My Guardian Angel

Chapter 19: The Choice

"Perhaps my mistake was allowing you to walk freely with your memories..."

I heard a distant voice from the back of my head, the origin inconclusion, inducing my mind with concern and confusion.

Flickering my eyes open, slowly, I looked around but saw nothing- instead being surrounded by darkness and the whispers of tension.

That voice... that control... that power. Could that be... Eve? No, it had to had been. But, where was she? Was she actually here? Or was this my own mind playing tricks on me?

After all, I was losing a lot of blood and my mental state was close to non-existent at this point, yet-

I stood up without any pain in my abdominal, my eyes widening at the conclusion. Lifting up my shirt, I brushed my fingers over the unscathed flesh. Nothing. There was no sign whatsoever of my stomach having been stabbed earlier. So, that means...

A ghostlike image appeared out of thin air of Katherine's chin being held by another woman. I recognized her. She was the same woman I had faintly seen walking towards me, right before I began to lose consciousness.

Her long silky raven hair fell past her pale shoulders, her chocolate brown eyes narrowing at my lover. She wore an inscrutable expression, though her irises seemed to dilate as she then uttered her next words.

"I suppose you should also forget." Eve.

For someone who had possessed such beauty, she sure wanted to convince me otherwise with every word that came out of her mouth.

Beyond fed up with Eve's manipulations, I ran with a renewed anger resonating through my bones, wanting to push Eve away from Katherine. I was ready to attack her, when Eve suddenly turned her head and had spotted me. Her coral lips were fixed in a thin line, her eyes vacant. And then- another image at the other side of the darkness of my mind.

It was Katherine and I.

I tilted my head while watching the memory, wanting to interfere, but knowing that I couldn't.

It was her looking down at me, my body near lifeless in her arms. a pool of red blood stained on her shirt and covering the grass and dirt ground below her.

"No!" Katherine shrieked, her cry echoing through me, causing my heart to crumble from her pain and loss.

I watched as the other version of myself leaned into Katherine's touch as Katherine held her closer. I imagined our hearts being pressed against each other's, the heartbeats beating in sync with the same known pain and love for one another.

"No..." I mumbled out loud, helplessly, as I dropped to my knees.

I hadn't realized I began crying until a teardrop ran down my cheek, a slight warmth against my cool, heatless skin.

"It's over... I'm going to die. Or, I am dead... Katherine will always hold herself responsible for this, even though it was never her fault."

Over and over, my mind alliterated my concerns while revealing to me a pallid imitation of reality.

"This is the end... but at least I can... at least I will-"

I stopped whimpering and stood up, shakily, wiping my tears away. My brows furrowed while my deep blue eyes held an intensity to them.

"I am not dead," I quickly changed my tune, shaking my head. "I am still here, consciously, which means I'm still alive. If only I can-"

I had to move. Move a muscle. Anything. I needed to send a signal to Katherine that I was still alive- that she wasn't just cradling a lifeless shell of what I used to be. Maybe, she was also helping me on the other side. That thought made me smile, inwardly.