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When I woke it up, I had two things crawling around in my head. One:
I felt hollow, as if a part of me was missing. Almost like someone took me and cut me in half, emptied my body of all it's contents then sewed me up. My fingers dug into the sheets as I sat up, straight, the room becoming familiar. Red velvet curtains hung in front of the window, blocking out all but the smallest rays of light. The silk sheets, I clung to, were smooth and the color of lust itself, it was the same for the walls and carpet. Cool wood filled the baseboards, cabinets, vanity and the one door. I was alone, though, all alone. And the chill that ran through me only made me lebih uncomfortable as I slid from the katil and stretched. What was today?
A calendar sat upon the empty dinding sejak the door, and the bulan read: "January."
January...? I could of swore it was September just yesterday. Wasn't it? My head was way too clouded to even think straight, it might of been January. Who knew. I was alone, right.
Again I stretched as I tugged on the door, freeing the entryway from it's concealment. Gradually, I pressed into the long corridor, my fingers brushing along the walls as my brain slowly sauntered awake. The paintings on my left and right were frightful: Dark twisted beings, most preying on women then others were just ripping flesh from an animal.
Ice tiptoed down my spine as my pace quickened and I came into a grand dining area. An elongated meja, jadual sat centered; six chairs sat along the sides, two at each end. Luxurious purple curtains concealed the windows, bright burning candles being the only sumber of light. And the carpet was black, like the night, like someone's hair... his
hair. Who's hair?
At that moment, I felt the ice down my back spread along my whole body as the candles went out. A cool wind came from behind me and brushed my hair into face, despite no doors atau windows being opened. The feeling of hands wrapping around my waist, consumed and squeezed me. The touch was owner to no one and felt uninviting, dark, evil, bad. Very, very bad. It felt nothing like the warming embrace of... Two
Terror. Where was he? The thought exploded in my head like a api, kebakaran being doused with gasoline. I felt my skin heat up in fear and I tried to escaped back to my room, to really check if it had been four months. But the cold grip around me only tightened, claiming me. I fought and fought struggling against the invisible entity, yet it was unphased, unmoved, overpowering. One of the ghostly hands escaped over my mouth and nose. It was suffocating, I couldn't breathe, and with a passion so broken I let out a cry,"Terror!"
With that the spirit was gone, the feeling of being trapped left without a trace, like it never came. Again, I stood... alone and in the dark.
Slowly, I coaxed my legs to stop trembling and move. To find Terror, to find him and hug him, to let him know I was sorry. To let him know I didn't mean to leave. To apologize for being gone for four months. But mainly to tell him to save me from all this darkness.
I moved to the curtained windows and gripped the velvet and spread them wide, letting the sunlight Ciuman every aspect of shadow. The rays washed over me as I unlocked the frame; swinging the huge panes open and let the air of the morning rush into my lungs. I looked to the ground, only a few feet, I could land it, and just as I was about to throw away this place and escape a hand gripped my arm.
"Where are anda going...?" A vicious growl, hissed down my neck and I felt the breath catch in my throat. Quickly I turned and almost screamed.
Damian stood before me, his dark hair pouring over his face, as his lips came dangerously close to mine. I managed to menelan everything forcing its way up, some how pulling off a defiant tone,"Leaving...?"
"And where will anda go?"
"What would he want from," His finger crawled up to the tip up of my chin,"you?"
"To see me..."
"When he already found someone else?"
Nails gripped my throat and dug in tight, but I swallowed again, mustering up everything I had,"Never, he wouldn't do that..."
"Don't believe me?"
"Never had, never will.."
"Then go... find out yourself, anda pitiful girl." Damian's grip relaxed only to turn me and push me out of the window. He. Pushed. Me. But I didn't care, because the moment I landed I was running, a voice calling after me,"Check your apartment!"
My hand turned the knob to my apartment building. I rushed up the stairs my body shaking from anticipation. If Damian was right, which I didn't know why I came here if I didn't trust him. He was a liar, a sick, vampiric liar, then Terror was here, at my apartment. Room 113. He would be in there sitting, waiting for me. He would tell me he loves me and we could kill Damian, together.
