Star Crossed - Sammisawr (the unexpected everything TXT) 📗

/> William stood up in Helens' room and pointed a finger at her. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare talk about that! I am going to figure out how to get out of here with out yours or anyone’s help, got it! I don't need anything from you! Just forget about me! It will be the best thing for the both of us alright? I'm sick of you thinking you know everything about me! You know nothing. NOTHING!" he yelled at her on the ground. Leaving he passed through her deliberately so she would get chilled. 
Helen shuddered as William started to get aggressive, but didn't interrupt. As he passed through her body, sending a chill throughout her body, she managed: "Figure it out, then. But first, stop lying to yourself."
William ignored her and kept on storming through all the rooms of the mansion, trying to cool off but it only heated him up more. "She thinks she knows everything! She needs to get off her horse and meet the real world. I don't love her." 
Still sitting on the floor, Helen let her thoughts to wander - not on William, but on life and the world itself. She couldn't understand why it is that everything was how it is, but still, she wanted to understand. William's dead and he himself never knew what love is all about... What does it mean? She thought silently to herself.  
 
Who is he? What does he want? 
William made his way back up to the attic to look at the photo album again. There was one picture in it that Helen did not see. A picture of a boy and a girl, sitting together holding hands, while not looking at the camera but at each other. They were smiling and in their eyes held love.  
 
No matter what Helen thought, he had been in love once. But she grew up after he died. She left him, like all the others. 
Why? The question kept echoing in her head. If he's so upset about not being able to pass through the dimension, then why can't he try it? Not wanting to hurt himself? From what? Helen pressed her hands to her forehead, thinking deeply. Why is he afraid of getting hurt?  
 
Has something happened to him before? 
William ran a finger along the face of the beautiful girl in the photograph. Saying her name softly brought back so many memories, "Marie..." he whispered. Her hair was short and red; her eyes blazed a deep blue, unlike his icy blue ones. As he sat there looking at the picture, the most miraculous thing happened, a single tear ran down his cheek. 
One theory after another, Helen couldn't stop thinking about William and what she should do. She stayed in her position; her arms around her knees which were pulled against her chest, her head resting on them and her hair covering her face. She sat there on the floorboards, not giving any notice towards the chill around her or to the fact that her face was slightly flushed.  
 
When Dr. Watson came to her room the next morning, he found her lying on the floor, slightly shivering. 
 
"Dear Lord, Helen!" he said rushing to his daughter’s side. "Helen are you alright?"  
 
Helen's head snapped up and she looked around her, "Where..." she began.  
 
"No need to talk, you're chilled to the bone, come. We will warm you up," Dr. Watson said, more like a mother then a father. 
Taking her arm, Dr. Watson helped her into her bed, covering her with the warm blankets as he muttered underneath his breath. She moaned slightly but followed his lead as she climbed into her bed. Once or twice, her head would spin and she would feel a sickening feel of nausea, making her stop in her tracks, but by five minutes, Dr. Watson faced his daughter, a towel on her forehead.  
 
"By heavens, what on earth has happened to you?" He asked her softly, stroking her hair. 
William, who had sensed something was wrong, rushed down to Dr. Watson's side. "Helen what's wrong?" he asked her.  
 
She could only moan in answer. 
She heard his voice beside her, loud and clear with the obvious hint of worry in his tone. That and the voice of her father who sounded more concerned than ever. Her father placed his hand on her forehead, scowling at the rising temperature.  
 
"Stay here, Helen. I'm going to take my bag." He said, rushing into his study.
She felt like death and she couldn't understand it. One minute she had been fine and the next second she had felt like she couldn't stand on her own. Was it because she was around William? Was this the affect that he was going to give her. Why did she feel like this?
A thought suddenly came to Williams head. "Helen...did you stay on the ground all night?" he asked softly.  
 
Helen managed a nod, that was all she could.  
 
William sighed, "Then your father is going to be able to help you...this is from the ghost's doing, you remember from the asylum?" 
She moaned again, barely hearing his words. Muttering something underneath her breath, she opened her eyes and tried to sit up as she faced the ghost.  
 
"...What? Wi... William?" She asked weakly, placing her own hand onto her forehead.  
 
"Helen!" Her father suddenly came, making her groan inwardly. It was certainly an odd situation to be in. 
"Don't let him give you anything!" William warned, becoming panicked. If Dr. Watson tried to help his daughter in any way is would only make her worse by all means. "Trust me, don't let him do anything!"  
 
Getting up he stood beside her bed. "Donna! Donna get out her! What did you do to her? Well fix her! Don’t tell me that, I know you can!...Do it now!..." 
Propping herself in a half-sitting position, Helen grabbed her father's hand weakly. "No medicine." She said, keeping her eyes closed.  
 
