Chapter Three
All of a suden, I felt sick. The world around me seemed to spen around. My legs began to feel weak as I seemed to sway from side to side. The laughing didn't stop and they only kept up with they're crule tourcher. It felt like I was slipping away ans I couldn't feel the blows I took. My eyes seemed to blur and I tried to stay awake. But my attempts were worthless, as I could no longer see, hear, or feel anything, except the blood that rushed from the cuts my tourcherers left behind, as they fleed from the scene of the crime.
The dreams that filled my exahusted head were not dreams at all. No sane person dreams about happy things or thinks happy thoughts when they've been ruthlessly been beaten, by they're classmates. Suggestions to myself that were bitter-sweet ran through my head. Things like, "If I didn't stand up for him, none of this would have happend in the first place," and "If he were still here, or maybe even still cared, I wouldn't really be in this mess."
Being anemic wouldn't really help improve the outcome of this mess I got myself into. I'm doomed. It might all end here and now. I could die. But, if no-one truly cares about me anymore, the I suppose it wouldn't be so bad. Dying in such a way. I suppose it wouldn't bother me. If this is what destiny has had in store for me, then I will except it with open arms.
A blast of cool air, a silent caring whisper, and a dark ocean covered in a layer of thick grey smoke. It's always the same. A nightmare that's haunted me only for a week, but it has haunted me, because he doesn't care.
I stood in the middle of the large endless water, it reaching up to my knees. My green eyes woundered around me in terror. My breath was heavy and I was almost confused enough, to where I would scream, but even if I tried, I knew nothing would come out.
I soon felt two strong arms wrap around my shoulders and his warm breath on my ear.
"Alex, you'll be alright," he whispered. "I won't let you die, not yet."
My green orbs fluttered shut as his grip became more firm.
"Don't wake up, Alex," he mummered softly. "I need to tell you."
"Tell me," my voice came out in a quiet whisper. "What?"
His breath became heavey on my ear. Warm. Calming. A tight hug.
"Anything," he sounded desperate. "Anything to make it all better."
I clasped my hands onto his arms. If only it wasn't just a dream. If only, this wasn't the part where it became a nightmare. If only it could be better. If only, I could just stand there with him, forever. If only, we could be friends again. I would give anything, just for him.
A rough grip on my ankel and I'm being pulled into the dark pool of water. He reaches out for me in desperation. To late. It's always to late.
My least favorite part, of my re-accuring nightmare.
I'm throwen to the ground and kicked in the side. The very worst part. My fathers voice screaming at me, stabbing into my brain like sharp knives, as he took out his anger on me. He hovered over me leaning down, and he began to remove his jeans. I let out a scream trying to get away and I...
Woke up?
A cold hand rested on my forehead. Black eyes peered down at me. Filled with fear. I felt like my body was frozen. Like I wouldn't ever move again. From one look into those firmiller gourgeous black eyes.
"A-aiden?"
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Well that's chapter 3.
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Chapter four is almost finished, so that'll be up pretty quick. ^^
-Linny xoxoxo
