Starless Eyes

Chapter 9

Pau's POV

I woke up with the sound of sirens wailing.

I looked at the side of my bed just to make sure.

I sat on my bed and immediately felt the stinging inside my left palm.

I unraveled the bandage.

Last night, the blood already coagulated,

Today, the wound looks fresh.

I again scanned the room and saw no one.

Knowing that he's alive supports my theory.

Those "dreams" I'm having, they're all real.

He'd been visiting me these past two nights.

Am I ready to see him?

Yes.

Am I afraid of him?

No.

But am I prepared to see what he's become?

Maybe yes, maybe not yet.

I was lost in thought.

I came back to my senses when I heard some commotion from the other room.

I grabbed my lab gown and quickly went out to see what's happening.

When I opened the door, I saw facility officers wheeling gurneys.

Two of the gurneys have bodies covered in white cloth.

The third is carrying one of the armed officers stationed to protect me.

She was pale.

A rescuer was placing a bandage on her bleeding wrist.

What have you done?

What have I done?

***

Upon arriving at my office,

My superior and I checked the surveillance footage from last night.

Confirming a theory is much scarier than just knowing it.

The moment we started watching it, chills ran on my spine.

He was with me from the moment I entered the room.

He quietly concealed himself behind the heavy window curtains.

He also knew that there are surveillance cameras directed to his hiding spot.

He even looked at it and smirked.

Knowing fully, that no one will be around to help if ever anything bad happens to me.

I saw myself fixing my sheets and trying to sleep.

Well, that explains it.

He'd been looking at me the whole night.

I also saw myself unraveling the bandages from my wounded palm.

When I finally fell asleep, he went out of his hiding spot, knelt at the side of my bed, and started caressing my hair.

Tears started to form, but I held them back.

After caressing my hair, he held my palm.

It looks like he's consuming blood from my wound.

But if you looked closer, he's just covering the wound,

Preventing himself to be tempted at the sight and smell of my blood.

I looked again at my left palm.

The only wound I have there was a wound made by myself.

I continued watching and saw him gently putting back the bandages on my hand.

When he was done, he mouthed some words.

I played it back and said the words with him.

"Why would I?"

He scooted away from me and leaned his back at the wall.

The same way he did in my "dream".

After a while, he stood up and left me unharmed.

However, the opposite of that happened in the room beside me.

I don't really know what to feel anymore.

Yes, he scares me.

But with all the people he had already killed, the facility will be after him.

He's starting to worry me.