Blue Eyes I First Saw

Chapter 13

Darkness swallowed me as I entered the forest. The cold unnerving wind blew resulting to my goosebumps, I wrapped my jacket around my body tightly and began walking, wandering inside the so called suicide forest.

My school black shoes are like a magnet attracting cold moist soil in it. Every step feels heavy not just literally but also mentally. It feels like every step makes my mind think of irrational suicidal thoughts that I should not think. 

The sound of dangling bones echoed the whole rainforest making me swallow the lump on my throat. 

I felt like a protagonist in a horror movie that is meant to struggle in this journey— which I don't hope. I came here in peace, I should leave this place with peace too. All I want is to talk to the kid and thank and help him. I don't want any more than that.

The darkness became darker making me blind. I guess the sun has already set, lettin the night begin. I put my phone in my jacket's pocket and turned its torch on. Soon enough the little light made it and it pierced through the darkness.

In the middle of darkness, I'm here alone in my high school uniform with my satchel, letting the little light from my phone slice the darkness. A diapasons of screams and howls can make this moment of my life a horror movie. 

I continued walking silently, keeping my breathing normally and, minimizing the sound of leaves I stepped in. Not wanting to draw attention over living things or supernatural ones. The torch's light can draw attention but a sound can alarm them.

Holy grace, what am I thinking? If I don't want to draw some attention then I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

I sighed. Readying myself for possible outcomes I breathe in and out before clearing my throat to call the kid.

“H-hello?” My quivering voice is not hard to miss. It's more obvious than the obvious. Silence answered me with nothing. 

I just kept on walking without any direction but continuously saying hello with fear that someone might answer. Going left, going right. To the east, west, north, north east side, north west side, I even walked to the south and turned on so many trees.

I stopped and sat on the huge root crawling on the soil. All the body pain I got yesterday appeared, making every limb ache. My feet hurt from running and walking all day. My breathing is deep and slow, I'm tired and my eyes are dropping to sleep.

I slap myself. And again. Again.

Hell, I won't let myself sleep here. 

Opening the lock screen of my phone, it says quarter to eleven. My parents surely made it at home and maybe assumed that I'm already sleeping in my room— which I hope I am right now.

Deciding to take a rest, I sighed. Do ghosts sleep? It's nearly midnight, maybe that is why the kid is not showing himself to me? 

Or is he at my parent's house waiting for me? No, thall will be impossible, he didn't even follow me. But do they do some teleportation? 

Hell, I'm mixing the supernatural things to some fictional attributes. They might have a very thin line in between but they are different. 

As I took a deep breath again, a silhouette appeared from afar that made me pale, draining all the colors left on my face. My eyes dilated like an owl as my lips parted while my body tensed.

Holy grace! I'm not ready for this. Hell! Damn! What the heck! 

The silhouette remained standing from afar facing me. I can't see a glimpse of him but I'm sure he's a he and he's staring at me. What the heck! 

Fighting my inner fear I stood up in trembling hands and knees before taking a step back, refusing to blink an eye or it will be right in front of my face like on the scenes of horror movies. 

The night wind blew making the dangling sound of suicide bones and gives a diapasons of horror sound. My skin sting from fear as I clutch my jacket tightly around me, like it can protect my whole being and sanity. 

The silhouette remains unmoving but it only adds up my suspense in fear. My mind flew on the silhouette's next move, being paranoid than I already am, my eyes gave up and began sliding a tear on both of my cheeks. Any time soon I might pass out or throw up but I did this to myself. I should face it.

Holding my jacket tightly, rooting my feet on the cold moist soil, feeling the cold night breeze and it's natural yet horrific gamut. I closed my eyes tightly and began to exercise my breathing.

More darkness swallowed me as I kept my eyes closed. My sense of hearing became more attentive, even my sensitivity that even a slightest touch of my own hair makes me tremble. 

I can't hear anything along with the sound of trees swaying by the wind. Everything sounds so peaceful that it makes me feel alone. I felt alone.

“Who— whoever you are, p— please do . . .d— do not come near m— me.” I quietly plead, unaware of what's going on with my surroundings.

The silence stretched leaving the dangling sound of bones echoing the whole place. It's terrifying, it's unnerving. 

Breath in. Breath out. “Is . . .is a— anyone here?” 

The wind answered me with nothing for the nth time. If someone is looking me right now, I know I look like a dumb crazy highschool girl.

I shook my head and loosen all my thoughts. I give up. I'm leaving.

I was about to open my eyes when I heard footsteps going near, making me shut my eyes once again.

Someone is here with me, I'm one hundred percent sure of that. I can feel the stare on me, it's making me uncomfortable.

“You can open your eyes if you want.” a manly voice said that made me nervous. 