"No what?" The doctor repeated ridiculously. "Helen -"  
 
"I can't swallow anything..." She tried again, head spinning. She felt a sudden chill on her wrist, realizing that William had grabbed her. "No medicine..." She said, slumping back down. 
"Donna! Just touch her, that's all you need to do.....Don't give me that, you already have done it once.....Liar....Fine, Jimmy! Get your ass out here and fix this girl!" William yelled facing the door.  
 
Helen stared at William then felt a cold hand on her forehead. A wave of nausea was sent through her, reeling the side of the bed she heaved up breakfast. "Thank you Jimmy, now go away," she heard William say above her. 
"William..." She begged softly, hanging her head. She felt two strong arms wrapping themselves around her, helping her to stand.  
 
"Really, Helen, this is getting ridiculous." Her father said, ringing the servant bell several times as he held her close. "And who on earth is William?" He asked, more to himself rather than to her.  
 
Footsteps were heard as the servants rushed upstairs to greet the doctor. As soon as they saw the odd scene before them, they knew what was needed to be done. A maid took Helen by the arms, carefully leading her to the bathroom while the others searched for clean sheets. Helen managed a small "Don't follow" before the door closed behind her.  
 
"Don't follow?" Her father repeated awkwardly. "Her condition is worse than I thought."   
William managed to wrap his arms around Helen's waist and able to keep hold of her. He whispered into the maid's ears and they let her go, going back to their duties. Moving her to the bathroom he sat her down on the toilet. "Are you feeling anything better?" he asked her lifting her face up to his and looking into her eyes.  
 
Swallowing she nodded, looking into his icy eyes. "Yes...a little..." 
His face softened into a pretty relieved smile as he scrutinized the green eyes. Helen managed a small smile, clutching the sink beside her to gain balance. The feverish feeling started to leave her little by little, but the wave of nausea still jolt through her once in a while.  
 
"What happened?" She asked. "I've never felt such a thing before..." 
"I don't suppose you would have...It was a cruel trick done by one of the ghost still living here. If a ghost should touch you in a foul mood then a wave of sickness will wash over you. And human medicines only make it worse. I'm sorry for what Jimmy did to you, he's only five," William explained. "I’m happy to see you're better." 
"Other ghosts?" She repeated, surprised.  
 
"Hush now, enough excitement for the day." William said, standing up. "Come on, let's wash your face and get you in your bed. At least lie down when we talk."  
 
Nodding, Helen stood up, splashed her face with cold water and changed her clothing, making sure that there were no peeking eyes as she did so. She felt more strength in her legs as she walked, William by her side, and certainly more comfortable that the tension between them was gone. Dr. Watson took her arm as soon as the door opened, leading Helen to her bed, and as she lie down, the fresh covers felt soft against her skin instantly made her feel sleepy.  
 
Seeing that her daughter was getting better, Dr. Watson left the room. 
. "Yes, other ghosts," he said answering her earlier question once she had gotten settled. "I told you before; there are other ghosts from the Asylum left over...some kind, some not so much."  
 
Helen nodded, trying to understand. 
"Quite a few are still pretty confused about who they are and some just need to grow up before they can learn on how to pass." William continued. "The one that touched you earlier is the owner of the doll which you touched when you first came here. I suppose getting to their private possession irked them."  
 
"I see." Helen answered softly, almost drifting off to sleep. She gazed sadly at those icy-blue eyes, feeling her heart calling out his name. 
"Lucky for you, I'm the only one you can see. There are ghosts here who were tortured by the devices of the doctor, mercilessly. You don't want to know," he said slightly laughing. Looking at her more closely he pushed her down onto the bed. "But sleep now, you'll feel better in the morning." He kissed her forehead, more brotherly then anything else. 
Too tired to ask for more, Helen settled deeper into her blankets, realizing that she felt warmth with that kiss rather than the usual chill. William sat down beside her and rubbed his thumb against the skin of her hand, watching her as she started to close her eyes.  
 
Not long after that, soft breaths could be heard as she fell asleep. 
William watched her sleep, a smile creeping across his face. It took a few minutes but once he finally realized it he took it off immediately. He couldn't be falling for Helen. Not after what he had already been through. No, he couldn't be falling for her. ..Could he? 
Her face looked peaceful as she slept, chest rising and falling following the rhythm. Her hand was still in his and William realized that the grip was fairly tight around his fingers. Her lips were slightly parted and her peach-tinted skin looked slightly pale - nevertheless, the personality inside was more than what appears on the outside.  
 
Helen twitched slightly, falling back to sleep not a second later. 
William leaned back on one of the posts of her bed, closing his eyes slowly. As he held her hand in his, her warmth warmed him no matter how chilly his skin was. As he matched his breathing with hers, he drifted off to sleep, thinking of the girl lying next to him. 
Waking up the next morning, Helen found William at