An Outburst

"You were unconscious after trying to resurrect me from death. And you were lying here." Kett declared. "Resurrect you? Did you even die? What do you think this is? A movie?" Emma said passing Kett a baffled look. "No. I brought you water from the pool of blood in the middle of the graveyard." Kett started again. "Oh come on! Stop the melodrama." Emma snapped at her, annoyed. "It's not melodrama. I just got my body transformed into a wolf-human." Kett started yelling impatiently. "Look. There are wounds around my neck where my nails had pierced it." Emma peered into her neck and carefully touched Kett's neck with her fingers. Then she spoke up looking more annoyed than ever. "You see. There are no such wounds around your neck." Surprised, Kett ran her fingers around her neck. There were no wounds. "How come they healed so quickly? I swear they were here." "Oh please Kett, you're just imagining things." Emma said, her eyes narrowing as she made a pleading expression at her friend. "Okay then. What do you have to say about the blood I'm covered in?" Kett asked hoping to get her friend to belive in her story. But her reply wasn't any better than before. "I don't know. Maybe you somehow got hold of some red paint?" "It is not paint. You smell it!" Kett yelled like a little kid. "Stop it Kett!! This is enough. Didn't you take your pills?" Emma yelled, suddenly increasing the volume of her voice. "I am not hallucinating and I don't need your stupid pills." She snapped back at her. "You are delusional at the moment. Wait a sec." Emma put her hand into one of her coat pockets to obtain a small box. She opened it and took out a couple of pills. "Here. Have this now." Emma said, her narrow eyes filled with kindness. "You just don't understand me Emma." Kett hit her hand hard so that the pills went flying in the air, her eyes burning with nothing but rage. She moved away from Emma stamping her feet hard on the ground. She settled herself on a distant gravestone. After a couple of minutes she felt the weight of a hand on her shoulder. She looked back. It was Emma. She sat beside her on the old gravestone of Amspoker. Their first name was not legible. She could hear Emma letting out a little sigh. "I'm sorry Kett. I shouldn't have behaved that way. Forgive me, will you?" She looked at Kett with pitiful eyes. Kett nodded after thinking for a few seconds but suddenly started again as if she was stuck by a sudden thunder bolt. "Nobody ever wanted to understand me. Nor do you."