Unseen Trauma

Hey, you know I exist. Why don't you like for me to be revealed?

Because people don't like you. They don't like me either. They don't like "us".

We don't even cause harm to them, but they misunderstand us.

I wonder why.

That was the usual conversation in which "we" always had. Except that day.

 

A week earlier...

 

"Damn, I can't find a job these days because I have such a terrible reputation with them." I sighed as I walked down the street. "Someone will hire me soon, I just know it." I continued conforting myself until I got to a "lost, reward" sign. I stared at the sign, wondering how the person might have felt while writing it. I looked closely and I saw tear drops faintly on the sign. I silently cry, knowing no one would see me anyways, they can't. I wiped my tears and took the sign with me. That sign was for a lost child who got lost after a car wreak and they haven't found her.

 

I walked around the city, yelling the young child's name and that child's memories came to me. I saw how her family members were joking around in their van, enjoying all that life could give them, but a driver in front of them stopped so suddenly, that the car flipped and tumbled several times exhaustively, killing most of the passengers, except two. The girl and her aunt. The girl got out of the car, traumatized, cut, with glass pieces in her skin, bursted out crying.

 

"Mom!"  Weeping and screeching as hard as her little face could. "Dad! Family!"

The car exploded just as the aunt came out of the car, throwing her to the ground, leaving her unconcious for a while. The girl, seeing that most of her family was in flames, ran for her life, romping her way to the city.

 

As I saw these images flowing through my mind, my heart sunk so low and became so heavy that I couldn't stand, I weeped as hard as I could to lighten up the load of the girl's heart. 

 

"They are all gone." I wiped the tears off my face and continued looking. As I continued searching, I bumped into a young female with books.

 

"I am so sorry, Miss!" I panicked, I never have bumped into a human and knocked over their things without being seen!!

"No, it's fine!" She panted nervously."I wasn't looking where I was going! Um, this may sound strange, but what it your name?" I was shocked. I had never been asked that so kindly!

"Ah, um, it's fine. Um, my name is Dusyek." I stammered and blushed.

"Your name is so unique and perfect for you, because I've never seen a boy with those kind of eyes! They're beautiful!" She praised me."Um, thanks." I grinned as I picked up her books. "Here, now you should watch where you are going or don't carry so many books next time."

"I will remember that." She smirked."Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome, young female." She laughed when I said that.

 

We said are goodbyes and walked our own ways. I got to the cross-walk in front of her when I saw the girl on the lost sign.

"Hey! Come here!" I ran across the street when an eighteen-wheeler was coming at highway speed. I knew that an eighteen-wheeler couldn't do anything to me as long as I wasn't visible, but the young woman I bumped into shoved me off my feet, slamming me onto the cement, losing the girl from sight.

"Don't run into the street like a mad man!" She puffed and wiped herself.

"Um, aren't you forgetting something important to you?"

"MY BOOKS!" They were in shreds."Well, you're okay, so I'm fine."

"But, how could you jump that far just to save me?" I asked flustered."Because only non-humans can do that."

"What do you-"

"ABIGAIL! What are you doing?! What were you thinking jumping into the street like that for nothing?!?" Another young woman yelled at her.

"I didn't jump for nothing! I was saving someone!"

"I didn't see anyone."

"What do you mean? He's right here." She turned around, but I was gone. "He was here a second ago."

"Come now, let's take you to the hospital, you must have brain trauma or I hope not." I stood at the top of the building, smirking.

 

Abigial, I'm gonna have to remember to look for her at the hospital. 

 

Who are you?

 That girl saved my stupid life, well, I wasn't gonna die anyways. I mean, I have been existing for centuries, but that doesn't mean I'm immortal. Well, I'm just a hybrid spirit.

 

It was nine o'clock when I was listening to her parents conversate about today's "trauma".

 

"What the hell were you thinking in jumping into the street like that? The trailer could have killed you!" Her mother screamed.

"I don't care if I died there, I was saving a friend of mine!" She hollered. "A very nice friend! I just met him!"

"You had just met him? And you called "him" your friend?!?"

"Yes! And I don't care what you guys think and say about him, he is a friend!"

 

Those word resonated in my mind and heart. No human has ever said that about me, like the hell! You just met me and you sound like you know my history!

 

I sat there waiting at the window for them to stop conversing about what happened today. It was ten thirty when they, her parents, walked off to their house. I peeked through the window, and saw her wiping her tears from her cheeks.

 

"You okay, Abigail?" I nervously said.

"Oh, Dusyek!" She smiled. "Yeah, I'm ok. I mean, my parents kinda hate me right now, so it's nice to have your accompaniment."

"You just met me today, how can you call me a friend?" I asked curiously, with all of my respect.

"Ah, Dusyek, it's just that I already like your personality and most dudes these days are jerks. Not you." She humbly replied. "You are gentleman-like and have a positive, humorous, and charismatic attitude."

"Well, I guess so, but it's because when I was born, or created like that."

"Created?" Flusteredly replied."What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I'm not all human. I'm part spirit."

"What? Spirit? Like of a dead person?" She asked flustered.

"No!" I giggled loudly."I'm a living spirit, not a ghost!"

