I remember that night so perfectly,” he said looking at his brown leather shoes, shaking his head. “It was storming, and I was up in your room while Dr. Anozi was out. He had to go to the hospital for an emergency, you were my responsibility. We talked about your studies, and problems.”
“Then, just as we began talking about past relationships, you kissed me. So softly at first, after a single moment, though, it became more and more aggressive, and passionate,” I said, flushing slightly.
“I still haven’t been able to get the image of you shirtless out of my mind,” Alexander said, eyeing my mid-section.
“Me either,” I said trying to make the situation light.
“Seriously Damien, you are all I can ever think about,” Alexander said. I gritted my teeth. My head told me I was wrong, and going to hell. Yet my heart told me to go for it that I was allowed to choose. So, which was right?
The next day was a horror show.The school was burned down to the ground.All we had left was some desks,chairs,and books.The princepal and the church owner said we can us the church.Its to scared us to death because Sally Gunsman was burned with the school.Her brother Brandon Gunsman
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
was lucky he didnt go to the school with her to get her books,but he was sorry he did every go
because him could hav go her out.We all told him its not your fault ,she went in at the wrong time.
We had to save us and the town but how?
"Andrew? Andrew? Are you okay?" Andrew hear Elizabeth's gentle, velvety voice as his consicness returned to him. "Hey honey, you've been asleep for awhile now." She seemed very concerned, considering she had only known him for a few hours. After the room stopped spinning, Andrew sat up and looked around. He was still in the hotel, but, he didn't recognize the room. When his gaze fell on Elizabeth, the room started spinning again. "So, when you said, "When I was alive." did you mean that you're a ghost?" Elizabeth's face was grim and solemn. "Yes. I'm a ghost." Suddenly, Andrew smelled cinnamon, honey, and something he didn't recognize. "Andrew I have to go. I'll be back tonight. By the way, call me Liz." She flashed him a dazzling smile, and she was gone. "Wow."