My feet hurt, running the whole way was painful, but it felt like my hati, tengah-tengah carried me here, it was worth it. As I reached up to grab the key on my door-frame, my toes went flush against the door. I sucked in a breath and quietly unlocked the knob, and I silently slid it open a bit. The sight I saw was sickening, I felt my hati, tengah-tengah flip-flop and had to bite my lip, until it bled, to stop from yelping.
On the sofa, kerusi panjang laid Terror, sleeping peacefully. Atop him? A girl, her hair only two shades darker than mine, but much longer. Her fingers were caressing his chest as her hair splayed out across his bare, chiseled flesh. His arms were wrapped around her protectively, as if he hadn't seen her in years. The wretch sported a dark red and black shirt, nothing but her underwear beneath it, his
dark red and black shirt. His
dark red and black shirt, that I
wore when I
and he wasn't available.
I slammed the door shut resulting in a groggy "Hmmmm?". At the sound of footsteps I stormed down the stairs and into the dirty public bathroom the building offered. Quickly, I deadbolted it shut to keep anyone out and swallowed down the razors digging in my throat, making my way over to the mirror. My reflection scared me, I saw myself: Short blonde, layered hair framing my face, my unique red eyes. I mean... eye.
Bandages covered the left side of my face, fresh red wetness clotted the white cloth and I whined. Shakily, I removed each layer, horrified to find what they were concealing. A hole. A deep dark hole in my face, it was gone, my left eye was gone. And as I replaced the bandages I slammed my back into the hard tile dinding and slid down until I was sitting.
A sudden memory flushed over me. The pain. The scalpel, the sick sound of cutting. A twisted smile on my surgeon's face. The popping of ligaments, the optical fluid draining from the socket. The silent scream, the pain I felt as the lack of anesthesia faded away. The fiery pain. The fiery pain that returned to me now, like a barbed brand. The tears stinging at my right eye made my missing one explode in agony. The same agony I felt in my chest, the agony of my hati, tengah-tengah breaking.
I kept telling myself it wasn't real, but it was. Terror had moved on because I was dead. Because he couldn't wait. Because I wasn't good enough. My remaining eye casted upon my left hand, the band that once hugged my finger was gone. Good. I didn't want any part of Terror near me. I belonged to no one. I belonged to myself. But I was suppose to be dead, death was my only friend now... and If everyone thought I was dead what would be the point of living.
That was it, I was going to do it right here, escape this life, drift away, rid myself of this cruel reality. I would break my reflection and with one of the shards I would pull it across every edge of my body until I was no longer recognizable, I was going to take myself from everyone before anyone could take anymore from me. I was going to ki-
"Blade..." My eyes snapped from the shard in my hand, causing blood to well up from where I squeezed too hard. A small part of me hoped it was Terror, coming to tell me he was sorry, it was all a misunderstanding, he loved me. But all I got was Damian, who in turn pulled me into an embrace. A soft, caring embrace. He cooed into my hair as his hand rubbed my back. His body pressed against mine made me feel less...alone
. It felt so good to be comforted, too good.
I pushed him away and glared the best I could as he continued, sincerity sparking in his dark red eyes,"Blade.. I understand you're hurt.. I wasn't lying when I berkata he found someone else. I told you, he didn't Cinta you. And I know, I can't help anda get him back, but I can help anda get revenge," When I didn't interrupt he went on,"Revenge on him on everyone. I know anda want it, all anda have to do is come back with me."
It sounded good. Revenge. On Terror, on that bitch
, on anyone even acquainted to him. He was a demon that could sense fear.. and the fact that he couldn't sense my
fucking fear, just went to prove that bastard didn't care. My hati, tengah-tengah was breaking, and I was going to make his break too.
~~ ((Yeah... I know I made Terror seem like the 'Bad Guy' But anda gotta get this is from Blade's P.O.V. if anda were in the same predicament.,.. it'd make sense.. ;0; Anyway sorry if it was too long...))