Dead Body

I couldn't sleep after having that dream. My mind kept going haywire and I was sweating profusely even though the AC was on. My brain was not functioning properly and the next thing that happened was even worse.

Gerard's grip tighter around my waist and he sniffled around my neck.

"Sleep Ayla. I can hear your heart beating incredibly fast."

He could hear that? Even I could not hear my own heartbeat I could only feel it trying to break out of the ribcage.

I pursed my lips and tried to stop my heavy breathing but whenever I close my eyes, I keep seeing what happened in my dream over and over again.

"I... I want to use the restroom." I wanted to excuse myself from his grip and hope that that would reduce or stop these crazy thoughts in my head.

I knew that it would be a wrong idea for us to share a bed tonight because of that book I read. How could I not have known?

Gerard let go of my waist and I rushed to the restroom like a hyena on the loose.

Immediately I got to the restroom, I washed my face over and over again but whenever I stared at the mirror, I saw those heterochromia eyes staring back at me with the same intended gaze they had in my dream.

How can a dream feel so real?

I sighed and went back to the room when I felt like I was ready to sleep and could handle and ignore the dream.

When I got inside, he was gone. Gerard had left the room and I couldn't find any traces of him leaving. The door was not opened and I didn't even hear him leave when I was in the bathroom.

I sighed and shrugged my shoulder. I guess it was better this way. I can have the whole room to myself without thinking about weird things.

I slumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It actually didn't feel any better because now, my pillow was gone.

Immediately Gerard heard Ayla rush to the bathroom, he left the room. He didn't want her to have anymore problems with sleeping because of him so he decided to use his room instead.

Gerard's room was actually not undergoing renovation as he had just said that as an excuse to be with Ayla.

He took up the brown file that he brought along with him from Ayla's room and read through it.

They were Ayla's test results and when he read through them, his brow furrowed. It seems it's even worse than he had thought. Her condition was serious.

He walked up to the window and stared at the moon. It was half tonight and somehow, he felt like running. He took his shirt and jumped through the window.

I woke up with neck pain and a headache. This is one of the days when I didn't want to stand up from my bed but I am used to waking up early already and this is a cross I have to cope with.

This is all Gerard's fault. First, he stayed in my room and caused me to have weird dreams and then, he left without saying a word causing me to sleep without a pillow.

With a frustrated groan, I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I took my brush and brushed my teeth as I stared at the mirror but then, something caught my attention.

I stared intensely at the mirror and looked closer. I looked at my neck and found a red mark. It was like a bite mark. And immediately I thought of what it was, I widened my eyes and gasped.

Did Gerard bite me yesterday night? Could that be the reason why I had such dreams? Or could it be that that wasn't entirely a dream?

I quickly washed my mouth and my face as well to wake me up from whatever it was I was thinking.

I dashed to my room and carried a hand mirror to see it clearly. I looked closely but even though I strained my violet eyes, I still couldn't see anything there.

This was getting frustrating. Am I also daydreaming now?

A knock came from my room and I responded with a "Come in." because I was deeply engrossed in figuring out how the bite mark disappeared, I didn't see who came in and just suspected that it was one of the staff as they usually did most mornings.

"You should stare more at that mirror because one day, you'll miss having that seductive face of yours."

I instinctively turned around and saw the worse face to be seen in the morning. Wisely, I responded to Anastasia's warm greetings.

"Oh, it's you." I turned back and continued looking at the mirror which was my main focus of the day.

"You!" I could sense the anger in Anastasia's voice but I couldn't care less. She was the one who came looking for trouble and I didn't even do anything.

"You... You are so shameless, aren't you? You steal my husband and now, you have the effrontery to..." I didn't let her finish her nonsense before I gave her a piece of her medicine.

"Ms Jarek, oh, I forgot you don't bear that last name because it's mine..." I had a stern face and I didn't just stop there but decided to hit her where it hurts the most.

"Miss, I suggest you look at yourself in the mirror and find out who the real husband snatcher is. I am married to Gerard and you... You are just a third wheel and I must say this, you are too small for me to battle with." I looked her up and down mockingly as I said my words. I didn't know where this courage was coming from but one thing I know was I loved it.

All the words were just coming out of my mouth without any obstruction and I knew that this is the best way to deal with annoying people like Anastasia.

"You..."

"I suggest you learn normal etiquettes like brushing your teeth in the morning before seeking an argument. Your whole existence smells like a decayed dead body.