Текст книги "Lux"
Автор книги: Courtney Cole
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
“I don’t understand how this is happening,” I say as we race through Whitley, through the halls, through the rooms.
“No one does,” Dare says as we burst into Finn’s room. “Romani ways are mysterious. Your mother knew, though. Even though you kept changing things, she knew in the beginning, and she did try to change things by running to America. But it didn’t work. Fate had a plan.”
“I really change things?” I ask, and Finn wakes up and I hold his hand.
“At night, your mind is free,” Dare explains. “That’s what I’ve figured out so far. “You and Finn. Your minds wander in sleep, and for whatever reason, you can change things without even trying, or without knowing how. Something happened to you that night so long ago in Sabine’s room. She tried to sacrifice you, but something went wrong. It must have something to do with Cain and Abel’s blood.”
I think about this. How Finn has died several times, and each time I went to sleep wanting him back. And each time, when I woke he was there.
“We’re stuck in a loop,” Dare says and the words sound crazy, but crazy is my life and it’s the only thing that makes sense. “We’re in a loop, reliving different scenarios until the right one happens. The one where the cycle ends, and Finn is accepted as the sacrifice, because Cain’s sacrifice was rejected so long ago. Sabine can’t affect the changes,” he finishes. “Only you, or Finn. I don’t know why.”
Finn stares at us and he acts like he knows.
“You knew?” I whisper.
“I did,” he answers. “But then I thought I was crazy, because all of the déjà vu and things happened over and over, and my memories didn’t seem real.”
“Maybe we’re all crazy,” I say, and Dare shakes his head.
“No. They think we are, because it doesn’t seem plausible. But we’re not. Sabine knows the truth, but she’s been using their perceptions against us. They’re making people think that we’re sick, that we are insane. But we’re not.”
“What do we do?” I ask and the future seems bleak. “The past is a prison.”
And we’ll never break free.
“We have to stick together,” Dare says, and he’s resolute. “We’ll get this sorted. We’ll figure out what to do. Sabine needs us. We just have to control our dreams. That’s how we spin out of the moment and into another.”
“But how can we control dreams?” Finn asks doubtfully.
It’s an excellent question.
“We’ll have to figure it out,” Dare says, and he’s tired. “My mother died, and I don’t agree with Sabine that it was a mistake. I think things happen for a reason and if we try and change it, that is the mistake.”
I agree.
Dreams aren’t real. They’re only real if we make them that way.
“I need to talk to you,” I tell Dare, and he knows what I need to say. He’s hesitant but he walks with me through the gardens, away from the house, away from people who can hear us.
“You betrayed me,” I tell him and my whisper is broken with sadness.
“I tried to tell you,” he says sadly, and I know I know I know when it was. The night my mother was killed, one of the many times I re-lived that moment. “You tried to tell me, but we spun. It changed.”
Dare nods and his eyes glisten and my heart breaks.
“I love you, Calla. I couldn’t bear to lose you. I thought it was hopeless. Sabine let me believe that it had to be you or Finn, and she convinced me that Finn was already lost. He was supposed to die when he was small.”
He was, I know that’s true. “But I can’t live without him,” I manage to utter, and my words are hot, my eyes are hot.
Dare nods. “I know that now. I know.”
My heart freezes in pain, frozen at the mere thought.
“I’ll die without Finn, Dare.”
“I know. I’ll sacrifice myself. Perhaps that will work.”
“No,” I almost scream, because the panic the panic the panic. “No. I can’t lose you, and they say it has to be Finn. So your sacrifice would be for nothing, just like your mother’s. There has to be another way. I’ll change it in my dreams. We’ll do something.”
“I don’t think that will work,” he says doubtfully. “It’s going to take a sacrifice from Cain’s blood to finally make this stop. You’re not of Cain. You’re of Abel.”
“Please promise me,” I beg, clutching at his shirt. “It won’t be you. It won’t be Finn. We won’t give up.”
He’s wordless as we enter the secret garden,
Our place.
The angels stare at us with empty eyes, and I sag into Dare.
He’s so warm,
So strong, so strong,
So real.
“Is this really happening?” I ask him. “Because sometimes, I can’t tell the difference.”
He tilts my head back with his thumb, lifting my face to the sky. His eyes claim me, stroke me, ignite me.
I fold into his palms,
And he holds me up.
“I’m real,” he says into my hair. “You’re real.”
We’re standing in the moonlight,
There’s no reason to be afraid.
Right?
Dare kisses me and his lips are sunlight. He touches me and his fingers are the moon. It’s night somewhere, and by night we are free.
We come together like the stars,
Beneath the shelter of the gazebo.
Away from sight,
Away from everything.
Just us.
Our skin is hot,
Our mouths are needy.
