54|Make Me

~Kai~

I drew incoherent figures on her forearm; her skin was silk under my calloused thumb. The night drifted at a snail’s pace, my thoughts juggled back and forth on what had been, the present, and what will be.

The mansion's guest rooms were identical. A queen-size bed, its headboard thrust on the wall, a sliding door opening to a balcony across it. I hadn’t left Benny’s side, not for the lack of trying, but every time I’d stand to close the sliding door, her hand suspended over my torso would tighten, and she’d whimper, ‘don’t leave me.’

She drawled the words like a helpless child calling to her mother at night, afraid of the monsters lurking under her bed. Though she knew it wasn’t her mom holding her. In my last attempt to disentangle myself from her vice hold, she called my name, effectively keeping me from trying again.

Fear was a human’s natural response to danger, threat, and pain. I’ve met a handful of people who feared nothing, not even death. But they weren’t born that way