DEATH WISH - j.hale

LIVE FOREVER - 20

- trigger warning: mention of kinks lmaooo -

SARA STIFLED a yawn, her hand instinctively covering her mouth as she made her way upstairs. Muttering a goodnight to her mother downstairs, she opened her bedroom door and made her way inside the comforting room, only to be met with a cold chill tingling down her spine.

Shutting the door, her head snapped to the side, her eyes falling upon the wide-open window that allowed the cold chill of the late-night to creep into her bedroom.

Confusion washed through her as she shuffled towards the window, leaning over to pull it tightly shut — how it had been when she had left the room.

With worried eyes, she glanced around the room, taking in its surroundings in an attempt to see if anything had changed.

The guitar still sat neatly against the wall, the pencils still laid perfectly aligned with each other — everything was the same.

The window must have blown open, she thought to herself, sighing loudly. She was being overdramatic — paranoid and stupid, really, when she thought about it. She felt idiotic, thinking she was possibly trapped inside some cliche supernatural fanfiction. She couldn't help but chuckle at the thoughts, shaking her head slightly at the thought.

She stripped herself of her clothing until she was left in nothing but underwear and an oversized T-shirt, then her hands reached up to undo the messy bun sitting on her head. Thick curls fell to her waist, her long hair brushing her hips as she moved.

She pulled open her cupboard, taking out the small red package that contained her cigarettes. Pulling one out, she hastily lit it, shoving the end of the stick into her mouth and taking a much-needed inhale.

She felt her muscles relax, taking in the relaxing effect the cigarettes had on her and feeling as the stress and unwanted emotions melted away from her. The girl didn't even bother opening her window, given that she was still a bit shaken up with it being open in the first place. So, she took a seat on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs into a cross-legged position and leaning back on her hand.

It wasn't raining, yet it was unbelievably cold. Chills were still present along her skin, goosebumps lining themselves all along her arms and thighs. She rubbed the skin tenderly, taking another drag of the cigarette. She could feel her mind and body dragging her into a slightly darker place and she couldn't help but imagine a scenario.

Her fingers brushed her lower thigh, and she closed her eyes.

The cigarette hung between her pink lips, smoke making its way from the corner of her mouth. And in silence, she envisioned that she wasn't alone — that the hand, in fact, belonged to the familiar golden-eyed blonde. She imagined the cold touch of Jasper Hale lingering on her skin, chills running through her body just at the thought of it.

But all too soon, she had moved her hand away and snapped her eyes open again. She felt slightly shaky as she took another quick drag from her cigarette. She barely knew him, for Christ's sake. Yet she longed for him — she ached and burned for him. He was like a fire, sending her entire body ablaze and begging to be put out — begging for water. And in this case, not only was Jasper the fire, but he was also the water. Sara knew she was in deep shit when she fumbled for her phone, picking it up into her hands and unlocking it.

Letting out a puff of smoke, she opened her contacts, clicking on the freshly made contact of Jasper Hale.

With shaky hands, she decided to text him. Sure, she didn't know anything about the boy, but maybe she could finally get to know him.