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Last Encounter

15. My character gone insane and is after yours.

She used to be so happy, mischievous, and carefree; just her old normal self. And as she lay on the cold floor with messy hair and dark circles under her arms, the realization came over her again as she wallowed in misery, sobbing silently.

               I’m insane.

Kaitlyn was 12 when it all began. The hallucinations, the dreams, the voices. All because of her mother’s death which awakened her dark and dangerous side. She was declared psychologically disturbed.

Just weeks ago, it all returned. The dreams, the events, the episodes, everything. And that was when she couldn’t take it any longer. It was all to much to bear and to remember. And after sleepless nights and skull-splitting screams, she had gone mad.

              She had lost her sanity.

Then the brunette began to do something very odd and scary to some. She chased down her relatives, her friends, old classmates, and other similar people in general. Just so she could say sorry. 

               “I’m sorry!”

They tried to understand me but they can’t and they never will. Nobody can save me!

Most of those she chased down just stood silent and still, unable to move a muscle. Others ran in fear though how sorry they felt for her. But at least she said it even though she no longer knew what she was doing sometimes.

              Was she still even in control?

At this point, she was going through a mental list of people she knew, people she had met. Half of it was already done. She ran over it again when a single name stood out, one that she’d never really forget. 

               Damien.

Wiping the tears away, Kaitlyn stood up from the floor and began to limp towards the door. She needed to find him. She won’t rest until she completed the list even though she was incredibly weak and tired already.

As she walked out of the place, a dark and starry night greeted her. Was it that late already? The brunette then suddenly remembered all those nights when she really appreciated the night sky. But now, the sight did her no good; instead it gave her a headache. She winced but knowing she had to move on; Damien was the only thought consoling her at the moment.

What was actually just a 10-minute walk seemed liked an hour to the girl. I have to, I have to, I have to because I have to. Instantly, she collapsed once she reached the alley near the bar with her legs feeling numb. If she was to see him, she’d have to wait.

As the hour slowly passed, she began to grow restless. The ticking of her watch reminded her of a bomb and it only worsened her condition. Glancing ahead, her brown orbs managed to find the spot where she was saved by the demon before a stranger could do God-knows-what to her. She held her head; the thought calmed her despite the silence haunting her.

Soon, she felt a change in the atmosphere only to notice people starting to leave the bar. She checked her watch and noticed it was almost midnight. Sighing, she warily watched the people pass by her, some glaring at her while others just laughed. Nobody had any intention to go near her. 

A few more hours of sighing, tossing, and restlessness before she lifted her head to the side, again, only to see a familiar blond pass by. Damien.

Her senses stirred, a part of her shouting Get up, get up! with another Stay! But Kaitlyn knew exactly what to do so she shook the voice off and stumbled after him. “Damien!”

Finally, the male’s head turned to be terribly surprised by the sight of the girl running towards him. It could have seemed normal to him, was it not for the crazed look in her eyes while she ran towards him. Something was definitely wrong.

He looked around, unsure of what to do: to stay put or to run as well. This was not Kaitlyn. She wasn’t like this. If something, she should be walking away from him after a squabble. Damien was confused, most especially after he realized that she didn’t look normal.

When the brunette finally reached the spot in front of him, she didn’t even stop to catch her breathe even though her legs screamed out in pain and exhaustion. Instead, she shoved him against the wall. “Man, what the-!”

“You listen to me! I’ve been after you for days!” she lied, hoping it’d silence him. And it did, but he couldn’t help but notice that her face was dirty in different places and that she had dark circles under her eyes. What more, the sane look in her eyes were gone. Damien knew that she was crazy, but not as crazy as this.

“Christ, just look at me!” she demanded, keeping her hands on his shoulders even though he was trying to pry them off. “Dude, ya should go home! Are ya on drugs or somethin’?”

And with that, tears began to fall down her cheeks though her hard gaze remained at him. Once again, the blond was surprised. But moreover, her was confused a lot. What was happening? 

Then slowly, he removed her fingers off his shoulders. Even her grip made him wince a bit when she had shoved him. Once her hands were off him, Kaitlyn slowly backed away, her gaze still at him though it was now mixed with melancholy. What the hell?

              "Look, Damien. I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry for everything!“

She no spoke no further. This would be the last time they’d meet each other, she knew it. Unless he’d chase her down like she did which would never happen. A moment of silence between them with neither speaking; it was all just stares and heavy breathing.

Then Kaitlyn turned and ran. She ran away from him, away from this place, away from everyone she cared about. Her encounters with him might have not been pleasant and maybe they fought and maybe he had burned her, but she had saved him after all. She also kind of saved him before, dragging him all that way to the mansion to care for him for a while.

She’d pay him back any good he did to her by staying away. She was no longer sane and she knew how dangerous she could be now. God knows what she could to herself and people she cared about. It was the least she could do.