I pressed the button to the first floor, and then leaned against the back wall of the elevator. “Too much for one day,” I whispered.
Above the door, the number one lit in a soft glow, accompanied by a pleasant dinging sound. The double doors spread open, and I squinted from the sunlight penetrating through the glass walls of the lobby. To my surprise, Jared stood at the revolving door.
“It has been a lot for you today. Let’s go home.”
I smiled, remembering my whispers in the elevator.
He let me lean against him as we walked to the Escalade hand in hand. The gulls seemed particularly loud, calling to each other along the harbor. The breeze brought in the sweet stench of fish and motor oil. The sounds and smells surrounding Titan always reminded me of my father.
“It’s no wonder I’m having the dreams,” I said.
“What dreams?” Jared teased.
I smiled. “Coming here everyday, being around everything that embodies what I remember about Jack. It’s not some supernatural mystery. I’m just surrounded by him.”
Jared replied only with a thoughtful nod. He was careful to avoid the subject during the ride home, sticking to the weather and happenings at Brown. Once we reached the loft, he was all to eager to start preparing dinner, so I left him to his thoughts and ran a bath in the downstairs tub.
After lingering far too long in the cooling water, I wrapped my towel around me and opened the door, noticing only one plate of food. Jared was in the corner, dripping with sweat.
“You ate without me?” I asked, sitting at the table.
“I didn't want to disturb you,” Jared said, grunting with the massive amount of weight above him.
Jared was hiding something, and his behavior told me it was probably something I didn't want to know.
I finished my dinner and started the dishwasher, and then made my way up the stairs. I slipped on my night gown and crawled into bed beside Jared. He was reading, and put his book down long enough to kiss my forehead. I relaxed, trying to think peaceful thoughts. Wondering if I would wake up screaming wouldn’t help to keep the dreams away, so I forced my mind in the direction of Jared and our Oak Tree.
“No studying tonight?” Jared said.
“Test is Monday. I’m too tired tonight.”
Jared nodded. “Mom called today. Bex’s coming home tomorrow.”
A yawn interrupted my response, but I spoke in spite of it. “Oh?”
“I invited him over for dinner. I thought I could whip up a pot roast.”
I smiled, drifting off. “Sounds good.”
Just as Jared kissed me goodnight, I fell, dropping thousands of feet to a dusty, wooden floor. Landing face down, my palms flat to the ground, I hesitated to move until I was sure of my surroundings. It was dark and quiet, except for the subtle disruption of the rustling of papers. I turned my head, struggling to focus two shadows on the floor; two hunched figures desperately searching.
I closed my eyes. “I’m not moving,” I said, balling my hands into fists. “I won’t watch.”
The rustling stopped, and Gabe whispered the warning to my father. “It’s too late.”
“I won’t watch you die tonight,” I said, gritting my teeth.
Jack and Gabe escaped with their book, and I sat on my knees. The shrieking echoed through the halls, and my heart beat faster. I stood, determined to stay, focused on the room I was in, trying to ignore the fiendish and frightening noises growing louder as they closed in. It was my dream. I would stay.
The room blurred, and time pulled me away. My stomach tugged, and then I was gone, violently thrust to the roof. Gabe took my father in his arms and leaped with transcendental strength to the site of my father’s brutal end. Once again I refused to move, locking my knees in place. The tugging began, but my feet remained on the ground.
Just then, countless shadows swept past, traveling with such momentum that my hair blew forward, as if two trains were passing at full speed on each side of me. The sounds that came from the shadows were indescribable, so loud that my hands automatically cupped over my ears. I screamed aloud to try to drown out the evil that saturated the space around me.
Then it was gone.
I waited. Sounds from the street below replaced the deafening roar of Shax and his minions, and my knees buckled, letting my body fall to the ground.
“Please stop,” I whispered, knowing no one could hear.
My breathing accelerated. The air seemed too thin, and the tugging began again. “No,” I pleaded, just as a hole opened up beneath me. I fell, landing on the wet cement of the alley.