Whispers
Devina’s POV
The sky has been watching me lately.
It sounds crazy, I know.
But I can feel it in the way the clouds hang over our heads.
In the way the moon lights up through my bedroom window, as if it’s waiting for me to look up and remember something important, life changing.
I’ve always noticed things other people don’t.
Not just the obvious stuff like Max biting the inside of his cheek when he lies, or the way my mother hums in the kitchen when she’s anxious. Im talking about the things no person could describe. Call it an unnatural phenomenon.
How the air feels different on certain nights.
Heavier. Thicker. Almost electric.
I love the idea that the world is just full of secrets just waiting to combust and spill out.
Lately, I’ve been waking up at 3:33 a.m. every night. Like clock work. I’ll sit up in bed, chest tight, fingers tingling, heart pounding,and for a second, I know something or better yet, SOMEONE ,is in the room with me. Watching me,taking notes,studying my every breath and movement.
When I flip the light switch on the night stand, I find only myself. Me, the shadows and the silence that fills the room. Its usually a whole lot harder to go back to sleep after that.
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Max picked me up for college this morning, like he does every Monday and Thursday. I spend weekends and every other Wednesday evening at home.The rest of the week is spent at the dorms.
Max likes to joke about how I need to stop eating Lucky Charms. He says I'll eat General Mills out of business.As if I could do that.
Could I?
On our way to college his eyes kept wondering to the side of the road, as if expecting a large animal to leap out of the woods onto the hood of the car. He was acting really dubious and mysterious today.I wanted to ask what was going on in that pretty little head of his. But figured it was best to let it go. I tend to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But I could tell this much. He was hiding something! And we usually tell each other everything.
As we drove by the creepy old church ruins on the edge of town.The very same one nobody ever spoke of or what really happened there years ago. It had an eldritch feel to it,cold,sinister almost.
My palms would start to sweat and my fingers would start to tingle when we drove by. The kind of electric static feeling that makes your skin crawl and your stomach turn. Max didn’t say a word, but his hands were white as he clutched on to the wheel. Looks like someone has chosen to make it a home,he said. Who on earth would live in such a place? No one I know he replied.
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At school, everything felt... different.What is it about this day that has me so on edge?People carried on about their day, chatting and mingling with one another, like one usually does on any other day.Friendly, warm, and casual. I couldn’t focus on my work, conversations drowning out,lessons leaving my head before anything could really sink in.
Everything felt off, so I made my way to the wash room. Figured if I splash my face with some cold water, I might feel better.Tied my hair up in a slick ponytail and put on some gloss. Gees, why am I so pale? It looks like you've seen a ghost, I thought out loud.Pinching my cheeks just to get some colour in them. Moving in closer to the mirror ,I yelped !! If I didnt know any better, I'd swear,I just had my reflection wink at me.
I MUST BE LOSING MY MIND!
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I decided to spend the night at home, I wouldn't usually prompt for more days at home. I like my dorm, decorated by none other than my very gayer than gay, best friend ,Max. But I was a little on edge after the whole wink incident and chose to spend my time here...at home...where I'm safe from the monsters hiding under the bed, so to speak.
Max decides to join me, which I welcome with open arms. Grateful that I don't have to be alone with my reflection tonight. I offer to have him sleep in my bed with me,but he is insistent that I hog the covers,I disagree ofcourse .I tell him ill bring the mattress down from the attic, but he will have to pump it up.I make my way up to the attic. Scratching around, I should really declutter up here, I can't find a thing , I mumble to no one in particular. I come across an old shoebox, it has my name on it and date of birth. Thats strange,how have I never seen this? That's my dad’s handwriting. I open the box, find some pictures of me and a silver pendant. Its so beautiful, holding it in my hand I feel that it belongs to me, an energy pulling me in,its mesmerising. Pulling my attention away from the pendant .I proceed to go through the contents in he box, going through the photos and one in particular, draws my attention.
A younger looking me standing in a field. Im roughly five maybe six, wearing the same silver pendant I hold in my hand,the same pendant I have literally never seen, until now. Two blurry figures standing behind me. They are definitely not my adoptive parents. Not anyone I recognize. Who are these people? Why do the clouds above me in the picture,look so strange? Dark, almost low ,as if it were descending down on us. I don’t remember that day.
But the girl in the picture, undoubtedly me, but not me ,at all...
My younger self, but she looks different, almost celestial, angelic, maybe even demonic if you look a little closer. As though she belonged to something not of this world.
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“Do you know who you are yet, little one?”
The voice from my dream echoed again, his eyes were unmistakable, the same eyes as every dream I have ever had after my tenth birthday. When I close my eyes, I see them looking back at me. Black and mysterious, but not the type of black you'd expect from a pit of emptiness.They were like a galaxy, filled with stars and brilliant colour's of blue, purple, and silver.
I woke up drenched. Looking up at the ceiling. Let me guess? 3:33am?
figured I was up, might as well take a "ass burning" kind of shower and get ready for the day. Max grunting when I switch on the bathroom light ,pulling the covers over his head. I roll my eyes. Such a drama queen.
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With my 21st birthday just two days away. Max wants to know if I would like a party, or a roadtrip, what cake I would like, shots? I say YES to all of it. He thinks I'm kidding. I'm as serious as a heart attack.
But ,other than excitement, I feel uneasy... A feeling I find almost impossible to describe. As if the ground beneath me is shifting, my world morphing into a huge whirl pool of devastation. I’m standing at the edge of this endless pit ,ready to leap into my own demise.
And the scariest part?
I think I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.
My soul has always known this world isn’t all there is.
My destiny written out in a novel.The book bound ,wrapped in leather and ready to be opened. Title "Devina has a great purpose"
“Everything will unveil itself when the agathokakos princess remembers.”
I cant remember where I heard that, perhaps a book, maybe a dream?
