"You're a monster! I will mention this to the police, your murderous hooman! Like, guys, you saw what she did!"

And that was a thing I feared. I looked around to see everyone's reaction but they looked deadpanned with nothing but unenthusiasm. Didn't anyone see what happened?

"Don't worry love. They can't see anything from the paranormal world, you know?" I unattentively nodded and already schemed for an immediate conference meeting with the others.

I looked over at the door in instinct feeling someone's eyes bore into me. And however, I wasn't wrong.

Clay was coming towards me, his expression indicating that I was in serious trouble. I stood up, my eyes widening in fear. It wasn't because he was a superior fighter, but because I simply wasn't in the mood or had any desire to fight with someone who used to be my closest friend. However, he didn't care at all.
He jabbed a punch on my cheek and I tumbled sideways. I couldn't bear everything every time for him. Fury surged through me as he grabbed my collar, with gritted teeth.
"Just because she is not in her state of mind doesn't give you a chance to take advantage of her every time!"

"And you don't always have the find a reason to beat me up like shit, Beca's imaginary boyfriend!" I shouted at his face, throwing him a punch. Gradually, we ended up at our throats when Joey came in between, grabbing Clay on his shoulders, "Look bro, I know he's all crap but you don't have to be like him. Let that bastard go cause when Beca comes to her senses, she's going to beat up his ass. Let go-"

"No! He needs to learn!" He pushed Joey and was about to pounce on me, but all of a sudden, I felt a certain energy flowing through me, literally rubbing a prickling oil all over my skin. I closed my eyes and squeezed my toes and fingers curled in a fist.

I detected myself flying in another dimension and I knew someone was transporting me somewhere else, cause that's exactly how I felt when Casper used to transport us.

I became aware that my feet were touching the floor, prompting me to open my eyes. To my surprise, I found myself in a room adorned with a baby pink hue, featuring shiny tiles and a neat arrangement of sinks in rows. Beyond them, I noticed a series of doors arranged in a similar pattern.

"What are we doing in the girls' bathroom?" Joey questioned and I came back to my senses.

"You!" I glanced at Beca, observing her intense gaze directed towards Clay, who was standing next to me.

With an already disoriented mindset, I bulged my eyes out when I saw Beca floating in mid-air, tenebrous shadows rising like tentacles behind Beca. When she raised her head, I gasped when I saw her pupils turn midnight blue while the sclera was pitch black. Purple to lilac shaded color spread around he edges of her eyes and lips. Her pale complexion slowly altered to a blend of metal gray and navy.

What the hell was happening?

Her eyes had a noxious glare at Clay and with a deliberate motion, she steadily raised her hand up, followed by a sash-like shaped shadow hovering on, making way to Clay's throat. He struggled to breathe as the shadow tightened its grip, constricting his airway. I stood there, unable to catch my breath, overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness and shock.

Due to a lack of time available, I chose not to search the room for weapons. Instead, I positioned myself in front of Clay and waved my hands in a random manner, in the hope that it would disperse the shadows.

"Stop Beca! I said, stop! I want you to leave Clay! Just-"

"Why? I used my powers in response to his attack on you, and now you're lashing it out on me? That's incredibly rude. Really rude." Her typically composed demeanor suddenly transformed into that of a displeased villain. This was certainly not a positive development. She manipulated the darkness, wrinkling her nose and exerting pressure on Clay's throat.

Dread pooled in my stomach as I gulped. My sight scattered, I spotted a soap on the sink.

"Joey," I whispered lightly, and when her widened eyes fell on me, I pointed to the soap after which she only smirked. I could just hope she knew what she was doing.

She grabbed a bar of soap and kept it low.

"Yo queen consort! Why don't you leave the weak one and come tough? Oh wait, you scared?" Joey mocked and even though I knew what she attempted, I feared if Beca would come on feet.

She already looked on temper tantrum, so she left her forceful hold on Clay and turned her head furiously, her shadows slowly creeping towards Joey. Clay fell down on his knees and I held his shoulders, for further comfort.

"And there goes flying tantrums. Oh wow, that's a joke. But...uh...really, I knew you had...leg problems!" She continued her act, yet the suspicion led me to fear.

Beca scoffed, toning her frown and dropping down her floating frame.

"Leg problems? Well, whatever shit that is, I ain't got that like you are gonna!" She sped up and almost panicking, Joey dropped the soap a bit forward.

I couldn't force my eyes open and heard a thud noise. Peeking out, I saw Beca on the floor, caressing her hips. Joey quickly came over to our side without wasting any time. However, I had a sense that I should wait for Beca, even though she wasn't acting like herself and it could put our lives in danger.
So I held onto Clay to help him, and the three of us made our way out.

