This is a sneak peak into a later chapter of a story I am writting and have yet to post here on Wattpad... you see I have a bad habbit of writting random chapters in a mixed up order before "glueing" the together. Hope you enjoy and PLEASE do commet on any little thing no matter how small it is ^_^ Thank you-
I didn’t understand it. This feeling, what was it. It wasn’t fear, nor confidence, or curiosity. What was it? I can’t remember where I am. All I know is, I don’t want to leave. It’s… comfortable. It’s… safe. Is it? I can’t remember the last time I felt truly safe. Yes that’s what it is… it has to be. I feel safe… safe- wait NO! I- I’m losing myself. I can’t feel safe- I’m in the middle of a warzone. I-I have to think of the people, of the fight. I’m suppose too be going somewhere… where was I going? I have to get out of this- wait what is that around me? I-It’s moving… and warm? It’s the source of the comfort, of the lie. I have to get out of it. I have to stand my ground- wait. Where is the ground? I’m floating- no I’m being carried.
Yes, that’s it. I’m being carried by something warm, something that lie’s. What’s that my heads on? It feels strong, and what’s that my hands on? It’s slightly rounded, and hard. I’m curled against this thing, this warm, comfortable, strong thing. This thing that is lying- A person! I’m in someone’s arms being carried. Wait, why am I being carried? How is a person making me feel safe? I have to get away. I have to clear my head. Come on Em open your eyes, move, do something! I can’t. Wait what is this? This new feeling? It’s making my eye’s burn, they feel heavy. My heart is clenching. Where did the warmth go? My backs cold now- I’m lying on something, something soft yet hard. Something I don’t like- wait! There it is: the warmth, it’s just a brush against my arms, but I feel it… and I like it. Though not the feeling that follows. A cold heavy thing is laid on top of me. It’s crushing me, it’s blocking the warmth. I want the warmth back! I know I shouldn’t, but I do.
There it is! The warmth! Though this time softer and on my head. Don’t let it leave! Suddenly my arm can move and I reach out from under the heavy, yet soft blockade and latch onto the shoulder of my safety. A soft whimper leaves my lips and I pull the warmth to me. Wrapping my arms around it and snuggling myself into it, I don’t ever want to leave. The arms wrap themselves around me, holding me. Keeping me safe, I love it.
