Do You Trust Me?
Written By Arlene
You cover your mouth as you realize what you just did. Your hands start to tremble when you see blood from his left chest. He looks at you in the eye. Then with a straight face, he pulls the knife from his chest.
That little sound that escaped from his lips confuses you. Slowly, you walk towards him, staring at his left chest. You swear you saw his chest covered in blood, but now, it looks like he never got stabbed by a knife at all.
Things just get weirder and weirder every single day for you since the “incident”. You never tell about that day to everyone, even to your own family. One day you are just an ordinary girl heading back from school, the next day you posess the ability to pull out sharp things from thin air. You regretted going down the dark alley that day. Maybe if you didn’t meet that strange man, you would never got this terrifying power. Maybe you would never stab your own best friend in the chest.
“What do you mean ‘ouch’? And what happened with the blood? I- I swear I saw you bleeding!”
You touch his left chest very carefully, afraid that if you put more pressure, he’ll feel pain. His chest should be bleeding and wounded, but instead, you only feel his smooth, tender skin against your palm. You look up at his eyes, searching for any fear or anger in them. But you don’t see any of that. You see him staring back at you, calmness pools in his eyes. “What is going on?”
You stand in silence for quite some time. Then, he places his palm on your cheek, caressing it gently. “I know you’re confused right now. Don’t let negative thoughts cloud your mind. It will only make you lose control of yourself.”
“You don’t know what I’m going through.” you look down, hiding the tears that escaped from her eyes. “I can’t.”
“Look at me, beautiful.” he tilts your chin up with a finger, then wipes the tears that stained your cheeks. “I know what you’re going through. I know how you feel. I, too, was in your place. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know who should I tell without them thinking I’m a crazy man. But you have me. I will be here for you every step of the way. I promise.”
Before you can even respond, he offers his hand for you to hold. “Do you trust me?” he chuckles. “Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me. You already stabbed me, and I’m still here, right?”
He knows how to lighten up the mood. He always knows. With a little smile on your face, you reach out to hold his hand. Holding hands is a normal thing for both of you, but holding his hand now, it feels different. It feels like your hand fits perfectly in his. Brushing the feelings aside, you look up again at him and nod.
“Good. Now, let’s head back to my apartment, shall we? I’m sure you have questions to ask.”
Hand in hand, he starts to walk with you towards his apartment. You appreciate how he doesn’t break the comfortable silence as you still don’t have the gut to speak.
“I will always trust you. Always.” you whisper to yourself, clearly oblivious that he is now smiling from ear to ear.
Little did you know, he is able to hear his pretty girl’s little voice that he adores very much.