Twitch

Breathing evenly and with my eyes closed, I sat on the bed. But as calm as I might appear on the outside, there was a disorderly chaos in my mind. For an hour I had been trying to sort out this chaos, but I couldn't. This image kept coming back to me. Zayn, injured and taken by surprise, lying on the floor with a gaping hole in his chest. Why was i so strong And why had I never felt this strength before? After what felt like an eternity, I managed to clear my head at least a little. I took a deep breath and concentrated solely on myself. I imagined how I explored my inner being and always penetrated deep into my soul and my heart. A thin layer of ice surrounded my heart, but I broke it without hesitation. Behind it was a maze of emotions and images of the past. I could assign any memory, no matter how blurry and distorted. Another would probably not have made it. I struggled through the frightening thicket of emotions until I left the forest behind me at some point. Now I was right in front of a door. I didn't know what to think of her. It was black. Just as dark and dangerous as Lucifer's eyes. What was behind it? Did I even want to find out? The picture of the injured Zayn flashed. Something like that should never happen again and that's the only reason I grabbed the silver and cold-feeling doorknob. I turned it slowly. My breathing quickened and I heard the blood rush in my veins. My heart was beating alarmingly fast, pumping dangerously high levels of adrenaline through my veins. I clenched my free hand briefly and firmly into a fist, then yanked the door open. I took a few steps in surprise, then paused uncertainly. A hall had spread out in front of me. It was dark. The floor was black. I had no idea what material it was made of, but it was so bare that I could see myself in it. Walls didn't seem to exist. Only four doors could be seen, everything else - if something else existed here - was plunged into complete darkness. What should i do now? Open the other doors too? Before I could really think about it, my reflection popped up a good five meters away from me. Ice-green eyes looked at me watchfully. 

"It's nice that you take the time to get to know yourself better.", My reflection suddenly said. A trace of mockery and arrogance could be heard in the melodic voice. Did I really sound like that? So sensual? So sonorous and hypnotizing? My second self stepped up to me and then stood by my side.

"Let me explain it to you." My reflection began in a friendly manner and pointed to the doors.

“Your abilities are hidden behind these doors, and the powerful ones at that! As soon as you have entered one of the rooms, a mirror image appears, which will demonstrate your ability to you. But be careful. Each ability is governed by a different character trait. You should be prepared to see parts of yourself that you have never really seen before. Did you understand everything?"

I nodded to myself and watched - still completely off track - as my reflection vanished into thin air. I swallowed, looked around, and then stepped towards the first door, which glowed a warm shade of brown. The wood gave off warmth and I wondered what was behind her. I grabbed the wooden knob. As soon as I entered the room, it shone in a bright golden light. I felt safe on the spot. I went forward until I was facing myself. "Nyria." I was greeted with a smile. I just nodded and waited eagerly to see what would happen next. My reflection was wrapped in a white, flowing dress that wrinkled a little as it strode towards me. Images from the past flashed in the air. How I had taken care of an injured bird as a small child and also how loving and understanding I had been when Zayn confided in me what kind of person he had been in his past. The other person was still smiling. 

“I am the loving part of you, Nyria. My ability is more powerful than it might seem ... "

I wondered what kind of ability she was referring to when I suddenly felt a gentle wind caressing my soul.

“You are excited. Wondering what is happening here, until you are curious about what is to come and are afraid of hurting a man or even losing him ... "

My reflection fell silent as suddenly as it had started to speak.

"You know how I feel down to the last detail," I stated quietly.

I could ... read feelings? The young woman across from me nodded.

"I ... you are an empath. You are able to recognize and interpret the feelings of everyone. Others can of course do the same for you, unless you have built up a natural protective shield that envelops you and thus protects you from prying eyes. In fact, you don't have to worry about that. You have never noticed it, but over the years you have let your protective shields become more and more powerful. That you wanted to protect yourself has made sure that nobody can penetrate into his consciousness anymore. Except for yourself, of course. And..."

From one second to the next the second Nyria fell silent. I bowed my head in curiosity.

"And what?" I asked.

My reflection was silent at first, then sighed.

"There is one more exception to the invasion of your consciousness," said Nyria number two. I was silent for her to continue. She looked at me urgently.

“As soon as you trust someone unconditionally, your shields collapse. So far Zayn is the only one who can take a look inside yourself. Make sure that it stays that way. "

With a determined nod, I agreed. Now a smile appeared on her ... my lips.

"Train this ability on the side and you will see that you get a little further every now and then."

My reflection disappeared, but the golden light remained. A smile crept onto my lips. I liked the thought that Zayn was the only one who could see through me! More than I thought ... After thinking about this information for a few minutes, I left the room and went to the next door, which was also black.

When I stepped into the bedroom, still a little thoughtful, Nyria was lying on the bed, breathing calmly and evenly. I thought she was sleeping, but then I noticed that her eyes were moving back and forth behind the closed lids. Some of her fingers twitched and I sensed that she wasn't sleeping and that she wasn't caught in a dream either. Rather, she seemed to be in a kind of trance. She had probably taken my words very seriously and was now trying to explore the abyss deep inside her. Hopefully it'll go well. the worry whispered. I shook my head and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. Then I took her hand, which was still twitching.