The One Thousand Days

Chapters 16. First Full

My fingers are still squeezing a gaping wound on the top of my arm. The rancid smell of blood and sweat floated in the air. A smell that makes my nose tight and causes dizziness in the head. The young man is looking at me now. The blood-stained scissors were still on his hands. Now I'm instead looking at that sharp object, hoping he'll drop it. His eye bead now shone full of search. Black color that still remains sharp but feels different. Not cold, not cruelty, not love. A kind of curiosity or curiosity radiated there. Maybe it's just my feeling, I don't know.

I took a slow breath while trying to find a way to escape. The sharp weapon was still in his grasp it made me unsettled. He could throw that thing into my body at any time. For now I am not at all safe from danger.

“Enza,” said again. His voice sounded hoarse.

Not Geral. The way he said my name. The sound is foreign and different. But how do you know my name?

“Who are you?” ask me finally because honestly I did not find another sentence to respond.

The young man did not answer. His lips were pulled upwards forming a thin smile. A smile that even made me shudder in horror. Because of that\-way, I moved backwards as the young man approached. One thing I can assure you, he's not Geral. This young man is someone else.

My eyes scanned alternately between his neck and his hands that were still clutching the bloody scissors. The black necklace still hung weakly on the young man's neck and had not been completely detached. I glanced at the moonlight shining from behind the window. Full moon. Today not even until the third full moon, the soul of the owner of the body should return. If not the owner of the body itself then who is in there? I think something is wrong is happening.

“You're hurt,” he said again tore through everything I thought.

“No,” I lied while squeezing a still gaping wound in my arm.

I don't want to look weak by admitting that my hands are hurting right now. As much as possible cover it. His hand was stretched out as I reached the wall. Breathing roared out from both of my nostrils. The pain was still biting while my hand squeezing the wound started to feel sticky. Maybe the blood started flowing out. If that happens then this strong fake\-preture action will be over soon.

“Your arm is bleeding!” he said again while moving closer.

“Do not touch me!” hardikku.

“I just want to help you,” he said again.

I'm staring. The young man's expression looked concerned. Could it be that this young man is not as bad as I thought? I'm still trying to find a falsehood of\-fee on his face that might have escaped observation. Niente. There's nothing I get. However, if he's not evil, why didn't he answer when I asked him about his identity?

“Enza!” his voice sounded again.

“You just keep calling my name. Who are you?”

“What is important?” he said back asking.

“Important!” I said.

“More important where is the wound on your arm or my identity?”

The young man shrugged his shoulders. I followed the direction of his eyes and glanced at my arms. Now the concentrated blood began to infiltrate between my fingers squeezing the wound. He's right, my arm is probably more to worry about than his name.

“Let me help you!” her door.

The young man then extended his hand. I shuffled backwards as the bloody scissors also churned. His face shriveled as if he was aware of my fear. He put the scissors on the floor and pushed them under the bed. The young man raised his hand as if he wanted to show that he was harmless. I gulped, the fear still lingering. However, the wound that still feels biting seems to blur the fabric of logic in the head. My head's nodding.

My hand grabbed the medicine box that was sandwiched between the make\-up kits and then placed it on the floor. Right in front of the young man. I haven't been able to get the box back to where it was after Geral was bitten by a dog a few nights ago. The young man pulled my hand. I frowned as his hand touched the gaping wound behind the torn shirt. Fresh blood is still on.

“Uggghh!”

A stifled voice came out from my throat as he tore the shirt still tightly against the wound. The smell of the alcohol liquid burst out as he rubbed the liquid into my arm. I'm staring. At this close distance, he looked different. Black hair dangling covered his forehead while his eyes bowed observing.

“Where do you know my name?” kataku doubt.

He tilted his head, our noses almost touching. My head jerked backwards then I lowered my head.

“I heard it,” murmured softly.

“What?”

Blood rustling. Her. He could be Geral. So the young man had heard Geral say my name all along. From his words\-word I could deduce that the young man was the true owner of that borrowed body. It could be that the young man alone knew everything and all of this was really\really bad.

I remember Alice saying that there was a phase in which Geral's soul was weakened and perhaps the owner of the body returned. Now it's possible that the warning given by the girl is happening. Alice also advised him not to let go of his necklace for more than three hours because Geral would not be able to find his way back to the body of the loan. Damn, now I don't know how long it's going to be after your necklace comes off.

To be honest, I was also confused because the young man was now treating my wounds. Although I know the sooner the better, but if I put the necklace forcibly will everything be fine\-all right? Besides, if I can fight his strength if he fights later, I'm just a woman. However, time kept moving and I had to act quickly before it was too late. I have to prevent my Geral from disappearing.

When I stood up. He looked up, a look of shock plastered on his face. I clenched my lips and squeezed the necklace in my hand. No doubt, this young man is no one\-who, Geral is the most important.

“What's up?” tanyakanya.

I did not reply but hurriedly pulled the necklace. Trying to force it again. He's kinkling. I'm biting my lips, it's not gonna be easy. He pulled my wrist until my body was shaken. I fell on top of the young man. For the umpteenth time, we are in a position that might make the heart beat in a normal mood. But then again, we wrestled. On the basis of importance and selfishness. I saw a shiny object under the bed, the scissors were still there. I stuck my hand out. Tried pulling. One, two, I count. Be able.

“You why?” there was confusion in his voice.

Guilt suddenly comes stabbing. He probably didn't know that I was going to lock his soul up again. Borrowing his body back without permission.

“Be quiet!” I tried to make him stop asking. I still hugged his body and then pointed the tip of the scissors to his neck, “or I will stab your neck veins.”

“You want to lock me up, heh?”

His hand grabbed my arm that was still trying to put the necklace back on. He seems to be trying to prevent me from doing so.

“He will kill you if you lock me up,” he said again.

I pressed the end of the scissors against his neck while the other hand began to hook the necklace that was barely loose. When the click sounds slow. The necklace twinkled and the bracelet in my hand sent a warm sting. I breathed a sigh of relief. Succeeds. Now I don't have to be afraid anymore.

Not long after that his body squirmed wildly. The screeches held off from my mouth when for the umpteenth time I fell. I fell to the floor and the scissors slipped out of my grasp. I immediately turned my head when a low growl sounded from the young man's mouth. He started to gasp\-megap, his breathing sounded broken\-broken. The young man was now squeezing his left chest.

“Arrrrggghhh!” the sound of pain echoed.

“Geral!” I'm moving closer.

I want to grab the young man's head and hold him. However, he moved wildly as if refusing my touch. I let it go and could only watch as his body lurched in pain on the floor. Breath hunting. His hand now moved to his neck. I pulled that hand. Prevent him from strangling himself.

“Gerals! What the hell are you doing? Stop!”

He didn't answer. His body is still convulsing. I nibbled on my lower lip while the fear started to crawl inside my mind.

“Ra–Ra–el–”

“What?”

“Na–na–ma–” her voice began to disappear shortly after her eyeballs spun.

I shuddered when I saw that eyeball turned completely white. Sounds gurgled out of his mouth along with blood spurting out. The blood splashed right on my face. Not long after that, he stopped moving. His body was like a lifeless empty body and was lying on the floor just like that.

“Gerals? You okay\-what?” i approached. Suddenly the young man's eyes opened. My heart still hit my chest hard. I'm really\-confused right now. "Geral?”

I fell silent as his face turned towards me. His lips were pulled upwards, forming a grin.  I could have sworn that his eyes were shiny, pitch-black without foundation. I flinched, the wall clock ticked twelve times.  Damnit damnit! I was late to realize that the night wasn't over. I stood up and darted towards the door just as Geral began to hiss.