We are alone.
But for the godforsaken angels.
“The angels scare me,” I whisper to Dare, and I clutch him close.
He holds me tight.
“I know,” he says. “Why is that?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, and it’s the truth. “Maybe it’s their eyes. They see me.”
“I see you,” he reminds me, and his eyes are black.
Black, black,
Black as night.
“Will you always?” I murmur, and his neck tastes like salt. My fingers find his LIVE FREE.
“Yes,” he promises.
“Repromissionem,” I tell him. “It’s Latin.”
“I know.”
That night, I sleep in my room and Finn sleeps with me.
“Have I died in your memories?” he asks me suddenly, just when I’m slipping into sleep. I’m hesitant, but I nod.
“Yeah.”
“More than once?”
“Yeah. How about me… in your memories, I mean?”
He shakes his head. “No. You lost your mind a few times, but you never died. You were sick once, and Dare was sick once. Something was wrong with your heart, but then I gave it to Dare in my dream. Then he was sick… but then it changed again. I don’t know how, but I saved you once. I’ll save you again.”
Save me, and I’ll save you.
“You lost your mind in my memories, too,” I tell him, and I think we must’ve passed the madness back and forth, taking it from each other, over and over. Because we never want each other to suffer. We’re twins. We’re closer than the very closest thing on earth.
“Calla,” Finn starts to say and I want to interrupt him because I think I know what he’s going to say. “What you said earlier, about not changing things… you were right.”
My heart sinks.
“And you changed things for me. I was supposed to die already.”
“You fell, in kindergarten. From the climbing rope at school,” I tell him. “How is that something that should be meant to be?”
He shrugs. “It just is. And I think changing it and changing it and changing it is just banging your head against a rock.”
“You’re not going to die, Finn,” I instruct him, and he laughs without humor.
“I’m not sure it’s up to us,” he answers. “Not in the end. I’m meant to save you, Calla. I feel it in my bones.”
I don’t know if he’s right. All I know is that I can’t live without him. I fall asleep holding his hand. In the morning, Dare is sitting in the room, waiting for us to wake up.
My eyes are groggy as I stare at him, and the things from yesterday come back to me, and I sit straight up.
“Did anything change while we slept?” I ask him quickly, and he doesn’t know.
“All I know is that we’re going to Oregon,” he tells us. “I called your father and we’re leaving on the next flight.”
Finn and I pack because going home seems reasonable, because Whitley is filled with secrets and danger and because Sabine is here.
When we leave, when we drive away, I look over my shoulder and I swear I see the curtains move from a small room upstairs. Someone is watching us go, and the hair raises on my neck, because Sabine isn’t trying very hard to keep us from going… it’s almost as if she wants us to.
Dare drives, and I’m beside him and he grasps my hand.
“It’ll be ok,” he promises me. “Just stay awake. Stay awake for now, until we figure out what to do. Don’t dream.” Finn agrees from the backseat and we drive away away away away from Whitley. We drive to the airport, and we fly home, and when we get home, it’s night and we drive to the funeral home through the rain.
If we can just get there, it will be ok. I feel it in my heart, in my bones, in my soul. The tires crunch on the road, and the lightning lights up the sky, and cliffs are jagged and real. I’m so exhausted and my eyelids are heavy, but if I close them if I close them if I close them… I do. They’re too heavy to resist and the hooded boy is outside my window.
He’s next to the car window and he moves with us and his lips are moving and I hear his whisper.
“Go
to
sleep.”
His fingers are on the glass and I touch them because I can’t help it, and I feel my energy slip slip slipping away, and I can’t resist it and I drift away in sleep.
I think I’m only asleep for moments, but it might be years. I don’t know anymore.
But
When
I
Wake,
the road is humming beneath us and we are at a fork, and instead of turning left, Dare turns right, and the tires shriek in the rain.
There’s a fork in the road and even though I see it, I can’t avoid it.
One road goes left, one goes right, and neither of them ends well.
I feel it in my bones,
In my bones,
In my hollow reed bones.
“Why are we going this way?” I ask him curiously, and I’m scared, because it’s like a magnet magnet magnet is pulling me, and I know it’s pulling him too.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, and he seems as perplexed as me. “I just feel like we have to.”
Because it’s fate.
I’m unsettled and terrified, but we drive and we climb, and the road twists and turns and the cliffs, and I know where we are.
We’ve been here before.
“You died here,” I tell Finn and my words are anxious and Dare nods.
“So did your mother,” he says uncertainly.
“This place...this place…this place,” I whisper, and I’m drawn here and it’s a magnet.
Dare is pale, he’s white, like a ghost and he’s silent, because there are no words. This moment is important, it’s relevant, and we can all feel it.
