First I must apologize for having not updated in so long. I do hope that by uploading several stories today, I will make this up to all my readers. I am still working on Downward Spiral and Fork in the Road, and I do plan to finish both stories. Happily, my summer vacation will be starting soon and I hope to have more time to work on my stories.
This is the 15th in my 100-themes challenge. "Faith". Enjoy!
Thank you to, Fiyerna for betaing.
While I am ashamed to admit it, when I first woke up I was terrified. I had no idea where I was— or how I'd gotten there. My last memories had been of opening the door and someone pressing a cloth to my face as they carried me away. I was thrown against something—I remembered that as well—and in retrospect, it would have been a television. It was how I ended up in that world.
Everything there was… so strange. It felt like a sanctuary, the sort of place I would have normally loved to run around in had it not been for the chilling atmosphere. Something about that place… it made me uneasy. It was just a simple building, yet it made me feel weak, exposed… and I didn't know why—which only made me feel more vulnerable then I already was.
When I ran into what I now know was my Shadow, everything only seemed to get collectively worse with each passing second. I knew I was in danger, and I knew I needed to get out of the current situation… but I also knew I was as good as a newborn infant at the moment. If I left the room I was in, I was as good as dead, but if I stayed, I was no better off—I simply had more time before my end came.
I opted to stay. Despite the annoyances the replica of myself caused. I did my best to ignore it at first, I refused to acknowledge that something like that could look like me and act the way it did. It—I suppose since that was me it is proper to say she—acted in such a way I would have never allowed myself to act in public. She said things that somewhere in the pit of my stomach I knew very well were true, but didn't want to admit.
I don't remember how long it took before I gave in and stated talking back, but I just knew that it got worse from there. She was me, although I did not know it at the time, and I allowed her to get under my skin without realizing it. She knew my weaknesses and the exact buttons to push to mess with my emotions. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long if this kept up, and I tried to back away from her. But she kept clawing at me, opening old wounds, throwing salt in them and rubbing them with lemons for an extra laugh.
I had never felt so relieved when I heard the door opening behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and for one, wonderful moment, I felt calm. A familiar pair of silver eyes locked with me own and I knew I'd be safe. I'd never understood why I did—or what it was about him that assured me everything would be just fine. He both frustrated and fascinated me. He was the single person I'd met in my life who I simply could not figure out.
In the end, I suppose it was that which originally sparked my attraction to him. Although if someone had told me I'd have fallen in love with him just a over a month later, I'd have ignored them completely and probably avoided him for good measure.
The day I spoke to him before I was kidnapped, although I addressed the entire group, he knew I was talking to him… and I have a feeling he knew what I was going to do the entire time. Part of my wishes he would have stopped me before any of it happened, but I'm more-so grateful pleased that he did not. I always knew he would come—and not because he had saved the others. I knew he wouldn't allow anything bad to happen…. I had faith in him—and knew there was no better person to have it in.