I shook my head and closed my eyes more tightly. “You might look awful, I'm— I'm . . . I can't.”

“Woah!” the man chuckled. “You're underestimating me, woman.” pride is evident in his voice. 

I can't believe I'm talking to a ghost again. Hole grace. Do I have to talk to them as always? Do all of them look awful?

I tensed as I heard footsteps coming from near. “No! Don't come near me. P— please.” my voice broke as I held up my tears. My fear is rising.

The footsteps stopped, I made myself step backwards.

“Hey. I won't hurt you.” he assured me but my mind doesn't want to take his words. 

I shook my head once again. “Just stay— stay where you are.” 

“Yes. I won't move, just calm down. I won't hurt you.” he assured me again. “Can you open your eyes now?”

“Do you look . . .awful?” I asked slowly, not wanting to pissed him off.

“What?!” he almost shouted while chuckling. It echoed through the whole forest.

“Do you have bruises? Wounds? Any missing organs? Like your eyes? Broken bones? What stage of decomposition do you look like?” hell, how awful does this ghost look?

“What the f**k?” he burst out his laughter. “W— what the hell do you think of m—me?” he laughed again.

“Uhh— a ghost?” Now, I'm unsure. Is he a human? What is he doing here?

He stopped laughing and I heard a loud gulp. “You can see ghosts?” Is he scared or shocked? Wait— he's a human!

I opened my eyes and scratched it to adjust to the darkness sliced by his flashlight.

“Are you okay?” he asked where he was. 

I look at him from head to toe. He's not a ghost and is not awful— no, he's far from looking awful.

A man is towering in front of me, he is young, a college student, perhaps? He's holding a flashlight. He is wearing a simple Nike branded hoodie and simple jeans and a white dirty AirForce One Nike shoes. His hair is black and curly, and has manly american complexions that I can't see clearly because it's dark. Heck? Is he a model of a brand or just a privileged man?

He smiled and raised his brows. “Do I look awful to you, beautiful?”

I frowned and exhaled a deep breath. Gone all the tension and fear. I relaxed and wiped my face with my hands.

“So, what does a beautiful lady in a high school uniform doing here?” he asked with a smile. Playboy.

I just nodded for nothing and began walking past him. I might just come back here for the ghost kid, I'll just go home for now and rest.

“Hey.” The man followed me, lighting my way. “Are you okay?” he asked in a concerned tone that I answered with a slight nod. “Where are you going?”

This man can't keep his mouth shut.

“Strolling around.” I answered in full sarcasm.

He snorted. “I'm Zire anyway but, seriously where are you going?”

“I'm going out of this forest.” hell. I can feel all the aches on my body, my head is even in slow spinning.

I tensed when Zire grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the opposite direction. “You're walking on the wrong way.” he half-scolded me.

He won't r**e me in this forest, right? His hand is uncomfortable. I pulled it back so that he looked at me but I just walked past him.

“Stubborn.” he whispered that I fully heard but followed me again.

I put my phone in my pocket and turned on its flash to light my way. I still have a lot of bruises and scratches from the last time, I can't add more. My mom will freak out on me being not flawless. 

Is being flawless essential? I don't think so. I'm born looking awful so it's not really a big deal to me.

I halted on my tracks as me and Zire reached the forest's entrance and or exit. I felt my body drain all the blood in me and remain unmoving, rooted on the moist soil of Aokigahara.

Holy crap! 

My grip on my phone and jacket got more tight as I felt my hands tremble. Holy grace!

The ghost kid is standing on the entrance looking at me and Zire— can Zire see him? 

“Are you okay?” I heard Zire asked me. I slowly turned my gaze to him. He doesn't seem to see the ghost kid. 

Zire looked at me and observed me for a while. He then held my wrist and slowly pulled me towards the exit. 

Holy grace, I'm going near the ghost!

I tugged my wrist from Zire's hold and ran to get out of the forest. My breath is heaving from the running when I finally reach some distance from the entrance. Looking back, there's Zire briskly walking towards me and the ghost kid keeps his stares from the entrance. 

Feeling my heart with my palm I relaxed myself until my breathing became normal. Zire is now in front of me staring at me like I'm a mystery. 

“You— you can go now.” I told him.

He frowned. “No. This place is dangerous, and you look tired.”

I glance at the ghost. I have to talk to him. He saved my life. 

“I— I have to go back inside—”

“What?!” he almost shouted in disbelief. “Why?”

Wow. This man is something. I am not used to some stranger treating me like this. Like I'm someone to be taken care of.

“I left something.” I lied. “If you want to go, you can. I'll just get the— uhm— my thing.” 

Zire sighed deeply and nodded. “Fine. I'll come with you—”

“No!” I almost shouted. I cleared my throat. “I mean, no. You . . .can just wait here.” he might have seen me talking to nothing.

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