We’re pulled to it.
And we can’t turn away.
Finn takes off his medallion and he hands it to me because the car crackles with danger.
“Wear this,” he instructs and his voice is firm. “Don’t argue.” I try to give it back and he won’t take it, so I slip it over my head.
St. Michael, protect us.
The road curves and Dare sucks in his breath and I look.
His brother lowers his hood in the middle of the road, and stares at us with black eyes. Olivia Savage stands with him, her face paler than paler than pale.
“Dare… she’s not real,” I tell him. But we know that anything is possible. She’s a daughter of death, of Salome.
“This has to end,” Dare says and I don’t know who he’s speaking to. “Calla, get out of the car. Finn, you too.”
“No,” Finn says flatly, and I try to say no, but Dare is pushing me, shoving me, making me get out of the car. His mother takes a step, and the door is open and I can’t stay in the seat because Dare is stronger.
“I love you, Calla,” he tells me and his eyes are hauntingly black. “I’m going to end this. It’s going to be me.”
“Dare!” I shriek, and Finn looks at me, and I scream his name, too. “Finnnnnn!”
But Olivia steps one least step, and I know now what Dare meant so long ago when he told me he’d done a terrible thing. It was always going to lead to this, and I think he’s known all along.
“Dare, no!” I shriek and he doesn’t listen. He’s intent on ending it and I think I know how.
“Do it,” his mother whispers and I watch her lips move and I know I know I know what must be done. I know…and so does Dare.
All I can do is try to leap back into the car as Dare slams his foot onto the accelerator. Dare looks at me in alarm, and he can’t stop, he can’t put this bullet back into the gun. He grabs at me, trying to save me, trying to save me.
St. Michael protect us in battle.
We plow through Olivia and it’s like she’s mist. She fades away as we pass.
Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
I clutch the medallion and we sail over the cliff and the tires don’t touch the road and we’re airborne.
I hear Finn in the back and he loves me, and the squeal of tires and the sound of metal and the water rush rush rushing.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do though, O Prince of the heavenly hosts, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan.
My chest is ablaze, it’s got a heavy heavy weight and I can’t take the pain.
I’m falling,
Falling,
Falling,
And the water is cold,
The sand is damp.
And I’m broken,
I’m broken,
I’m broken.
Dare is with me, and there’s blood all over his shirt.
“Are you ok?” he asks quickly, and his hands are on mine. “God, Calla, are you ok? Open your eyes, open your eyes.”
“Calla, be ok,” a voice urges and I can’t tell if it’s Dare or Finn.
I can’t tell
I can’t tell
I can’t tell.
“Be ok,” it instructs again and I try but the heavy heavy weight on my chest is too much and I can’t breathe and I can’t breathe. But I have to protect my brother, and if I live, Finn cannot. I release my grip and my lungs are empty and I stop.
I stop.
I stop breathing.
“You’re dying,” Dare whispers into my neck. “If you don’t wake up, you’ll be lost.”
The water slides down my cheek into my neck and a hand holds mine and blackness is here and I slip into oblivion.
Oblivion is real.
That much I know.
It’s warm and comforting like a blanket.
It hugs me, and I’m gone.
And all the evil spirits, who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.
Chapter Thirty
The world slows to a stop.
It’s dark.
There is no ocean.
There are no waves.
There is no sun or rain or moon.
I stay this way for so long, suspended, alone, unafraid.
And then,
A breath.
From my lips.
Suddenly, without warning.
I gasp, and there is only my breathing, and beeps, and fingers wrapped around my hand, and I’m in a bed. I’m not in the ocean or on the cliffs.
“Come back to me, Calla,” Dare whispers, and angst laces his words, and his words impale my heart. “Please God, come back to me. Time is running out. Don’t do this, please, God, don’t do this. They’re going to take you off the machine, and if you don’t breathe on your own, you’ll die. Please God. Please.”
He begs someone, whether it is God or me, I don’t know.
“We’ve already lost everything else,” he whispers. “Please, God. Come back to me. Come home to me. Come home.”
I try to open my eyes, but it’s too hard.
My eyelids are heavy.
The darkness is black.
Dare keeps talking, his words slow and soothing and I might float away on them. It would be so easy.
Death waits for me,
Only it’s not death.
It’s Olivia Savage.
I can see her face now, and she waits in the light behind Dare’s shoulder.
She nods.
It’s time.
But it can’t be. Because Dare is here, and still holding my hand. He talks to me, he tells me everything that’s happened, and when he gets tired of talking, he hums.
The same wordless, tuneless song I’ve been hearing all along.
Death moves closer, one step nearer.
I try to cry out, but nothing comes.
I try again to open my eyes, but I can’t. And I can’t move my fingers.