"Oh! Then, are you like an animal spirit? Or something like that?"

"Yeah, something like that." I contemplated her.

"So, how old are you?"

"Uhh, like years or centuries?"

"Yeah."

"About 6,500 years old."

"REALLY?!" She screached extremely loud, that you could hear it all the way down the hall.

"YES?!?" I yelled back, echoing down the hall.

"Damn! You're really old! How have you maintained the same age all throughout the centuries?"

"It's just how spirits are." I told her sincerely."By the way, how could you jump that far? I mean, that was like a twenty-foot leap you gave just to shove my ass off the street!"

"What do you mean?" She said sarcastically.

"No, tell me the truth! Are you a spirit?"

"No, I'm not!" She giggled back."I'm a gymnast."

"Oh, ok." I akwardly stared at her and asked, "What's that?"

"You've been living for so long, but you don't know what a gymnast is?"

"Yes m'a'am, you're correct." She sighed.

"Ok, gymnastics is a sport, if you know what that is."

"Of course I do." I said respectfully.

"Ok. So, what do you do for a living?"

"What do you mean by that phrase?" I wondered, for I was not modern.

"Um, it means how do you work?"

"Ah, I see. Well, um, I don't work."

"WHAT?" She yelled intensely. "What do you live with? Do you even have a house?!" 

"Uh, no. Unless you call a cave or church one."

"OH MY LORD!"

"Sorry! It's not my fault I wasn't educated nor raised as a human." She sighed. "I guess I'm helpless. But I'm not excepted by humans because they think I'm joking with my age or they get scared and think I'm a vampire."

"What? Why?" She asked flustered. "You look pretty human. Except for the fiery red hair and harlequin green eyes."

"No, my eyes and hair change color." I showed her my opening and closing my eyes. My hair became starry and black as the night sky, and my eyes became a cyan-teal color.

"Whoa!" She stood in shock. "Can you always do that?"

"Yes." I said dully, wanting to be sarcastic for once. She stood up in pride. I gazed at her, wondering what she was going to say.

"I'm going to get you a job!"

"THE HELL?"

 

 

 

 

The hell?

 "What?!" My jaw dropped. "A job?"

"Yeah, it's a gift to you." She grinned at my response. "You've been alive and have had no conforts. I'ma give you some with a job. You said you've always been rejected." She got close to my face.

"I will never turn my back on you, no matter what you are." 

I blushed and turned my face in embarrassment. 

"Stop sweet talking. I get your point." She giggled.

"Ok. I see." I sat down and buried my face in my hands.

"What do you do in a job?" I asked with doubt and regret for running towards that kid.

"You do different types of work depending on the job." I peeked  through my hands and saw her eyes light up with with wonder. I lifted my face up. "How have you lived for so long?"

"Um, I honestly don't know. I mean, I'm not immortal." I pondered to myself. "How have I?"

"You don't know? Do you not remember? I mean, so many memories hidden in your brain for those mileniums." Suddenly, all of my life flashed before my eyes. I saw so many dark memories and mysteries that I did not remember and did not want to remember.

"Duysek?" I didn't respond. I was stuck in the somber past of hell I called "life."

"DUYSEK?!" I passed out into the darkness. 

  

~Abigail POV~

 

What the hell?! He passed out that quickly just by thinking? This guy has lived so long, yet can't survive his memory!

 I lifted his head to perform CPR, but then I heard a shriek down the hall. I dashed down the hall to see that someone had just died. I looked around the room, to be horrified by the murderous scene of death. 

 

~Duysek POV~

 

I saw all the past but then I saw that Abigail had walked into a homicide scene with the demon behind a curtain.

"Shit! Get out of there!" I forced myself out of the darkness and ran down the hallway. Abigail was frozen soild with fear, because she saw the demon.

"Wh-what the h-hell is that?!" Abigail shrieked, gripping me and holding me tight to her. I faced her and said:

"Abigail, walk out of the room slowly and run away."

"No, I'm not leaving you here with that!" She said crying. "What is it anyways?"

"It's a demon and it won't leave this room unless I kill it."

"WHAT?!"

"I'm gonna kill the bastard."

"WHY?"

"It's gonna kill everyone in this hospital if I don't." 

"Can I be nearby just in case?" She pouted so much I couldn't say no.

"Fine. Just under a protected area, like a table." I blushed and looked at the demon, regaining focus. She had ran down the hallway to grab a table and watch.

"Hey, bastard." The demon stared at me. "What is your ass doing in my territory?" I took off my shirt, leaving the undershirt. It cocked its head and hissed.

"Sure, this is your territory. But now it's mine due to your absence." The demon grinned as he hissed those words. "Plus, you're nothing. Just a simple human spirit which is a shitty existence." He cackled.

"Wrong, I'm not a human spirit. I'm human and a seraphim." I smirked. "Your point was?" It snarled.

"I will kill you."

"Sure. See me trembling." Sarcastically.

"Don't get cocky. You are not a fighting form of angel." He giggled. "You're the type that needs to stay in heaven 'cause you too weak."

 "And you're the one who needs to stay in hell to learn to fight."

 

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Lektorat: SATOSHI
Übersetzung: SATOSHI
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 03.10.2016

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