Kimber by Sarah Denier Read Free Book Online

is distorted and blurred. Knowing all too well what it
is, I try to focus my eyes. This can’t be , I assure myself. I ease
Luke’s hands out from behind my neck and start walking toward the double doors
that lead to outside.
    “Kimber,
what is it?”
    “I
don’t know. I just need to check something.” I push the doors open.
    Instantly
I am blinded by the brightness of the sun. I cuff my hands over my eyes. By the
railing the figure stands. Looking, taunting me over to where it is. I take a
shaky step forward.
    “Kimber,
let’s go back inside.”
    “Don’t
you see it?”
    “What
am I looking for?”
     “That,
there.”
    “Kimber.”
Luke calls but I’m too focused to listen.
    I
get within forty or so feet of the figure before I feel the warnings. It’s like
I’m being pushed against without any real physical force. I take another step
forward. Suddenly the figure flickers in and out. I stop and the onset of
piercing pain enters my head. I can feel Luke grabbing at me but I cannot move
on my own. I feel the figure’s presence as though it is within me. I hear its
incoherent whispers and feel the way its words soothe the pain and accelerate
my heartbeat. I look up to find the figure’s form already evaporating. A crowd
of picture taking tourists block my last look before it is gone. And just like that
something inside me cracks.

Chapter Five
     
     
    I
CAN’T MAKE sense of what has happened. I cannot deny the way it felt to have
whoever or whatever it was within me. It felt familiar, like, home. Whether or
not my dam of sanity has sprung a leak, I need to see the figure again. In my
own personal darkness this figure of a person feels like a lifeline.
    Utter
embarrassment has me choking back tears as I realize several people are gawking
at me half laying on the ground. Even Luke looks at me with cautioned eyes. I
find the courage to stand and brush myself off.
    “Forgot
my meds?” I try to laugh it off in a dry attempt but instead I know I look
extremely lame. 
    “Let’s
get outta here.” Luke says caressing my back with his hand. It makes me feel
like a child being soothed.
    “Yeah.”
I walk ahead, far to mortified to look him in the eye.
    After
an uncomfortable and awkward ride in the elevator, we reach the ground floor.
Luke hands over his valet ticket and as we stand beside each other, I know I
have to make this better. This afternoon was obviously important to Luke and
our newfound relationship and my little episode ruined it
    “I
know you must have a million questions right now but I don’t have an answer. I
can’t explain what happened up there.” I could be slightly crazy. “I’m
just really stressed and I’m sorry for ruining today.”
    “You
really freaked me out Kimber. First, you say you’re seeing somethin’ then
you’re on the ground and mutterin’ somethin’ ‘bout a choice and how you’re
leavin’. What the hell happened?”
    “No.
Wait. What?” I distinctly remember it being the figure who spoke to me.
    “I
don’t know, you could’ve said anythin’ right then, I just know you were in a
reverie or somethin’.”
    Is
it possible to be possessed and while in the act of possession feel as though
you are you and not acting as someone or something else? Or think you’re
in reality when really you’re not? I wish I had paid more attention to Robin
when she babbled on for weeks about her old haunted house and possessed dog. I
know she’d have answers.
     “I’m
really sorry Luke. I think I’m just over tired and stressed.” It is not exactly
a lie.
    “Look,
just don’t think you can’t talk to me. I know everything is still a little rough
for you. And don’t worry, if you feel like you need to talk to someone, a
shrink or somethin’, no ones gonna judge you.”
    “Thanks
Luke. But I think with some rest I’ll be ok. I don’t need a shrink.”
     “Well,
since you’ve only been mine for about ten minutes and I’d like to keep you in
one piece, let’s