Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-47.144.197.225-20191119031123/@comment-44483614-20191123150908

Chapter 3

“I don’t want Slumberry tea!” Sophie angrily mumbled to Elwin. The lack of sleep had made her wary, less attentive, and almost emotionless. The only emotion she had was anger, and disappointment. The fact that Keefe hadn’t woken up in nearly a week since his last awakening made Sophie want to scream, but added that when Sophie had checked his mind, it was bare. Polished from top to bottom, not a memory seen. Mr. Forkle said that Keefe was hiding his memories in a safe spot, where no telepath could go, so that explained the bareness. Sophie didn’t like it though. In fact, she hated it.

“You haven’t slept in a week Sophie! You need sleep!” He said the last sentence as if he was demanding her to sleep. Sophie looked away, moving to sit next to Keefe. The boy looked well rested, yet stressed and worried at the same time. Elwin gave her a look, and Sophie decided it was time to sleep. She grabbed the slumberry tea, drinking it before she could change her mind, and stumbled over to a cot. She at first tried to fight back the sleep, remembering that Keefe could wake up at any moment, but the drowsiness was to powerful, and she soon fell into a dark sleep. The nightmares. They were unimaginable. They groped at Sophie, closer to the monster than she had ever gone before. The monster roared, it was hungry. Sophie came closer to the darkness when suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder. It pulled her away, fathered and furthered until she was back in reality. It took a second for Sophie’s eyes to clear and when they did she saw Keefe standing next to her, his right hand on her shoulder.

“What’s wrong Keefe?” Keefe shook his head and told her,

“I-I don’t know. I just needed you here.” Sophie nodded, stunned that Keefe seemed perfectly normal, but Sophie knew better.

“Keefe something is wrong. Tell me.” Keefe looked away and whispered,

“I think I manifested...” Sophie’s mouth opened, as if she was going to say something. She closed it.

“As a mesmerizer.” Sophie gaped.

“Show me.” Keefe nodded, and Sophie explained further, “Mesmerize me.” Keefe gulped nervously, and stared at Sophie. For a few seconds nothing happened, then a force shoved Sophie’s right hand upward. Sophie watched her hand rise to her head, and then pat her head a few times. Sophie tried to move her hand downward, but she  couldn’t.

“Ok you can stop.” Sophie told Keefe, and Keefe started sweating.

“I can’t.” Sophie used her other hand to move her right hand to her side, but it just snapped back up to its place hovering in the air.

“Keefe, seriously stop.” Sophie told Keefe, now terrified. Keefe looked at Sophie then snapped. His gaze turned into a misty look at Sophie and Sophie felt her hand fall.

“Are you ok?” Keefe asked a Sophie.

“Of course. Are you ok?” Sophie questioned Keefe. Keefe nodded, looking away.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. Sophie walked over, grabbing his hand and turning his chin to face her.

“You will never need to say sorry to me Keefe.” This time not one single joke came out of Keefe’s mouth, surprisingly.

“Are you really ok Keefe?” Keefe shook his head, telling Sophie,

“I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t feel ok, but I know I will be one day. So for right now, I’m fine.” Sophie was surprised that he didn’t hide his feelings under a joke. Sophie knew he was lying, and kept on pushing for the truth.

“Keefe, please tell me. We can get through this together.” Sophie made sure she sounded strong and stable, and Keefe seemed to consider it.

“Ok.” The word was small, but it made an impact on Sophie. Keefe was never that easy to convince into doing something. “I-I feel like I’ve changed, and not just in my mind. In my personality and my mindset, and everything.” Tears started to form in Keefe’s eyes, but he kept going, “I was afraid to tell you because i knew you still wanted the joking, fun side of me but, I just don’t have it anymore. I’m just afraid now.” Sophie hugged Keefe, not caring about the fact that Fitz could barge in at any moment and see her. Keefe needed her right then, and she would make sure she would be there for the ride. Keefe relaxed, crying into her cape. Sohis felt sorry for the boy crying on her shoulder, felt sorry that all this had happened to him.

“No sympathy Foster.” Sophie smirked at least he could say that.

“You know that I will always feel sympathetic towards you.” Keefe pulled away, his eyes puffy and red but dry, and told her,

“Oh, I know Foster I know.” Elwin barged in when he slammed open the door to the waiting room. Behind the door were two people Sophie knew, but she wasn’t excited to see one of them. Is it good? Should I write more?