Chapter 5

                                    

                                          
"Wake up"  
My mind is blank, my body is limp - all I can hear is my mother's voice. 
Mom? 
"Wake up"  
There it is again. She's calling out to me, but I can't reach her, she's too far away. Her voice is slowly starting to fade. I try to talk to her, but no words are forming in my mind. 
Where am I? Why is every thing so dark? Am I dreaming? 
Am I dead? No, I can't be. If I was, I'd be able to see her in heaven. 
Suddenly, I start feeling someone touching me. Ice cold. Freezing. 
My eyes start fluttering open slowly, still slightly out of it, like I'm half asleep. 
"M-mom?" I call out, think she will answer, but to no avail, her voice never showed. 
My eye sight starts getting better, focusing on the one thing that's in front of me - fire. I'm laying next to a fire place, with a blanket covering my body. How did I get here? Where am I? 
I sit up, looking at my surroundings. Taking in the sight, I see I'm in a house. The interior was nice and modern. There was a couch in front of me, that was close to the fireplace. Wait, that couch looks familiar. 
I'm in my house? How'd I get here? Instead of asking myself anymore questions, I get up on my feet and look around me, making sure I'm safe. 
As I start searching, I see someone approaching me from the shadows of my kitchen. It's him.
"You are awake." he says nonchalantly.
"Y-yeah." I stutter, confused as to why he's in my house. 
"Drink this." He says, handing me a mug. Grabbing the mug from his hands, I look into it. I see liquid swishing around. Suspicious as to what it is, I take a sniff. 
Pedro smirks. "Don't worry, it's just tea." 
"I knew that." I scoffed, rolling my eyes while taking a sip. The warmness of the bitterness slid down my throat, making me feel more relaxed. 
Sitting my mug down on the coffee table, i stand back up to see that Pedro is standing in front of me. I gasp in surprise. 
"Jesus!" I say clutching my chest. "Don't do that." 
As I start backing up, my mind starts wondering. Did what I remember happening last night really happen or was it all a dream? 
All I remember is those four men... attacking me and than... Pedro. 
Blood. 
I look up from my thoughts to see Pedro furrowing his eye brows, he looks confused - as he's staring at me, I notice his eyes aren't brown anymore, they look more golden. Maybe it's the lighting? But I swear I remember that happening in the diner as well. 
"I can't hear you.." he mumbles under his breath, staring into my eyes - but it's like I could hear him as if he was talking right into my ear. Weird. 
"What do you mean you can't hear me... I didn't say anything." I say. 
Pedro shakes his head in confusion. 
"It's nothing." He says changing the subject. "Are you okay now Miss?" 
I grab my mug off of the table again, taking a sip. Still holding it in my hand, holding it closer to my chest to feel the warmth. 
"Uh, yeah.." I say as I trail off, but I start to remember. He killed those people. He could do the same to me, why am I just standing here saying nothing about what happened. 
"Speak up." I hear my dead mother say. 
Sitting my coffee cup down again, I stand back up, backing away from the man who just brutally murdered people. 
"You.. you hurt those men." I say, my voice trembling. 
He shakes his head, walking towards me, but I just step back again.  
"No miss, that was just your imagination. You were in shock." He says, but I know that truth. I wasn't just imagining it. 
Raising my voice a bit, I keep my guard up. 
"There was blood. Every where. I heard you throw that man!" 
"No miss, everything is okay." 
"Quit saying no! I seen it with my own eyes. That man was like a fucking pretzel, his body was mangled!" I yell, starting to lose my temper - but I wasn't done explaining what I saw. 
"You had blood on your hands and in your mouth... why was it in your mouth?" I start getting scared as he backs me up into a corner. 
His looks me into my eyes once more, like he's trying to hypnotize me. His eyes slightly golden. 
"You saw nothing." He says through his teeth growling. 
I squint, trying to figure out what's happening. 
"What are you trying to do? Be a fucking Jedi and use the force on me to forget what I saw?" 
He frowns, furrowing his eyebrows. He's not acting as nice as he was once before. 
"Why are you not fucking listening!?" He yells in my face, pinning me in between his arms, trapping me. 
I feel him lean into me, his breath on my neck. 
He sniffs me. 
I shutter at him getting so close. Backing up away from my neck, he stairs into my eyes. 
"Who? - what are you?" He says, in a gruff voice. 
I shake my head furiously, not answering his question. Instead, I ask him the same question I did before, trying to get some answers out of him. 
"How did you do that to those men.. you are just a person." I ask. 
"I am... nothing." Is all he says. But I know deep down he's not telling the truth, I can sense it, like his soul is telling. Something is off about this man, and I'm going to find out.