Elysian Fields

3 - Metanoia

POV - Elysian

I stirred in my sleep, but my eyes flew open, looking around eagerly to be welcomed into my afterlife.

But my memory is revived as I sighed in irritation remembering, I had stopped myself.

Something stopped me.

I shook my head in attempt to brush my thoughts. I looked up at the ceiling contemplating on whether I should get up or not, I decide on the latter. I raise my wrist to the view, so it's in line with my eyes but confusion floods my head as no scar was left behind.

I had most certainly not expected for it to disappear in a matter of minutes. I rubbed my eye and sat up, skimming over the person sitting in the visitor seat.

I reached for 'Another Day' by David Levithan, I froze remembering the man in my visitor's chair.  

I fearfully bent my knees and shuffled further away, in intense agitation, but the familiarity of this man outweighed my uneasiness.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and watched as his face remained calm, proving his disregard to my antics. 

I viewed as he stretched his arm towards my trembling hand, his face lit as I grabbed onto the thin sheet of paper, he was holding out for me.

My mind became more sceptical as I contemplated whether I should read this or not, I determined I would not engage in his note presently.

I turned my head to his angelic face taking in his idiosyncratic features. Idiosyncratic was another remarkable word in my book, meaning distinctive or peculiar.

I glared at his frame, stirring the emotions of amicability. 

"Has your scar healed?"

I jumped at his sudden attempt at small talk. He raised his head trying to have a better look at my wrist, but I pulled my hand away.

"I saved your life you know; you should be thanking me"

I cursed colourfully under my breathe.

I didn't ask to be saved.

Who is this stranger and what the hell does he want from me?

No matter how ethereal his features were or how harmonic his voice was, he still had an unpleasant personality.

Ethereal, another word that piqued my interest enough to be scribbled down in my book, represents his heavenly aura but juxtaposes his questionable character.

"Listen dude. Honestly, I don't know who you are. I don't want to know who you are. But I seriously need some alone time and I would like you to leave."

"I am Kai"

"Okay, Kai, but who asked?"

Kai snorts, making me query his celestial demeanour.

"I'm Kai and I'm here to help you"

I muttered inaudibly, "I knew hallucinations were a new symptom"

I took in his tall figure, towering over me.

He held himself up, self-confidence emitting from his lean figure. He stood at a solid 6'1, making me seem miniscule in my 5'5. He wore a white shirt, that was clearly fading, accompanied by some black corduroy baggy pants.

"Listen Kai, I don't need your help. I still don't even know who you are. So kindly leave. Please." 

Kai looked down at me, not contemptuously but encouragingly, almost as if he was amused by my behaviour.