Waking The Dead Out Of The Living

She looked away from his face, focusing on the window behind him.
“I don’t know… I didn’t mean any of it. I had no idea anything would happen, I was ju-”
A cold finger pressed to her lips and she immediately put her forehead against his shoulder, wanting to disappear.
“OK,” He said. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
Loosening his grip, he brushed away her tears. Charlotte could feel his cold touch pinch her face, as if she was going to get a frost bite.
“But how?” He asked. “How did you do it?”
Charlotte thought back to when she was in math. She thought about how she was concentrating so hard on his head like she was trying to read his thoughts and ended up killing him.
Though, now he isn’t so dead after all.
Or is he?
“I’m not sure,” She said. “I was just concentrating on you.”
“Why?” He asked, squinting his eyes.
“I don’t know…” She said. “It just happened. I didn’t have a reason for it.”
Saying nothing more, he let go of her and picked up her towel from the floor, starting to wipe the rest of his face.
The dry towel didn’t do much help in taking off the dirt, mostly only smudged it around.
“You can take a shower.” She told him, her voice almost a whisper. “My mom’s sleeping so it won’t wake her up or anything.”
He nodded and walked out of the room.
Charlotte couldn’t help but notice, once again, his abnormal gracefulness.
Plopping down onto her bed, she started to wipe the small smudges of dirt she got onto her from Seth.
She then looked back at the door, hearing the shower running and immediately realized that he had nothing else to wear other than his dirty suit of which he was buried in.
She didn’t have to ask him to know how he had gotten out of his coffin. She already got her answer from his earlier use of amazing strength.
She went and grabbed one of her extra-large t-shirts and a pair of very loose sweat pants.
It’s bound to fit him, even if it’d be just a little tight, she thought.
Walking back to the bathroom, Charlotte quietly opened the door and entered, closing it behind her.
“Um, I brought you some clothes.” She told him, setting the shirt and pants onto the counter.
He didn’t respond, bringing a bad feeling into her stomach.
Quickly leaving the bathroom, she went back to her room, a sad, inerasable scowl on her face.
Of course he hates me now, she thought. I killed him! I awakened him.
Charlotte still wasn’t sure what that meant. She maybe had a small idea of it but other than that, she had never heard of such thing.
A few minutes later, her door opened and Seth walked in, dressed in the clothes she put out for him.
The shirt was tighter than she thought it would be and she couldn’t help but notice the muscle lines on his stomach and the curves on his biceps.
He never used to be muscular, she thought, frowning.
Other than the shirt, the pants were OK.
Realizing she was looking at his body, her eyes went up to his face.
His eyes were his usual dark brown, thankfully, but his skin was paper-white and it felt unusual to her to see Seth like that.
He was suddenly swooning and Charlotte quickly stood up, running to him, catching his shoulder’s before he can fall.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, holding him up with all of her strength.
His eyes drooped and she was quickly reminded of how he looked before he fell off his chair in class, how his eyes drooped the same exact way as right now.
Supporting him the best she can, she walked him to her bed and made him lay down.
He closed his eyes and Charlotte quickly tapped his face.
His eyes opened.
“Seth, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” Her voice was close to hysterics.
She didn’t want to lose him again.
His hand came up behind her neck and pulled her head closer to him.
“I’m so thirsty.”