"What the heck are you three doing in the girls' washroom?" Brittany scrunched her nose in probable disgust.

I parted my lips to utter any possible excuse, but the door grated open, revealing Beca in a mess. Her hair cluttered up like one of a wild horse's. She was rubbing both her eyes, slowly lifting her head towards me, "Austin, what...what's going on?"
A line appeared between her brows, and briefly, I experienced a tingling sensation as if I could sense the genuine energy emanating from Beca.
"You, are you alright?" I asked concerned, holding her shoulders but she gave a blank look as if she knew nothing.

"Oh. Seems like you found yourself an actual girlfriend, for whom you're willing to go into the girls' washroom, right? Disgusting." Brittany's voice rang through our eyes.

"Yeah right, smooth."

Beside her, Angela hissed. I narrowed my eyes at them and looked at Beca, who actually behaved like she wasn't aware of our situation.

"So he got an actual one, did he?" Beca asked, confused. She forwarded but stumbled as she did. I put my hands on her abdomen as a way to catch her.

She cringed back instantly, with a blush chasing up her cheek. She looked down and scowled, "When did I wear heels? I can't walk on these." She muttered, after which she stared at Clay with a smile.

"Beca? Don't you remember?"

"Remember what? And what's happening? When did I come here, and why the hell am I wearing this...this baloney?"

"Oh lord, Beca darling. You should take part in the drama club, seriously. But however, I really don't wanna be part of your drama." With that, she set off with her other minions, thankfully.

"So you don't remember hanging out with those buzzing bees, the food fight with me, and ditching Clay with one heck of insult?" Joey, feeling perplexed, inquired.

"No...what's happening?"

-

Her shamefaced expression was enough to show how she was steeped in guilt. It was like all those memories 4 years ago. It was almost like the guilt washed over me aside- the guilt incessantly throbbing in my heart, yet I couldn't change anything.

"I...I did all of that to you guys? Lord, I can't even look at myself!" She shamefully covered her face in her palms, voice cracking to a meltdown.

I forwarded and held her shoulder for comfort but she instantly removed it, "Leave me alone." She then looked at me and widened her eyes, "Don't tell me...I kissed you, didn't I?" That time, I knew she was about to burst into tears by the way her eyes had turned a shade of red.

She recklessly stood up and walked a bit forward, raking her fingers through her hair, "I don't know why I did that but now, all I can remember so far is that something- as in a force or something controlling me. But I knew I was doing that. I remember doing all those, but it's like I was watching myself do things, but trapped in a box, unable to do anything other than witnessing myself doing those horrible things to you guys." she confessed, filled with utter guilt.

A wave of melancholic thoughts engulfed me as I came to the realization that the kiss held no significance. It was purely a product of my own imagination. All those dreams of being with her were shattered. Secretly, I had harbored a glimmer of hope that she would at least contemplate the idea, but the circumstances remained unalterable.
Dejected into a turmoil of inner shards, I left the room, banging the door closed behind. Those couldn't come back to me again. I have fought all those feelings throughout the years and now they came rushing back. Sleeping with other girls was a relief to my perpetual emotions, but right then, I couldn't even do that.

I sat on the bench on Organa's lawn, resting my forehead on open hands.

"Son, you have to get shit together." She whispered, sitting beside me.

"Oh hey, Organa. Um, what are you talking about?" I looked up.

"Confessing your feelings to her might ease things up a bit. That might also stop her from calling you a jerk. Which you are, but ahem, " she faked a cough and trailed off, "She kinda likes straightforward guys, you know? Keeping it all a secret wouldn't stop your feelings, that will only intensify your guilt." Her hand raised up, placing it gently on my head.

"She won't last like this for long. The dark magic will arise once again. If you tell her right now, it might be relieving and yes, of course, pleasing."

"She hates me."

"Her heart isn't that dark to show hate upon people she isn't quite aware of."

"But I am a total jerk to her. Always been. What's there to not know about me?"

"Your insides, child. Your inner self. The part of you that longs to love and abhors toxicity. The part that seeks genuine love from friends and family. The part that loves Rebecca."."

"I...I don't..." As for her extensive knowledge, I was at a loss for words. I averted my eyes and took a deep breath. It was likely that she was correct, mostly. And perhaps, I wasn't ready to confront that truth at the moment. It had a certain sweetness to it, but it was also painfully bitter.

Taking the hint, she left with a wry smile.