That's what my special friend said before I got here and it was the last time I saw him since. Here, is noted on the location of course but where exactly, in some sort of asylum. Why? I presume they sorted me as abnormal mentally and physically. To be honest I feel fine and force to smile if someone asks. Actually not. When ever I look into the mirror I feel lost, lonely and cold. 'The darkness' as my special friend refered to is a secret that no one else knew but him. He knew it at the first glimpse. How? Apparently he knew where to look for it because he has it too, only far more intense than I do. It is something that I don't want to share it at all. With him it appeares natural and at times as a gift but with other people even with my mother it is a curse. I have to hide it. I shared it once with a friend and they ran. I never saw them since. My mother knows nothing of it and everyone else around me. But I don't feel comfortable with it. I wear at all times a pokerface to conceal my darkness. Except my eyes are the only thing I can not hide and reveal a part of my darkness.
A young child once wondered to his mother with a loud voice why I have such large red eyes. My special friend has them too but they change through time, depending on his strength. Sapphire blue to blood red. Mine always remain blood red.
This secret, this darkness does not speak to me or anything of the sort that is abnormal and yet here I am. Doctors and nurses come and go in a quick and silent manner. Taking few samples of my blood, giving retched meals three times a day and doing odd sorts of tests. Like testing my condition in sports, IQ tests and more. What makes it odd is that every time I do a test a man in military uniform watches silently me along with few other doctors behind a glass window.
His hazel-brown eyes are always focused at me. When I turn to face him there is never an eye contact. He is a complete stranger yet why this sort of act?
I would give everything to be with my special and dear friend. To be honest I'm beginning to fall in love with him. Quentin. A special name for a special friend. With him my darkness is no threat and don't need to hide it with a mask.
"Have I ever told you that your darkness is special compared to mine?" Asked a soft spoken voice of a man. A familiar voice that I longed to hear.
"Quentin!" I whispered with joy. "Where are you?" While looking around feverishly.
"Come on! We have the same gift! Use them!"
I followed to where his voice came from, at the barred window I recognized his face. His large sapphire blue eyes sparkled with content and smiled as our eyes met. I opened the window, alas the bars was the only thing between him and me. Immediately I wanted to take hold of the bars.
His hands were quicker to stop me. "Don't! There are designed to keep you in, Jasmine. Take a step a back."688Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgxg9ZDBxkR
"Why?" I looked deeply into his eyes while holding his pale and cool hands.
"Because they're not designed to keep me out." He sniggered with a broad smile. That snigger and sly smile always points that he has a plan or an idea. Immediately I took few steps back.
Suddenly there was loud metal thundering sound and the bars were gone. Quentin had one foot in the room and the other at the window sill, reaching with an open hand to me and grinned contented at me.
Suddenly the door opened. A doctor and the military man were there, staring in awe with dropped jaws and widened eyes that almost pop out from their sockets.
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