It’s all too much.
Too much.
I think about getting frantic,
And I almost do.
But to keep calm,
I replay the facts in my head.
My name is Calla Price.
I’m eighteen years old, and I’m half of a whole.
My other half, my twin brother, my Finn, is crazy.
Finn is dead.
My mother is dead.
Dare’s mother is dead.
I’ve spent every summer at Whitley my entire life.
I’ve loved Dare since I was small.
I’ve been floating in a sea of insanity, and I can’t wake up.
I can’t wake up.
Dare is my lifeline.
He’s still here.
I focus every ounce of strength I have, trying to force my hand into gripping his, the hands that I love so much, the hand that has held mine for so long.
But I’m helpless.
I’m weak.
Olivia, takes another step, but I can’t scream.
It’s when she touches Dare that I bolster my strength.
She puts his hand on Dare’s shoulder,
And I can’t take that.
Don’t touch Dare, I want to scream. You died, but you’re not taking him! He’s innocentHe’sInnocentHe’sInnocent!
But her fingers drum on Dare’s skin,
And everything in me boils,
And screams.
And somehow,
Some way,
I harness my energy,
And my finger twitches.
Dare’s humming stops.
“Calla?” he asks quickly, hope so potent in his voice. “Wake up. If you don’t wake up, you’ll die.”
I move my finger again, and it’s all the strength I have left.
I can’t move again, but I think it was enough.
Dare’s gone,
Gone from my side,
Yelling for someone,
For anyone.
Other voices fill my room,
Circling my bed,
And Dare’s voice is drowned.
He’s gone,
but others have replaced him.
I’m poked,
I’m prodded,
My lids are lifted and lights are shined into my eyes.
“It’s a miracle,” someone announces. “It took. She’s not rejecting it anymore.”
I can’t stay awake.
My strength is gone.
I fall asleep wishing Dare would come back.
I don’t know how long I sleep.
I only know that I dream,
And now, when I dream,
They’re lucid.
I’m no longer insane.
I don’t know why.
Olivia sits in front of me, her smile gentle and soft.
“My boy wasn’t meant for you, but you took him anyway. I thought you’d be each other’s downfall, but maybe you saved each other.”
I swallow hard because I did take him.
“You have to know that’s the way of things,” I offer. “Boys can’t stay with their mothers forever. It wasn’t my fault you died.”
“I killed myself,” she says simply. “I’m a child of Salome, and I thought my blood was bad. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t take any more pain. I made sure you were all three safe, then I just let go. I drifted away and the darkness came, and it was soft and warm. And I let go.”
I understand pain.
I nod.
“If you’re choosing to be dead, then can my brother live?”
Hope surges through me, but the look on Olivia’s face shuts it down. And my chest hurts and hurts and hurts as she shakes her head.
“He chose,” she answers, and her words her words her words. “He chose to die to keep you safe.”
And I think about the blackness and how I stopped breathing, and how I suddenly was alive. Finn did that.
Save me, and I’ll save you.
A lump a lump a lump forms in my throat and I can’t swallow it.
“I can’t live without my Finn,” I say limply. But Olivia is firm.
“You have to. He’s gone, but you’re not. He chose you, Calla. He chose to protect you.” In my head, I remember him handing me his medallion and I cry because she’s right. Finn chose for me to live.
Olivia gets up and her form is so slight, so small. She’s dark like Dare and her eyes gleam like the night.
Black, black eyes that examine my soul.
She cocks her head, in the same way that Dare does.
“History can’t keep repeating itself. Mr. Savage killed himself to protect his children. He chose himself rather than them because sons shouldn’t have to pay for the sins of their fathers. But his son Richard was evil and it should’ve been him. Laura sacrificed Finn because that’s the way it had to be. Let it be now, Calla. It is as it should be. You’re descended from Judas, and it’s in your blood, but don’t betray this.”
“Wait,” I suck in my breath. “What about Dare?”
He was by my bed,
He’s been here the whole time,
humming to me.
“Is Dare safe?” I ask her breathlessly.
“A sacrifice has been made,” she answers. “It’s been accepted. Don’t change it.”
Her voice is small because the sacrifice was Finn.
“Our story is so sad,” I tell her, because it is. The saddest thing I’ve ever heard, because it makes everything seem hopeless, as though our own actions don’t matter, because we pay for the sins of those who came before us. Olivia shakes her head knowingly.
“It’s not. The saddest thing is if everything was in vain and if history keeps repeating. Don’t let that be, girl. Save my son. Save yourself. Don’t sink into the oblivion. You’ve got to open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.”
I startle awake, the insistence of her voice shocking me into lucidity.
My eyes open.
The light is so bright it’s blinding.
The humming stops.
